Head Over Heels (One Direction Fic)

Chapter 18

I’ve never considered myself a lucky person. You might beg to differ based on the most recent events of my life, but trust me. The universe always has a way to balance out every good piece of luck that it throws your way. Today that balance came in the form of Harry Styles, probably the person I would have most liked to avoid.

He caught me by my arms right before I rammed into him, eyes glued to the floor.

“Woman on a mission. Everything alright?”

My eyes darted up to his, and I’m sure I looked like a deer in the headlights. Terrified, and completely lost. “I’m perfectly fine.” I stated quickly, feeling my heart rate pick up. How was it, that even when I wasn’t his biggest fan, he still had this effect on me? Maybe it was still some left over hatred from our first run-in at the radio station. Or maybe it was the way he smelled. Yeah that was probably it. And that admission made me hate myself just a little bit.

“Where are you headed? The show starts in like thirty minutes.”

“I just needed some air,” I pushed passed him before he could stop me, and was confronted by yet another person I had never seen. “Sorry,” I mumbled.

“Well you’re in a rush.”

I let out an uninterested laugh, “Yeah. My bad.”

“Quite all right. You new around here, or are you a…friend of the band.” He held up his hands letting me know that by friend he meant fuck buddy.

“I work here. Well, not here here. I work for the band. And you are….?” I snapped back at him. I was so tired of everyone assuming that I was just here to get laid.

He held his hands first up in defense and then he extended one towards me, “I’m Blake. Light engineer. Glad to see you’re a permanent installation to the staff though. Won’t mind seeing you around.”

It may have been that his slight southern accent reminded me of home. Or that I wanted to make Harry a little angry in any way that I could, but when Blake winked at me, I allowed myself to blush. I know that normally people don’t have a ton of control over their blushing tendencies, but when something was only half-bush worthy, I had a good handle on them. I could see Harry’s body visibly tense when I shot Blake a smile.

“It’s good to BE a permanent installation.” I shook his hand firmly.

Harry cleared his throat, “Yeah, we’re all really happy she’s sticking around. Anna, as I was saying—“

“Where do you normally hide during the shows?” Blake interrupted Harry and I had to bite back a smile. “I’ve never seen you around before.”

“She’s backstage. Waiting for us.” Harry snipped.

I nodded, “The glamorous life of an intern. Normally I’m waiting backstage, yeah.”

“Well if you ever wanted a different perspective…you could always come watch the show from the lighting station,” Blake offered.