Bump (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 4 - A Thousand Years

Hazel's POV

     Mom and dad drop me and Dylan off the stadium the next day at around lunch time. Dylan was glaring at the back of dad's seat the whole trip. I didn't mind since I'm still not attracted to One Direction. Mom told me to watch after him and to take care of both of us. Dad gave me some emergency money and told me to do my best, then they both wish me luck.

     When I entered the back gates, there were, surprisingly, only a handful of people walking a-round in the area. They greeted me as I raised my eyebrows at them.

     “Hazel!” a cheery voice says behind me. I was only a few meters from the main back door, which was releasing the faint sound of a somehow familiar song.

     “Oh hey Pam,” I reply, turning around. Dylan starts playing with his PSP.

     “You're surprisingly early today,” Pam says. She was wearing headphones that had a small microphone, and she was sweating, exactly what I expected from a head production manager.

     “Ha, you call this early?” I say.

     “Kidding Haze,” she then presses her headphones into her ears and replies 'okay'.

     “I gotta go now, they need me on the lights for whatever reason. Oh yeah and by the way, you're needed in the back stage,” she says.

     “Right now?”

     “No tomorrow,” sarcasm hits me. Pam is the one who taught me sarcasm. Best cousin ever.

     I narrow my eyes at her and she smirks at me, then she waves me away. I put a hand on Dylan's back and urge him forward toward the main back door.

     “I want spaghetti,” he mumbles, putting his PSP in his backpack.

     “Too bad little brother,” I say indifferently, patting his head. He scowls at me and mutters something I didn't catch. Good thing I'm such a good sister.

     The song got clearer when we were finally in front of the door. It was 'Save You Tonight' I think, but I only based it from the lyrics and because Kaila, Crista and Aria mentioned a song with that title.... How embarrassing.

     We enter the stadium and the song becomes magnified, the beats louder than my heart. Dylan covers his ears with his palms and scrunches his nose.

     The people here were walking around with headphones like Pam, talking to the microphone and their faces sweating. Most of them, I recognize, are part of the production department. The lights, sounds and crowd control department are obviously where they are assigned.

     They all nod and smile at me as I pass by them, and I do the same. We walk toward the large black curtain covering the slightly exposed entrance to the stage, which was where most of the people were coming from. A few meters away from it is a screen where one can see the stage, then below the screen settled on a large metal table containing its machine were dozens of switches and buttons. The people from the lighting department were sitting over there, their foreheads wrinkled in concentration. Pam was with them, watching One Direction on the screen as they test their lighting for ‘Up All Night’, which just started playing.

     I gently pull Dylan’s hand toward them and join them. They almost jump and greet me politely.

     “How’s the lighting guys?” I ask.

     “It’s doing fine Miss Stanton,” one of them, a woman says.

     “That’s great. You got the line up for all of the songs?”