For Your Eyes Only

Chapter 1

Parker's POV
I woke up this morning like any other day, except today I'm not going to work. Today Harper and I will be going to the see Harry Styles in concert in New Orleans. I'm so excited I can hardly breath. I liked One Direction, I mean, who doesn't love a good boy band to bounce around to. But I absolutely love Harry Styles. Everything about his music just makes me happy, while it also makes me cry. Only really great music can do that.
            Harper gave me the tickets for my 24th birthday last month. Our seats are kinda shitty but she did save her tips for over two years to be able to afford the last two slots of his meet and greet session. I can't believe in less than twelve hours I will be face to face with Harry Freaking Styles.
          "Are you ready to go yet?" Harper screamed up the stair case instead of walking the ten steps to my bedroom door. She seriously puts forth the least amount of effort in every situation of life.
          "Yeah just give me two seconds. I need to change my shirt" I yelled back. I had bought a new outfit for this special occasion but like almost everything else I buy, it just doesn't feel right. So Harry may be dressed in Gucci, but it's jeans and a t shirt for this girl today. My room is a mess. I tried on twelve  jean t shirt combinations before I finally decided on one.
             As I walk down the stairs Harper wrinkles her nose. "Are you seriously wearing that? What happened to the hot shirt you bought that week?"
          "It didn't feel right. I don't want to be uncomfortable on the trip or standing in line" I replied only getting an even bigger nose wrinkle in response.
We are leaving early so we hopefully won't get stuck in too much traffic. I don't want anything to ruin tonight. I never take a vacation,  I don't remember the last time I left the state. I barely remember the last time I left the county for anything other than a catering job. Harper goes to clubs and concerts all the time, but hers usually require steal toe boots and lots of headache medication the next day. She is really taking one for the team going with me tonight.
We made the trip with little to no fuss. We still have about five hours till it's time to head to the arena. We get to the room and Harper automatically spreads out on the bed and falls sounds asleep. I envy that about her; the girl can literally sleep anywhere. One day I found her asleep on the cash register at work; there had been a big party the night before and she had not even washed the glitter off her face.
        As I paced the room my phone rang. My stomach done a double twist when I saw it was Jamie. "Hello?"
        "Hey I know I promised not to bother you on the big day and all but I can't find the extra baking powder." I could hear his smile over the phone and my face started to flush. Thank goodness this wasn't a video message. I probably look goofy as hell.
         "It's one the second shelf in the pantry next to the baking soda and corn starch. But I'm sure you need the baking soda anyways if your making the chicken batter."
         I heard a slap upside his head Jamie realized I was right, "Oh yeah, dang, thanks babe I don't know what I would do without you. Have fun tonight. Don't let Heathen Harper get you into too much trouble."
         Jamie always called me babe or baby girl. I wasn't sure if it was because he was just as much into me as I was him or if he thinks I'm a kid; either way it always makes me smile and turn red. After the call is over I decide to resume my pacing around the room to pass the time.
        We decided to walk to the arena. It would take up time and we didn't really want to have to find yet another parking garage. It was only about a quarter mile away from the hotel. It may be a little dangerous but it's still day light and we can always call an Uber if we don't feel like walking in the dark tonight. When we finally get to the arena I am so nervous. If someone saw me they would think I was going to death row instead of meeting one of the worlds most talented men.
The longer we stand in line the more nervous I get. What if I say something stupid? What if I fall? It's been known to happen more than once, I'm one of the few people I know who can trip over air. I thought I had six people in front of me but it turns out they are in a group. Harper and I are literally next and I'm not sure my feet can even move.
Before I'm able to compose myself, the door opens and a man motions for us to walk in. I get inside the door telling myself he is a sweetheart and there is nothing to be worried about, however one look at him and I find myself crying while being rocked back and hearing his amazing voice say "It's alright love I promise I don't bite".
Harry's POV
"After tonight I'll be done for one month. Get tonight over with and I can take a break". These were the things I told myself as motivation for this last show. Don't get me wrong, I love performing and everything that comes with it. Even the paps and the more aggressive fans don't really bother me. Hearing my songs sang back to me every night and knowing my words have touched people's lives is the most amazing dream come true, but after having almost two years off while completing my album, I forgot how tiring a tour can really be. I'm exhausted and looking forward to some down time. If Mr. "I want to stay in the closet" will oblige, I may even get a week with him somewhere no one will report us to the nearest gossip magazine. Some place with a view of the ocean. Louis loves the ocean. I doubt he would come though. He had not returned any of my messages in almost two months, but a guy could dream.
Ok, one more group to meet and greet then I could sit in my dressing room alone till show time. Two girls are walking in. They seem rather nice. At least no one tried to cut my hair this time. One has long hair and is dressed like she is seeing Motley Crue tonight instead of me. Her friend must be the one that likes my music. Short sandy brown hair, pale complexion, blue eyes. Oh my goodness! Her eyes are almost the same shade of blue as HIS. I've never seen that shade anywhere else before. It makes me miss him so much.
While I'm lost in the color of this girls eyes, I realize they are filling with tears. Before I know what I'm doing, I'm across the room holding her making some joke that I know is lame even for me, but I can't help but think anyone with these beautiful eyes should never feel pain. I may not be able to help Louis but maybe I can help this poor girl out. As I try to sooth her I heard a mumble or maybe a hiccup I'm not really sure.
    "Are you ok? Are you happy?" It was hard to hear so I pulled away just enough to give her a little room for air. She took a deep shaky breath and repeated her question, "Are you ok; you look so sad?"
        Wow, someone was actually asking me how I felt! Usually people asked who I was dating, when 1D was getting back together, if I thought I'd like to make another movie. No one ever asked me how I felt. I looked into her eyes looking so much like Louis' and I couldn't lie to her. "No at this moment I'm not particularly happy." That felt awesome. Unfortunately, it unleashed yet another tidal wave of tears onto the front of my shirt.
        I noticed Dan one of the venue guard motion towards me to see if he needed to escort the girl away from me. I shook my head no. I didn't know anything about her but I felt comfortable with her, I wanted to know her. I noticed the other girl in the corner watching with a smirk on her face. I wonder was she used to her friend using random men as tissues.
        Finally the sobs have stopped but I'm still not sure I should try to pull away. I honestly don't want to, but I feel her hands on my chest and a slight pressure telling me it's what she wants. I still keep my hand on her shoulder.
        "I'm so sorry. I can't believe I get a chance to meet Harry Freaking Styles and I waste all the time crying like a crazy person. I really am sorry." She looked so embarrassed but adorable at the same.
         "You know I really should change my birth certificate Harry Freaking Styles does have a certain ring to it don't you think? Now, what is your name?" I really can't pass up the chance for a silly joke. At least, this one got a smile and a chuckled answer.
         "Parker", she stuck her hand out for me to shake like we had not just been hugging so I decided last minute to kiss it instead.
She smiled. She has a really nice smile. But those eyes I could get lost looking at those eyes.
"Mr Styles you need to get back to your dressing room and change if you want to be ready for last checks on time." said a woman whom I didn't know her name. I need to ask her name next time. I do need to change but I don't want to leave yet.
"What section are you sitting in tonight?" I asked before I could second guess myself. I hope she doesn't think I'm insane or some kind of creeper for doing this.
"Nose bleed section unfortunately", came a reply from the other girl, should probably learn her name too at some point.
"Well I always keep a private box empty for special occasions please I will you sit there? I'm told it's the best seats in the house." Yeah I totally sound like a creeper I need to chill out.
Parker POV
"Thank you but really you don't have to do that..." Parker said while trying to make her feet work once again. They really had just given up all hope of ever functioning again.
"Don't listen to her, she's under mental distress. We'd love the private box! I'm Harper by the way. I'm not gonna cry but you seem cool enough", Harper said quickly while grabbing Parker's arm and pulling her towards the door. "How do we get there?"
Harry POV
"Dan can show you." I said. I have no clue why I just did that but I don't have time to think about it right now.