I'm Sorry.

Chapter 2

As the show ended everyone clapped and cheered, actually they more screamed than cheered. As fans filed out with their backs to the stage a voice called from the stage " Hey! The girl with the red shirt!"
I was wearing a red shirt so I looked around but I couldn't see who it was who called that and I immediately forgot what the voice sounded like in all the confusion. Girls went running in hundreds back to the stage, then thousands. I heard a small hand tug at mine, it was Soph.
" I lost my mum and my sister!" Soph said her hand was held tightly onto my hand. I looked over at Olive and Eleeyse as in to say we have to help her, so I grabbed her hand tightly and marched up the stairs out of the entrance to the stadium. I never heard that voice call back again.
I had only seen Soph's mum for a brief minute or so but I remember her face. I held onto her hand while frantically trying to find her mum. All the time I was thinking to myself ' this can't be real. I've barely had a moments peace to enjoy to concert.' I mentally slapped myself for thinking so selfishly, although this evenings episode did feel a little obscure.
Olive pointed out some stairs that we could go up to see over the crowd of people. With each step I thought about finding her mum and how gutting it would be if we didn't find her and we had to leave Soph with a security guard. Just then I heard a loud female voice shout " SOPHIE-MAY!" It was her mum, a huge sense of relief washed over me as I delivered her hand into her mothers.
" Thank you!" Her mum said, I smiled and waved at Soph as me and my friends walked off.

Outside the Stadium it was now the task of finding Olive's mum who was going to take us home.
" She just said that she is parked in the disabled parking and that we should hurry up and get there before someone suspects she's not actually disabled." Olive said smiling as she read.
As we got to the car we all knocked on the windows and startled Olive's mum, Susan. Susan mimed opening the door, signalling to us to hurry up and get in. I sat in the back with Elyeese and plugged my music in, being the antisocial young teenager I was. When I was about to pick a playlist I got a text and the number was blocked. I went to view the text.

Unknown Number: Hey x

In a wierd rush of panic I responded to the text.

Me: Who are you? How do you have my number?
*Unkown Number is typing*
Unkown Number: Are you alone? X
Me: Urm, no I'm not alone...
*Unkown Number is typing*
Unkown Number: Text me back when your alone, okay? You have to be alone. X

I left the conversation there. I was actually in a blind panic. Who is this person? How do they have my number? Why do they want me to text them when I'm on my own? I'm 16 years old and I'm scared of a text. I didn't say anything to Elyeese I just took my ear phones out and sat quietly. All this time Olive was informing her mum of this evenings events. I was a little relieved as that meant I didn't have to talk but i bet Olive already told her mum about what happened to us.
As Susan dropped me by my house I thanked her said goodbye to Olive as Elyeese was dropped off before me. I walked into my house giving a final wave as I opened the door.
My mum and dad greeted me but I said I'll tell them what happened tomorrow as I was worn out, that was true but it was also an excuse to be alone to text the Unknown Number. I made my way slowly up to my room.

Me: Okay I'm alone now.
Unkown number: Okay. There is no easy way to say this but I'm Harry Styles. X

I placed my phone down on my bed and smiled like the Cheshire Cat then started to laugh.

Me: LOL! Your not Harry Styles! Delete my number because this is a joke.
Unknown number: I am actually Harry Styles, I'll call you? X
Me: What so you can pretend to sound like Harry, are you an impressionist or something?
Unknown Number: Listen, I'll call you and you will see it's really me. X

I paused for a moment. Who the hell does this person think they are? I was still smiling out of doubt but somehow I plucked up the courage- wait courage? This isn't courage?, this is curiosity. Well that's what I'm telling myself. Anyway, I decided to answer his call.