All To Myself [one direction]

Chapter 39

The minutes spent waiting in line, had to be the most excrutiating moments I ever had to go through. The anticipation that was building inside me as well as the dread and panic, were very hard to control. My hands were sweating, and I was glad Monroe hadn't noticed, otherwise she would have had a go at me. Breathing in and out, I managed to keep my breathing steady.

The noise all around me was slightly hard to get used to, as they kept shouting and laughing and even singing. Monroe, however, was having the time of her life.

My eyes roamed around trying to spot the manager that had warned me to stay away. There was no sign of him so far. Slowly, we advanced further to the aisle the boys were sitting in and I could already feel Monroe hyperventilating next to me.

"Calm down," I said. It was ironic, really. Despite my own nervousness, I still tried to remain level-headed with all that was going on.

"I'm perfectly calm." She mumbled even though she was gripping my arm, and her eyes were widely looking at the door knowing that it was about to open any minute.

"So am I!" I lied, but I forced myself to say it hoping that it the feeling would morph to a real one. Stay calm, I repeated in my head for what felt like a hundred times somehow ended up helping.

When the doors opened and the person in charge told us to move forward, I didn't find myself rubbing my hands against my shirt or the voice inside my head telling me to turn around. I braced the moment, and moved forward.

It was until I felt a hand grip on my shoulder that I snapped away from the moment and focused on the person beside me. Monroe was no longer with me, she had ran to the table where the boys were, and instead the face I was dreading most greeted me.

"I thought I had made it clear that you should stay away," His voice was stern as he began to lead me away, before the boys took notice of my presence.

"I'm sorry." I mumbled quickly, slightly apprehensive of the consequences.

The manager whose name I didn't know, looked like he was about to say something before another voice beat him to it.

"Dion!" His voice was soft and near; I turned around and found a set of curls beside me. "What's going on?" He said before I even had time to greet him, he eyed the manager with concerned eyes as the situation baffled him.

The manager let out a small chuckle as his fingers loosened on my grip. "I don't think she had a ticket," He quickly muttered, and I noticed that he didn't want to tell Harry the truth.

"A ticket?" Harry laughed hoarsly, "Dion doesn't need a ticket." He turned to me and said that, his eyes softened as they looked deep into mine. I found myself blushing at how intense his gaze had become that I had to turn away.

"All girls should have a ticket." He said more sternly, but then frowned as he saw that Harry was no longer listening to him.

"It's all right, man. I know her; you can go now." Harry kept looking at the man until he left our side quite reluctantly. I saw him shake his head as he went away, and it made me quite nervous still. "You okay there?" Harry asked as he noticed my uneasiness.

"Um- I should go." I mumbled and turned to go away, but he stopped me.

"Don't be silly!" He said, as he turned me around again. His hand reached to cup my cheek as he added, "I thought I'd never see you again, why'd you disappear?"

"I-," I turned to look at the table, and could just about see Zayn looking around to see if he could find me. He looked so handsome, I wanted to be beside him. "I really have to go, but-" I took out the letter from my bag and handed it to Harry. "--give that to Zayn, please. Goodbye."