Bands Apart [On Hold]

5. A Thousand Years

I was nervous. 

No scratch that, I was terrified.

 Just the thought of Rebbecca alone made my insides clench together anxiously, but my heart clenched even tighted at the thought of permantely loosing her. I felt in the moment liked I'd do anything to win her love as mine forever, and ever! 

But right now wasn't the time for worrying about this dreaded encounter where I must use the most romantic words my tongue could pronounce. 

Oh no.

 Right now me, Harry, and Louis all had to worry about blending deep into the crowd of familiar faces so no one could point us out if they caught wind of us. I must admit it was an ellabrate party. 

The decorations were srewn beautifully, and everything was color coordinated. Yet, even with the beauty of the mystical ballroom, I found no pleasure in it. The only thing that would spark my interest would be Rebbecca, otherwise I had no time to appreciate anything else. 

For the past five minutes now Louis had been putting on his best French accent I believe, and talking up a storm with anyone who would listen while Harry continously tried to keep his famous curls under wraps.

 It seemed to me that even with my anxiety about Rebecca that Harry was by a long shot the most nervous amongst us. He kept fiddling with his watch, messing with his curls, and stumbling every now, and then. If he would just stand still, and act causual then no one would take notice.

 Alas that was clumbsy Harry for you. 

Now as me, I was politely pushing my way through the room in pursuit of Rebbecca, my hopes high I'd be able to sweep her off her feet, and punch this new guy in the face. My fingers trembled with excitement at the thought.

 I would show that guy who's girl she was, then tonight I could make love to her like I had once before.

 Feeling a smile slip on my face at the thought, I continued to push my way through the elegantly dressed crowd, keeping my eyes peeled for any resemblance of my Rebbecca. 

Hopefully me talking to her wouldn't cause a scene though, because even though we hated Little Mix the last thing I wanted to do was ruin their night. I think Harry might've felt that way to. 

Me, and him were the more peaceful one's out of the bunch, but once you got Harry going he couldl be lethal like a venomous snake. No kidding. My thoughts were then arruptly cut off as some pish posh looking twit shoved passed me in the rudest of manner's. 

"Hey, no need to be rude." I said, catching him by his wrist, and the guy looked back at me with his annoyance staining his pretty boy face. 

"I wasn't being rude, you were simply in my way." He said, pulling his arm out of my grip, and I bit my tongue to hold back a nasty stream of words. 

"Well hopefully you don't treat ladies like that." I said matter-of-factly, but he made no response to it as he completely removed himself from my presence's, and wandered over to a group of girls where he was greeted by a blonde one.