Bump (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 5 - The Question

Note: Few Filipino words in here :) Wondering why there are? You'll find out soon enough ;)

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Hazel's POV

      I hear the mixed voices of the thousands of fans waiting beyond the stage. I often hear the names of the One Direction members, followed by them screaming or squeaking to whatever they are discussing with their fellow Directioners.

     I’m standing behind a fifteen-foot high scaffolding behind the black curtains, waiting for the boys to come out of their dressing rooms. Dylan is in my room, enjoying the spaghetti he wished for. Pam just came in and gave it to him. I wonder where it came from….

     I look at my watch; it’s now six forty. The concert’s supposed to start at seven, so I think we’ll be able to start on time.

      I sigh and look around. Only a few people can be spotted, most of them belonging to the production, lights departments. The other departments are now settled on their proper places, probably praying as well for the success of this concert.

     Henry appears from behind the curtains and gives me the thumbs up. I nod shakily at him and proceed to the hallway connecting to the area with the different rooms, the large door east of the backstage. This is the only other way to this area. The other way was the one I passed through a while ago when I ran away from Harry.

     I almost stumble on one of the crates settled on the hallway. I better stop thinking about him. He’s a huge distraction, and I’m not really welcoming for distractions at this moment.

     I stop in front of the room labeled ‘One Direction’, which was actually located a single room away from my room. Yes it is rather strange that they have separate rooms and a group room, but it was decided that they should have that in case they wanted to talk about something private. After all, they are a band.

     The room separating the rooms was Louis’s room. In front of my room though, was Harry’s room.

     How the hell did I not notice this a while ago? At least he didn’t come to my room….

     Sighing deeply, I knock five times on the door. I hear them stop their discussion on I-don’t-know-what, then one of them, possibly Zayn, says ‘come in’. I slowly turn the knob and enter, looking at the ground and resting my forehead against the door. The room smelled so good, as if I was in a perfume store and not in a private room in a stadium. When I turn around, I feel my jaw drop automatically.

     They looked like they just stepped out from an issue of GQ magazine; they were all wearing suits, minus the jackets. Louis wore striped suspenders, which I recalled was one of his signature styles. Zayn wore nothing special in particular, but his chest is slightly visible since the first three buttons of his dress shirt are open.  Liam was wearing a gray waistcoat, though I wasn’t sure if it’s one of his signatures. Niall wore a black neck tie that was a bit loose, and his dress shirt was slightly opened as well just like Zayn. Harry wore a black bow tie that was probably as big as half of his face. They also had all of their sleeves folded up to their elbows. Their hairs were all shining against the light, as if they just got out of a bath.

     Holy crap. Holy cow. Holy everything. I can’t move, now that they’re all focused on me.

     “Uhm, Hazel?” Louis asks, snapping his fingers near my face. I snap out of my gaze, shake my head and come back to reality. They laugh for bit, though their laughs were slightly shaky.