Harry H.S

six

"Harry Styles," Niall shrieked, as he ran up to him leaving his girlfriend behind. Greeting him with a hug, and a picture. I giggled at his actions, as my sister pouted beside me. I heard mumble something about him not ever being excited like to see her.

I stared at Harry, not knowing what to do.

My jaw softened as I noticed how much he had changed, his hair shorter than before. And his arm was now covered with new tattoos, and he's also a bit more muscular. Though the way he carried himself was the same. He was wearing a random black t-shirt, some joggers and Gucci loafers.

He walked towards me, Niall and another lady behind him. I'm guessing she's a personal assistant.

"It is so nice to see you again," he whispered, wrapping his arms around me, as I stare in awe.

Yes I'm still a bit mad off that one night, but I also can't believe that I am seeing him right now. It was just like yesterday I was crying like a school girl because I saw him kissing another girl, and now here I am seeing him as a celebrity.

"Honestly, you too," I choked out. Pulling back from the hug, and instead staring right up at him. He looks older now, much older. Fame changed him, he looks more stressed now. But, it could possibly be because he's on tour right now.

"Here let me take a picture of you two," my sister said, making him and I standing next to each other. He wrapped his arm around my waist pulling me close to him as he grinned widely, as do I.

"Also, it's lizzy," I told him about my nickname.

"Lizzy, nice. Much more cool, I'm not saying Elizabeth was not cool, but Lizzy is more laid back," the pitch of his voice higher at the last word. I nodded my head understanding, luckily I'm not the only nervous one.

"Hey, I'll get back to you, let me just meet the rest, but it was really nice seeing you, and I hope you enjoy the show if I don't get a chance to talk to you again," he said, pulling me into a hug yet again.

"You do you, you're a big shot now," I told him, whilst we were still in a hug. He squeezed me tight, before letting go.

After 30 minutes, all the VIPs were being escorted out.

I looked back at him one more time, to see him looking right at me. He waved goodbye, mouthing a 'see you later'. We were escorted to the GA pit, Niall held my hand, and I held my sister's as he squeezed past people until we're at the barricade.

"How was it," my sister asked, as if she was not there, "better than expected." Niall shrieked instead of me.

"You see this often?" I asked the bodyguard who was standing at the edge of the stage, "yes with teenagers, not so much with taken grown men," he laughed.

Thirty minutes passed till Kacey came on stage and started singing, hyping up the crowd as we all warmed up to see Harry live.

I never really listened to Kacey before, considering I didn't know of her. And honestly she's the cutest little thing, she waved in my direction in which I screamed too obviously. After she was done, we waited for another thirty minutes before the dimmed rubix cubes solved itself .

The crowd went wild.

Before the screen slowly rose, and the lights blasted on. My ears rang, as I adjusted my eyes to the bright lights.

Four songs had gone by, before he started greeting the crowd. He introduced himself, and thanked the crowd for showing up and he explained how much he loved his fans in a span of five minutes.

His eyes scanned the pit, before his eyes landed on me.

For once, it actually seemed like his eyes were on me. I pointed to myself, before he nodded. Mouthing a 'yeah you', he gave me a wink before diverting his attention away from me.

Everyone around me went wild, as did Niall. He was right next to me jumping and screaming louder than anyone, my sister scolded him multiple times before she finally gave up, as she joined him jumping and screaming. The lights dimmed, and red lights filled the arena, the familiar strumming of a song blasted.

"I'd like to dedicate this song to an old friend of mine," he looks at me, "who ironically fell asleep on my bed listening to it way before I met you guys, and since she never really got to hear it. I'd like to dedicate this one to her," he panted on the mic, still staring at me. He raised his right hand that had the guitar pick and pushed his hair back. Before leaning forward towards the mic, and turning his attention to his guitar.

His eyes fluttered shut and started singing From the Dining Table.

He'd open his eyes every now and then, as they would land on mine ever so frequently. He'd smile every time after the eye contact, even with his eyes closed. Then his face would turn serious, before making eye contact with me and smiling again. And it was just a continuous cycle.

After the song, he went to sing with Woman, and so forth. He sang a few oldies, counting just a little bit of your heart, and more.

"Is it anyone's birthday today?" he asked the crowd, as fans went wild raising their hands. And obviously I did too. He looked at this one man from the other pit, eyeing him suspiciously.

"It's your half-birthday," he laughed.

"Bloody hell, half birthdays aren't real sir," he laughed and so did the crowd. He could say something boring and we would all laugh, just because he's Harry.

"Do you celebrate your half-birthday? Do you say 'yeah man, today's my half-birthday maybe we can get a free ice cream from Cold Stone," he joked, trying to muster his typical american accent.

"The answer is no, Cold Stone will not give you free ice cream to celebrate your half-birthday," he let out a scoff before going to my side of the pit. Everyone around me went wild.

"Celebrating my eighteenth at my first concert," he read, his eyes squinting at something behind me.

"Jesus, I need glasses," he muttered, everyone laughing.

I looked behind me to find Niall raising a bright pink poster, decorated with rainbows and glitter, and my sister pointing right at me.

"Is this really your first concert?" he asked, I nodded my head yes, as I looked up at the screen to see my face glistened.

"What's your name," he played along.

"Lizzy," I yelled, in which he smirked.

"Izzy?" he asked, making me shake my head no, "Lizzy," I said once again.

"Oh Tilly," he laughed, "no Lizzy," I yelled.

"Fizzy?" he smiles.

"Lizzy."

"Oh Lizzy," he laughed.

"Let's sing happy birthday to Lizzy shall we," he said to the crowd before singing with the crowd.

He was staring at me the whole time. His hair pushed back, his forehead glistened due to the sweat due to him singing and running around places.

He stretched out my name before singing the last line for Happy Birthday, everyone went wild.

He winked at me for the second time before continuing to entertain his fans. Another thirty minutes had passed, and Anna started playing, my favorite song if I was being honest.

It was the drum and guitar solo.