Out of Reach (A Harry Styles Fan Ficton)

Chapter 1

Harry's POV

"This better not be lame" I grumbled as I brought my beer up to my lips.

I'm met with an eye roll and a sigh from Zayn before he responds with equally as much attitude "If you didn't want to come you didn't have to. But I'm not going to sit here and listen to you complain all night. So drink up and shut up mate."

I groan and try to mute out all of the buzzing going around us. Girls and boys are littered across the venue with her name in their mouth.

Ashanti, upcoming super star, art on legs, with a voice hand woven by the angels. I internally roll my eyes at the thought of people worshipping another person just because they can sing.

Right on que the lights dims and the screaming increases at a deafeningly high level. I hear Zayn chuckle as I throw back the rest of my drink in my last attempt to ease my annoyance. When she comes out the energy in the room is electrified.

She saunters out, owning the space around her as long braids fall down her brown skin. I can't help but stare at the way her body curves underneath her golden silk dress and I have to admit I am at a loss for words, she is beautiful. "Christ" I mutter quietly.

Zayn elbows me in the shoulder and excitingly exclaims, "I told you she is beautiful. Wait until she starts singing". And with that she opens up with a song full of rhythm as she belts out each note with sheer and utter talent. I am shocked and I know I look like it by the way Zayn keeps stealing glances over at me.

After the first song is over and she is showered in shrieks and applauds she smiles. "Thank you so much" She breaths. "How is everyone doing? I love playing venues like this, they're so intimate". She is smiling so brightly and her hazel eyes are glittering as she scans the crowd.

"I don't think you guys understand how much every single one of you mean to me. I love this-" She chokes up "I love having a job that ignites me this way, and you guys are the ones that allow me to do so."

I notice an accent, one thats different from mine and I briefly remember Zayn mentioning something about her being Nigerian. She gathers a handful of braids in her hand before flipping them over her shoulder and smiling again. She scans the crowd before her eyes land on me and Zayn. She seems to falter for a second before quickly recovering and diving into the rest of her set. At the end of the show she bends down and whispers something to one of her who security guards who quickly nods.

Before I know it he is walking towards Zayn and I and points to me. "She wants to see you." The breath is sucked out of my lungs and Zayn responds before I can even find the words.

"What?" He gasps, looking at me for a reaction.

"What do you mean?" I finally say, trying to figure out if its the alcohol or his words making the room spin.

"She wants to see you backstage, either you go or you don't." He huffs.

I look at Zayn and he waves his hand in a desperate attempt to tell me to go. I nod my head and follow the security guard as he leads me in the back. When we reach the destination I feel like the temperature has risen a million degrees, she is so beautiful.

She turns around and sweetly smiles at me before walking over to where I stand frozen in my place. She waits until her security guard shuts the door behind him before placing her hands on my chest. I wonder if she can feel my heart ramming against it. She looks even more delicious this close, her skin glistening and her legs stretching the material at the bottom of her dress.

I'm rendered speechless as she brings her mouth to my ear and whispers, "Come to my tour bus with me."

She slides her hands down my shirt before grabbing my hand and yanking me through the door. She guides me down a hallway and hesitates as we reach a door that leads outside. She looks upset as she looks up at me.