Enchanted

The Nearest Exit

So, there I was. Sitting by myself drinking a bottle of water while girls were drooling over the five boys of One Direction. I envisioned that this is what was going to happen; I’ve always been shy when it came to meeting new people. Whenever my family was invited to weddings, or small get togethers, I always found my way to the corner of the event by myself. It was comforting to me to be alone rather than give an attempt to meet others-- especially famous ones.

This seat was a familiar seat to me; so I didn’t mind it too much. Luckily, I was entertained enough just by watching girls flaunt themselves in front of the young british men, attempting to make themselves more attractive; I could tell that some were impressed, and some were merely disgusted.

I scanned the five blobs of people observing how the boys were reacting to the ladies. Zayn had a huge smile on his face as girls were complimenting him on his tattoos, and his incredible singing voice. I could honestly tell that he liked getting compliments; he always seemed a little conceited to me. But, I can forgive him for that; he does have a wonderful voice and he is incredibly attractive. I can understand the girls points of views; i’ll give them that.

My eyes looked to the left a little more and I could hear Niall shouting “Potato” in his dreamy irish accent. That always made the girls smile and chuckle. Who can deny it though? His irish accent was amazing; along with his style consisting of a red polo that has been buttoned all the way. He was also wearing a pair of baggy khakis and white supras. His blonde hair was styled as it always is, a bit spiky in the front and flat in the back. I gave a good look at his hair and noticed his brown roots coming in; it’s time to bleach again Mr. Irish.

My eyes gazed more to the left once again to find Liam chatting with four girls. These girls were all wearing One Direction t-shirts, skinny jeans and Converse. I could notice that they were all begging for a picture with him. He eventually gave in, and one by one the girls were standing next to him, holding out their camera phone to snap a good photo of them with ‘Daddy Direction’. He smiled for each picture, and gave the girls a friendly side hug as they were finished. The last girl stood next to him, and wiped her tears off of her face. I could tell that he had made her year by allowing her to take a picture with him. He looks at her, and wipes the tears off of her face. She holds up her phone and he says “Say Cheese” right before she clicks the side button on her phone, and a light flashes. After the phone was returned to her pocket, he wraps his arms around her for a nice hug. She held on for a good amount of time, but let go because she knew that she was sorta hogging him and it wasn’t fair for the other girls. They all equally deserved his attention.

Louis was the next blob of people to the left of Liam. His group seemed to be the loudest due to his outgoing personality.  The girls were all circled around him, and he was talking to them about the funny times in the X-Factor house, and what it’s like being on tour with the boys. I overhear him talking about how him and Zayn had pulled a prank on Harry, Niall and Liam with Nickelodeon. Apparently, him and Zayn found an actress who wore a fake baby bump, and during the boy’s interview, she pretends to be going into labor. Louis explains that Harry took the event the most seriously, holding the lady and practicing breathing exercises as she screams to Liam to call her husband.  I smiled secretly to myself; I can imagine that Harry would do wonderful in that position, he seems like a true man who cares for a woman and will go to any extent to make her feel comfortable. What an admirable trait. All the girls around Louis started to laugh as he chuckled along.

I noticed that to the left of him was a crazy group of 10 girls that were surrounding Harry, yet I couldn’t find the curly haired heart-throb through the barricade of girls. The majority of girls were wearing One Direction fan t-shirts, and were saying how much they adored Harry. One girl put her hand out to touch his hair, and I notice a security guard running towards her, grabbing her, and escorting her out of the room. I wonder why he had to lift her and take her away? Anyways, I returned my gaze towards the now 9 girls, and I could see Harry there between where the one fan used to stand. He was sitting on a bar stool, forcing laughter out from between his white teeth. As the girls were talking to him, I could notice his faking smiles that were followed by obvious eye movements that implied that he was surely not having a good time.

I noticed that after about 5 minutes, Harry stood up and told the girls that he needed to use the restroom. He broke away from the 9 girls that were standing around him, and he made his way in between Liam and Niall and exited the room. The girls looked as if they didn’t care, and found a new boy to drool over. Many of them moved towards Zayn, but a one or two stopped at Liam, and one joined Niall and his irish jokes that he was reciting.

I looked down to the water bottle that I had and noticed that was nearly finished. I removed the lid, took a sip, and returned the lid to the now empty bottle. I scanned the room for a recycling bin or any sort of waste can and found one below the table of food that was untouched. I got off of my couch in the corner, and throw my bottle away. I made sure not to make any eye contact with the girls that were giving me dirty looks as I walked back to my rightful seat.

I sat down, and put my right arm on the armrest, and crossed my legs so that I was comfortable again. After doing this, I notice a door opening behind me and I turn around. Harry had closed the door behind him, and took a glance at me. I return the look, and I notice that his eyes were making a connection to who I was. He looked at me as if he knew who I was; maybe he remembered what happened during the show.

I give a shy smile, and turn my head around to make sure that I could hide my blushing cheeks. I hear footsteps around me, moving towards the left, and then I feel a sudden shift on the left side of the couch.  I look up to see Harry sitting next me, angling his body to the corner of the armrest and the backing to the couch. His right leg was placed on the couch, and his foot rested on his left knee.

“Hi” he says, and I notice that he’s talking to me.

“Hi” I reply softly, I didn’t know how to create words, and that was the only thing I could make.

“Why are you over here... alone?” he asks me with sincerity in his tone.

I think to myself and draw out a legitimate answer.

“Those other girls... they’re intimidating. I’m not brave enough to flaunt myself around you guys, so as they huddled around you all, I found my way over here to watch.” I say, slightly proud that I was able to say the full sentence without stuttering. My breathing was not smooth, I could feel the palms of my hands getting sweaty. Fuck. You. Nerves.

“I never understood why girls did that” He responded to my explanation. I shook my head, and raised my shoulders in agreement. I never understood it either; fangirls were crazy.

“So, what’s your name?” He broke the silence that I had made. My name... what was that again?

“Dessirrea” I was able to choke out, as I finished by taking a deep breath.

“Dessirrea, well it’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Harry” He extended his arm towards me, and I felt that the correct thing to do was copy his movement. I put my arm out, and grabbed his hand and gave him a shake before pulling my arm away and placing it in my lap.

“I’m surprised these other girls havn’t noticed that you’re back yet” I say to him.

“To be honest, I wish they wouldn’t.” He responds, giving me his honest opinion.

“Well, why don’t you pretend you’re sick or something and leave?” I ask him.

I watch him turn his head slightly to scope out all exits of the room. The nearest one was the door he entered when he found me here. He quickly stood up, and put his arm out to me.

I look up at him, with a questioning look on my face.

“Lets go” He whispers to me, more of in an asking tone.

Harry Styles was asking me to go. With him. Where? I didn’t know if it was the right or wrong thing to do, but I went with what I felt was right. After a slight moment, I grab ahold of his hand as he helps me off of the couch. With our hands together, he leads us to the door. He pulls me in front of him, and follows me as we exit the backstage room.