Shattered (Harry Styles)

Chapter 5

Zaria's POV

"Elle, you look fine," I said for the 37th time within ten minutes. Another worried response of are you sure? came from Arielle. This had been going on all day, her being obsessed with finding the perfect outfit for the concert tonight. I had found my outfit hours ago; a simple pair of black studded high waisted shorts along with an old ripped The Cab cutoff. A ratty pair of black Vans were slipped on my feet before I looked in the mirror. Content with the outfit, I started on my makeup. Winged eyeliner, mascara. That is all. I left my hair in its naturally straight form. 

"Z! Our car's here!" Arielle shouted from downstairs. An unwilling sigh came from my mouth as I trudged down the stairs. Arielle joined me on my front porch in front of a...limo? Fucking hell Harry. He couldn't have sent something more subtle? Whatever. It's a limo, I'm not going to object. The driver opened the door for us with a polite smile, letting us in before shutting the door and taking us to the venue. 

The Target Center wasn't too far from where I lived, but far enough for us to have a jam session to half of the new The 1975 album, which the driver decided was a great record and decided to sing along with us. What a cool guy. He pulled up to the back doors, where Harry said he would meet us. 

"Holy shit, this is really happening isn't it," Elle said, the realization of the situation finally hitting her. She let out a slight squeal of excitement,  running towards the doors. Soon enough, I followed after her when Harry came into view. He was dressed like you would expect an egotistical teenage celebrity: tight black jeans, fitted white t-shirt, tattered black boots, and a leather jacket. To tie the get up together, he had a red bandana holding his unruly hair back. Not gonna lie, he looked hot. 

"Well look who showed up," he finally spoke as we walked through the back door. His stupid half smile plastered on his face, causing me to roll my eyes. 

"Yeah, not like I wanted to but guess we don't all get what we want, huh?" I bit back sassily. He rolled his eyes at my attitude but still dared to put his arm around my shoulder. 

"It's okay babe, you'll warm up to me eventually." 

Normally, if a guy had called me babe I would have melted. But, since it was Harry, it was just annoying. I shook my head, also attempting to get out of his grip. As many times as I tried to get out of his sideways embrace, he would just pull me back, thinking it was a game. Eventually, I gave into his little game, knowing I wasn't going to be successful. Harry wore a smug face knowing that I caved, pulling me in closer to his body.

"How are you so annoying yet smell and look so good?" I questioned, not necessarily meaning to say it aloud. It was true though, not only was he good looking but his scent was nearly intoxicating. Mahogany and vanilla encompassed his skin, the heady composition entrancing me. 

He chuckled, "What can I say, I guess I'm just irresistable."

"Your arrogance is showing." 

"Hey, you two, could you quit flirting for like 2 minutes so we can get moving?" Elle interrupted before Harry could respond. He cleared his throat before finally leading to the dressing room. I could tell that Arielle was bursting with joy. She was about to meet the "hottest band ever" in her words. At last, I was freed from Harry's grip when he opened the door that revealed a bit more than four other guys. 

Loud noises. That was what was enclosed in the somewhat large dressing room. Well large enough for the eight guys sitting in there at the moment. One of them ran up to Harry and nearly tackled him. He had black hair with red tips. At first glance I would've thought he was quiet, but he clearly was not by the attack he inflicted on Harry. The other guys just laughed, along with Elle who had quickly moved over to talk to one of the boys I didn't know. Just as I scanned my eyes around the busy room, Harry called over to me. I guess he had managed to get the colored hair guy off of him. Unwillingly I made my way over to him. He stood with an extremely attractive blonde who gave me a kind smile and the guy who tackled him.

"Zaria, I want you to meet Michael and Luke." 

They both introduced themselves to me, and later on the rest of the boys did as well. Turns out, Luke and Michael, along with Ashton and Calum, were in a band as well and were opening for One Direction. 5 Seconds of Summer, I believe, was their name. Throughout the half hour we had before the show, Harry was practically attached to me while I was talking to the other guys. Luke had moved on to talk to Elle, who was entranced by his punk look, lip piercing, and awkward composure. They were bound to have exchanged numbers by now just based on the way she was leaning against him whenever she laughed and how he looked at her with smiling eyes.  

Their stage manager came to get them to get ready to go on stage, meaning we had to leave as well. Harry turned to me with a fake pout.

"Awh, looks like I'll have to leave you babe, don't miss me too much," he added a wink, just to add to the conceited statement. 

Cue another eye roll from me. 

"Don't worry, I won't. Babe," I said imitating his pet name. With that, I followed Elle and the security gaurd to our seats. In the front row. 

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wow that sucked sorry guys

but i needed to get something written so it''ll get better don't worry :) 

CONCERT'S IN THE NEXT CHAPTER WHO'S EXCITED BC I AM 

lol okay well byyye x 

Jo.x