Harry H.S

four

It was now Saturday night, around seven at night and an hour before Harry's gig. I stood in front of my closet looking for an outfit to wear, I swear if I can't find one then I am not going.

My sister was out with her ugly cheating boyfriend who goes by the name of Brad. I decided to leave a little message just in case she comes home earlier than me. After getting ready, I was finally off to the venue.

The walk to the bar was not long, only taking at least ten minutes. I arrived at the bar, for it to be slightly packed with mainly women, accompanied by their girlfriends. Some on dates. I wonder how many of them are on their first dates.

I sat farthest to the back, hoping he won't see me easily, I wanted to surprise him.

I was ordering fries, when people cheered, signalling that Harry had arrived on the stage.

The waiter asked if that was all, as I nodded my head yes, just wanting him to leave so I could watch Harry.

He was wearing almost the same thing as me, but instead of a navy blue pin striped high waisted trousers, he was modeling cream with red thin stripes. And a plain white tee shirt, and some loafers.

He waved towards my direction, making me raise my hand a bit returning the wave.

The gig lasted no more than forty minutes, I did nothing but ate the fries and drank iced tea, watching him perform. I'm sure that he's going places, with those looks and voice, it would be the end of all the singers career. They are not ready for Harry Styles.

"Alright, to end the night I will be singing one of my favorite songs, From the Dining Table. Last time I played this, the person who listened to it fell asleep. And well, please don't," the crowd laughed a little, before he started playing. The song lasted for about four minutes, he stood up bidding his goodbye to the audience.

Everyone clapped, so did I. He placed his guitar in its case and slung it around his shoulder before making his way towards me smiling. I was already up from my seat, for him to just walk past me. My cheeks heat as I sit back down.

I turned to peak at him and see him snogging a blonde woman, I can only see his back from here. His left hand cups her left jaw, and his right hand rests on her waist. She was wearing a floral dress, boots, and a denim jacket.