I Wish I Could Say It Was a Mistake

Chapter 35: I got a good feeling

I take a step back to appreciate how hot Harry looks. He's wearing the same clothes from the album cover: white high-waisted trousers, a pink unbuttoned shirt and black boots. Wow. Just wow.

As his gaze floats through the room and gets to where Niall and I are, he frowns and quickly wraps up the conversation he was in and walks towards us.

"You brought a date, Niall?", he jokes, resting one of his arms on Niall's shoulders.

Niall and I look at each other awkwardly. How can he be joking about this?

"Surprise.", I smile, trying to make the situation a little less tense.

Harry looks at Niall and smiles, "I hope I didn't interrupt.". As we both shake our heads, he untangles himself from Niall and asks me, in a lower voice, "Can we talk?". I nod, so he takes me to a corner of the room, where he says, "Why are you here again?"

"Lloyd got us in", I explain.

"Who's Lloyd?"

"We worked together. He..."

"Ok, nevermind.", he interrupts, "Why didn't you say you were coming though?"

"I don't know. I thought it would be a nice surprise, I guess.", I shrug.

Harry bites his lip, looks around and then laughs, "It is a nice surprise. Thank you."

Wait, what? I have to blink twice to let his words sink in.

"So you're not mad?"

"Mad? Why would I be mad?"

"Harry!", someone shouts, "You need to get going!"

"Just one minute!", he shouts back.

I shrug. "Why did you cancel last night?"

"Oh.", he pulls his hair back and turns his gaze to one side, "I'm sorry about that. The boys surprised me and I thought it would be nice to spend the night together."

So Emma was right. He canceled because of Niall.

I smile to myself. I did nothing wrong.

"Sure, I understand. And hey, if you'd rather I wasn't here I'd understand too."

"No, please don't leave. It's going to be an awesome concert and I want you to see it.". I smile again and nod. Then, I look at Niall. So he doesn't mind that we're together?, "Hey, don't worry about it.", Harry whispers, as if he'd read my mind, "Everything's cool. I've been thinking it through and I can't blame you for anything that happened that night. We never said we were exclusive."

"So you don't mind?"

"No, of course not. Unless you do..."

I shake my head so he smiles.

"Harry!", someone shouts again.

"Come on, go!", I say and he smiles kindly at me. He starts walking away and I scream, "Good luck out there!".

All the others start wishing him good luck too and he rushes out of there. I think I'm more excited than him right now. He's going to do great.

I watch his whole set proudly. He was born to be under the spotlight.

You can tell he enjoys every single second, which makes everyone watching him enjoy his show too.

Thankfully, Niall doesn't bother me during the concert. He spends the whole time laughing and talking to some guys on the other side of the room, while Emma, on the other hand, spends the whole concert flirting with Liam. I don't mind though, I'm here to see the show. And Liam seems nice.

About 10 minutes go by from the moment Harry leaves the stage and when he appears in the room again. Now he's all sweaty and I can notice the adrenalin still running through his veins.

Everyone jumps on him as he walks in, congratulating him for the concert. I can see that he's a bit overwhelmed, so I decide not to get closer.

He grabs a bottle of water and drinks it down in one go. Then, I see how Niall pats him in the shoulder and they exchange a few words.

A few other people go up to him and congratulate him too. Suddenly, his gaze lands on me and he winks at me. I smile back and clap my hands to show that I loved the show. He bows and then carries on thanking everyone for being there.

Soon after, he leaves the room again, so I walk towards Emma.

"Emmy, how's it going over here? Shouldn't we start heading out?"

"Oh, Liam was just telling me about this party tonight."

"Really? A party?"

The last time I was at the same party as Harry and Niall, things didn't go very well.

"Yeah, why not?"

"It's not big. It's at Louis' place, and I think it's only us.", Liam intervenes.

Emma stares at me with big puppy eyes, so I finally accept, "Alright, but we'll be home by 3."

"Home by 3. Gotcha.", Emma repeats and smiles triumphantly.

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Louis' house is just as amazing as Harry's. As we walk in, Emma squeezes my hand and points towards every single detail, trying to guess how expensive they must be.

"This place is awesome!", she continues, and I laugh. It is pretty awesome.

Luckily, what Liam said about it being a close gathering was true. About twelve people are chilling in the common area while eating posh snacks and drinking posh cocktails.

I notice Harry's still not there, although Liam and Niall are, both standing in a circle with four other people.

There's chill music on the background and there are fairy lights illuminating the area, creating a very welcoming atmosphere.

A man in a suit comes up to us and asks for our drinks. Then, he leaves and comes back with them, presented in two fancy glasses with a strawberry stuck to one side.

We stroll around the room trying to not look completely lost, until Liam notices us and comes towards us.

"You came."

"Of course.", Emma smiles, "How could we not?".

I roll my eyes. Emma gets so stupid when she's around someone she's attracted to.

"Here, let me introduce you.", he offers.