YOUNGBLOOD » HARRY STYLES

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It's weird how a complete stranger can make you feel so at home. Well, I guess he's not a complete stranger, but still. There's something about the words "feel free to be whoever you want to be in this room," that is so comforting and liberating. I almost felt as if I was friends with everybody else in the concert venue, and I felt like I could trust everybody. It was a strange sensation.

"Oh my god, look at you! Rowan likes Harry Styles, Rowan likes Harry Styles!" Heather chanted, clearly happy that I was gently swaying my hips to the music. Although I didn't want to confess so quickly, she was right; his music was good. And I'm not only saying that because I know him.

"Stop it," I told her and rolled my eyes, and then took out my phone to take some videos. I was sure I'd be able to hear Heather screaming the words to the songs in these videos when I watch them back tomorrow, but oh well. A memory is a memory nonetheless.

"Do you think he'll remember us?" She suddenly turned to ask me when the song finished.

Heather and I had waited in the queue prior to the concert for the full 45 minutes so that she could say hello and take a picture with him. I awkwardly stood behind her, pretending that I hadn't seen him before in his room. Of course she made me take a selfie with him too, so I pulled a smile whilst Harry did a peace sign with his fingers, bending over my shoulder to fit into the shot. Heather stood in front of us and watched with a giant grin on her face.

I knew she was happy with Alfie, but I had never seen her beaming this bright.

"He meets countless of people at each of his shows, and he's touring the whole fucking world." I answered, not wanting to be blunt and disappoint her by saying 'no.'

Heather pouted. "But he always remembers people when he sees them again," she argued.

I'd be lying if I told her she was wrong.

I spent the rest of the concert silently jamming along without talking to Heather. Instead, I planned how I would go to see Harry after his show without bringing her along. But I'm pretty sure he's singing one of his last songs now, and I still haven't come up with something.

"This last song is dedicated to some old friends that are in the crowd tonight, along with my family. Thank you, this ones for you," Harry's voice boomed out of the speakers, and Heather grabbed my arm excitedly.

"He has friends in the audience?" She said, her eyes sparkling as she looked around her to see if she could spot any of them. Little did she know she was talking and standing right next to one of them. I simply shrugged and began singing along to what little lyrics I knew when he started singing Sign of the Times.

I could feel her eyes burning into my skin as she watched me sing along. "Don't look at me like that, I've heard this one on the radio a couple of times." I explained. Then I realised she was crying. "Wait, what's wrong?"

"I just can't believe this is the last song, I already miss him."

"He's standing right there!" Sometimes I couldn't help but think this fangirl side of her was kind of annoying. Besides, I knew Harry, and if she were to ever find out then I'm sure this won't be the last time she sees him.

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"You have to go to the bathroom? Again?" Heather asked as she followed me out into the hallways of the venue. We were back in the big room with the grey walls where we waited in line for the meet and greet. And yes, 'I have to go to the bathroom' was the only lie I could come up with. Don't judge me, okay?

"Yes, just wait here and I'll be right back," I told her, pointing to a couch that was pressed up against the wall. My hands were shaking because I was nervous she'd find out where I was really going. Clyde stood leaning against the wall in the hallway waiting for me to join him. He was still in his bodyguard uniform, his bullet-proof vest making him look even bulkier than he already is.

My heart was beating a thousand times a minute as I walked over to Clyde, whispering, "She thinks I'm going to the bathroom, don't follow me straight away." He simply nodded and stayed put whilst I took the first door on the left, walking the same route I did before.

When I reached his door, I knocked gently, not wanting to interrupt anything like I did last time. "Hello?" I heard him say.

"It's Clyde and your friend." Clyde said in his low voice, suddenly appearing behind me. I heard some scuffling on the other side of the door and then watched the handle move when he opened it.

"So? What do you think?" Harry asked, tilting his head to the side. He had a bright smile on his face, showing off his deep-set dimples. He looked so much happier than he did before the show, and it was obvious he loved what he did.

His smile was contagious. "It was great," I told him.

"Come inside, sit down on the couch if you like," He said, closing the door behind us. Clyde stayed silent and stood with his arms crossed over his chest by the door, watching us.

"Harry, I can't stay for long," I told him.

"Oh," He said, sitting back down in his desk chair.

"My friend is out there waiting for me. She thinks I've gone to the bathroom, and I can't just see you behind her back because she's your biggest fan. And you know I suck at lying," I explained and watched his expression falter, his green eyes softening in disappointment.

"She's right, she should leave." Clyde said coldly.

I didn't want to leave so soon because my god, I had so many questions. How did you recognise me? What have you been doing since we last saw each other? When did we last see each other? How are your parents? Why were you crying?

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I dropped my phone in a rush to get to a train today and now I have a giant crack in my protector screen :(

Mel xx