Harry H.S

five

  Two years have passed since Harry's gig. And now he's a big shot. His face is plastered everywhere, from magazine covers, to billboards. It's Harry this and Harry that. Honestly, I'm not surprised. He's a good looking talented guy, he deserves more exposure actually.

As for me, I still live in the same apartment with my sister.

I think that after Harry signed the record label, like he said, he left the apartment, though I don't think he ever let go of it. Considering I haven't heard any news about someone buying or renting the apartment.

"Happy eighteenth birthday," my sister yelled.

Three months after Harry's gig, I was able to insist my sister break up with her ex-boyfriend, which she did. She was heartbroken for three months, not talking to anyone, until she met Niall.

Niall moved from Ireland when he was 16 to pursue his studies in political science, but after volunteering at an orphanage and other volunteering activities he concluded that he wanted to do something that would focus on helping people. And now he works as a firefighter.

"You bitch," I brought my hand on my chest, I shut my bedroom door behind me.

"But thank you, I would pull you to a hug but I don't want to sandwich a cake between us," mentioning the cake she was holding. She giggled for a little, "well you're finally legal."

"Now everything is illegal," Niall added. Raising both his hands. Four months after him and my sister started dating, he decided to move in with us. Since then, I looked up to him as an older brother.

They sang happy birthday before letting me blow the candle, which took a while since they have used the relighting candle which was kind of annoying, but mostly amusing.

"Here," my sister passed me a pink birthday card. On the outside it says, she's an angel, and the inside says my only angel, and a little note from my sister and Niall saying how much they loved me and how much of an angel I am to them.

And there slipped three tickets to Harry's concert.

"Do you like it," I stared at it, my jaw dropped. My sister and Niall knew nothing about me knowing Harry even if it was just a day. The only thing they know is that I adore his music, I literally scream it into my shower and have my own concert. But, not going to lie, I'm scared to see him.

Sure it was ages ago, and he probably doesn't even remember me at all. But that doesn't mean that I don't remember.

"I love it," I told my sister, lying, "no you don't" she looked down to the floor.

"No I really do," I smiled at her genuinely, "I was just hoping that we were going to spend my eighteenth at home," I laughed it off, making her smile a bit.

"Well, get ready, the concert is in a few hours," she pushed me back in to my room, urging me to get ready,

Three more hours before the concert, and we were already in front of the arena, along with hundreds other people.

"Here stand right there, I'll take a picture and send it to mom and dad," my sister said, making me stand in front of the sign, as I smile bright.

After the picture was taken, Niall insisted on lining up at the merch stand. He's also an avid Harry Styles fan. He's probably more of a fan than I am.

"Can I please get the red SOTT crew neck, the yellow Kiwi crew neck, the blue Harry crewneck to match my eyes, and treat people with a kindness, yellow shirt," Niall giggled, mentioning the items instead of just the letter they came with. "Do you guys want any?" he asked, as my mouth gaped wide open, I thought that was for all of us.

"Sure I'll take the yellow kiwi crewneck, size extra large please," I said, when I realized that he was not kidding.

"Size extra large? You sure," Niall asked, I nodded my head. "I want to drown wearing it," I admitted.

"Okay that one in extra large, and the rest in large please," Niall said, paying for the merch.

He grabbed the items, saying no to a bag, he put on the yellow tee shirt and another crewneck on top. Leaving him with two other items to carry. We then get behind the line, as they situate the lines from GA, VIP, etc.

An hour has passed, and the security are now looking for the VIPs, in which we obviously raised our hands. The three of us and five others, followed the security as we were brought inside to the vip room.

I looked around the room, to only find at least five people actually excited whilst the rest stayed on their phone. Obviously they aren't really big fans, but more privileged, just being able to afford the tickets.

I on the other hand was hyperventilating, not ready to see him, not ready to see if he remembers me or not. The crew gave us all limited edition tote bags, with his signed album inside, and pins.

We were all sitting, before the five girls started gushing looking over the door. The sound of a door opening, and the standing up of the fans signed that he entered the room

I stood still, not looking back until my sister turned me to face him.

"Elizabeth," he smiles

"Harry."