If You Would [h.s.] HOLD

Eleven

"Oh my god I'm so excited!" Mak screams as we open my door to leave for the concert. I smile and nod as well.

I wear a tan, off the shoulder, sweater crop top with ripped jeans and fishnet leggings underneath. My hair is down in its natural wave and I have minimal makeup on. I have a small black backpack with two bottles of water and our tickets and passes.

Mak wears a black T-shirt that's tucked into a yellow and black floral skirt. Her hair is half up half down and she has her normal smokey eye and reddish lipstick.

As soon as we open the door to leave, we notice a sketchy black vehicle right outside the door. A man is leaning against it with sunglasses and an earpiece. He looks like an FBI agent if I'm being honest. Me and Mak look at each other and the man approaches us.

"Evelyn and Mak?" He asks.

"Who's asking?" I reply. I narrow my eyes at him. I immediately start a running tally of all of the illegal things I've done in the past year. It's a short list but still.

"Harry Styles has requested that we pick you up for the concert, as to avoid traffic and other fans." I hear Mak scoff behind me.

"Oh my god this is like A Star is Born. Sick." She goes ahead of me and jumps straight into the car. No questions asked.

"Uhm. Okay? Thank you." I hesitantly get into the car and the man shuts it behind me. He soon gets into the drivers seat and starts driving.

"What's your name sir?" I ask while watching Mak pull a bottle of Champaign from a hidden compartment of the car. I roll my eyes at her as she pops the cork and takes a drink straight from the bottle.

"Hans." He replies shortly. I make a face at him when he isn't looking.

"I saw that." He catches me off guard. Whoops.

"Uh. Sorry." I look at Mak who's trying not to giggle. This entire car ride is awkward. I take the bottle out of her hand and chug half the bottle down. This entire situation is making me anxious and I need some liquid courage.

"Woah slow down there chief. Leave some for me." She takes it back.

We just chatter for about twenty minutes until we see the big stadium come into view. The last time I went to a One Direction concert Harry backed me into a corner trying to seduce me. Since then he's beaten up a rapist, somehow convinced me to go on a date with him, and actually got me to have a good time. I'm nervous for what he has in store this time.

Hans pulls us into a back alley way but of course there's fans there too. I have to give them credit, they've read enough fan fiction and watched enough movies to know where all the entrances are and how to get there. As soon as we pull up the fans start screaming. But then Hans opens the car door and they all seem to lose interest. I think they thought we were the boys. Hans breaks through the crowd with us following behind him. I hear a few people shouting questions and a camera click.

"Are they taking pictures of us?" I yell towards Hans. He doesn't reply, instead he just opens the door and let's us through before the fans could shimmy their way in.

"They might, now follow me." Hans now responds. Me and Mak shrug at each other and follow him. The set up was similar to the last one with a long hallway with several doors leading to what I assume are backstage rooms.

I can hear screaming girls even from here. As we approach a black curtain, the screams get even louder. Hans pulls back the curtain and suddenly we're on the side of the stage. The boys are on stage having a little pre-show fun with the fans. I smile at the sight of them all up there smiling and goofing off. I feel a nudge.