Bump (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 6 - The Answer

Hazel's POV

     Sunday passes by like the Knight Bus in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. Before I knew it, it’s already Monday.

     Sunday wasn’t really a rest day since I had to go back to the stadium and watch the boys’ practice again, even if it was only for two hours. I wanted to argue with the management since I don’t know why I need to watch their freaking practice.

     It’s just a practice, really what’s the big deal? And can’t they have a single rest day of their own too? Jeez, they just had a concert the night before but they can’t even get a rest? That’s just sad….

     The other thing––or rather person I was avoiding was Harry. He was of course waiting for my answer about the date thing, even if I told him ‘no’ last Saturday. But then again, he did ask me to think about it.

     Damn there it is again. Think about it. I couldn’t sleep last Saturday evening because of his voice ringing in my head. On Sunday though, thank God, he didn’t mention anything about his offer, though as usual he never took his eyes off me.

     During their practice last Sunday though, it was minutes of torture, Styles style. For their first songs, I had to walk around through the seats again and check if the sounds are doing great. I intentionally walked around for their first three songs just so I can avoid watching them. I don’t actually have a problem watching them, I have a problem with Harry watching me.

     After going around for the first three songs, I then had to endure a nine-songs-long torture; he never took his eyes off me during the whole time he was singing. I was helpless because I was told I had to be seated in front. There was even an instance where he held out his hand to me while he was singing his part from ‘Moments’. I didn’t know what to do so I just did the same to him, but it took a huge amount of effort for me to lift my hand. After our hands met, he smiled a wide genuine smile that made his eyes twinkle again, and his cheeks went red.

     Seeing his face like that, though it was during an awkward moment, slightly changed my mind. Actually, I already reconsidered his question last Saturday night, but I was still at war with myself. That moment we had in ‘Moments’ opened a door for me.

     Ugh. What do you want Hazel? I want to be loved. I already am by my friends and family, but that’s another kind of love. I want to be loved by a boy. Holy crap I sound like I’m one of those soap operas….

     Looks like the cat-lover’s going to get what he wants.

     Kaila, Crista and Aria finally walk down the stairs of the main entrance of the school, looking like those models from Victoria’s Secret, only they have appropriate clothes and not lingerie.

     Garrett, Chris, Eric and I waited for them to change at the fountain in front of the school. Believe it or not, they’re coming to the concert as well, though they didn’t change their clothes and transform themselves unlike my three girl friends.

     “Wow, looking hot as ever Crista,” Garrett says, taking Crista’s hand and kissing it. Crista giggles and puts an arm around Garrett’s waist.

     “Amazing as always,” Eric tells Aria, giving her a quick kiss.

     “I still can’t believe you’re mine,” Chris mutters to Kaila, literally lifting her off her feet.

     I shrug and roll my eyes. May the Lord give me strength not to vomit on these six.

     “As much as I’d love to watch you guys get it on in here, we need to get going,” I say irritably, “the concert will start in one hour.” And thank heavens Dylan didn’t need to come with me anymore. He’ll just ask for more spaghetti.