A Collection of Imagines

Harry + Zayn

Reader, Harry, Zayn 

Green or Gold pt. 2

We walk down the hallway with the wall practically vibrating from how loud the music is. The screams of young girls approaches as we walk that direction. My friend grabs my hand once again, thanking me for pulling some strings to get her into the arena with me. She's been a fan since they were on X-factor and if I didn't get her into this show, she would have killed me. I told her that she needs to stop exploiting for my job. She laughs and tells me she'll make it up to me. I'd like to see how she can top this. 

My favorite song of the set comes on and I start to dance to the beat, earning some screams from the audience. I sway my hips to the beat as I look down at my feet. The gold shoes shine in the bright lights of the stage. I mentally thank her again. She's so thoughtful that it's adorable. What is this girl doing to me? 

I watch the jumbo screen as Louis pours water onto Niall's back. Laughter erupts in the arena and I smile at the interaction. The screen slowly fades to Harry singing into his mic. I look away quickly towards the audience. I can't fucking watch that. I look down at my shirt and my smile appears again. 

We walk out into the arena and one of the security guards pulls us into a sectioned off area in the audience. I spot my fellow stylist and quickly introduce them to my friend. She smiles as she shakes their hands and I look towards the stage. I smile proudly as they gather onto the steps to sit for "18". It was one of my favorite songs on this album.

My eyes scan the first few rows. I look past the general seating and into the VIP section on the far right. She's swaying to the rhythm of the upcoming song, pretending to wave a lighter in the air. Old school. Classic. Zayn sits down next to me and I roll my eyes as he follows my graze. 

She smiles brightly, even under the dim lighting of the stadium. Her eyes shine as she makes eye contact with me. I nod my head towards her and her smile grows as she waves to me. I hear Harry clearing his throat next to me and I look away from her. When I look to him, he's looking straight ahead. I shake my head and look back to her. He clears his throat again, but before I whip my head around to him, he brings the mic up to his mouth. 

The music starts to pick up as the rest of the boys sit on the steps. Harry brings the mic up to his mouth and looks directly at me. 

"This one goes out to a friend of mine. And I really hope she gets the meaning behind this song. Thanks for always being there for me." The song starts and I sing into the mic the first few lyrics.

"I got a heart and I got a soul

Believe me I will use them both

We made a start

Be it a false one, I know

Baby, I don't want to feel alone" 

I turn to glare at him as soon as his little speech ends. Never in my life have I wanted to punch someone so bad in front of thousands of people. He stands from his steps and walks to his mic. The rest of the guys have no idea what he's doing, but I know exactly what he is doing. I bring my mic up to my mouth and stand to walk to my mic. 

"So kiss me where I lay down

My hands press to your cheeks

A long way from the playground"

Harry continues with the chorus, but I'm confused. I've seen this formation before. Liam, Niall, and Louis all seem confused. My friend leans over to me. She asks if they are staring at me. I look back to Harry and Zayn. Are they really? They are. What the fuck is going on?