Shattered (Harry Styles)

Chapter 6

Zaria's POV

After having my ear screamed off by the random girl seated next to me, and talked off by Elle on the other ear, the excitement somehow managed to seep in. I'm at a concert. In the front row. With my best friend. Holy shit. I didn't have much more time because the opening act, 5 Seconds of Summer, raced out onto the stage with a song that I'm guessing was theirs playing in the distant background. Luke was front and center with Michael and Calum on either side, Ashton in the back with his drum set. They began rocking out on stage, causing the entire arena to go insane. Everybody was screaming or singing along to the pop punk sound of the band. They were actually really good. Elle and Luke seemed to be locking eyes nearly the entire time which, naturally, made me nudge her and give her a knowing smirk. 

The boys of 5 Seconds of Summer finished their set, racing off the stage just as energetically as they did as when they came on. There was a short break between them, and One Direction. Elle and I were chatting with the girls on the other side of her about both of the bands when loud music began playing. Here we go, I thought. 

Screams erupted everywhere as the opening chords to Rock Me began playing, immediately followed by 5 guys casually walking out onto the stage, as if it were a normal thing. Elle joined in on everyone screaming while I, on the other hand, sat shocked as Harry managed to find me out of a crowd of thousands. How? He gave me a smirk and a wink, singing his part of the song. The girl next to me flipped shit because she thought Harry winked at her, screeching even louder than before. I wasn't sure it was humanly possible for such a small teenage girl to make such a loud noise. Damn. 

Somewhere in the middle of their set, Harry sat down on the stage. Right in front of me. What the fuck Harry. What are you doing? The rest of the band came and sat on various edges of the stage as the music quieted down. 

"Alright, we're going to slow things down a bit here. That alright with you guys?" Liam spoke, the crowd responding with their shrill howls of approval. 

"I think that's a yes lads," Niall chimed in, the biggest smile plastered on his face as he looked out into the crowd. 

Harry added, "You guys are one of the Little Things that keep us together." 

That was his sad attempt at a joke, winking exaggeratedly at the end to get his point across.. But the audience seemed to think it was hilarious with their hoots and giggles. He got a smug look of pure accomplishment and pride at the reaction of the thousands of fans sitting in the stands. He's so arrogant it hurts. Music began playing, as if Harry's pointless joke was the cue for music. They all took their parts, singing beautifully together. This was no doubt my favorite song by them. It was touching, heartwarming, beautiful. Towards the end, Harry's last solo, he made it an effort to lock eyes with me for the second time that night. His gaze was hard, intense and extremely difficult to look away from. I rolled my eyes at him, but couldn't help the small smile that took place on my face at such a raw moment. 

When that song finished, and they finished up the last songs, they energetically said goodbye to the crowd and thanked them for coming before running off stage. Security came and got us, bringing us back to the dressing room where all nine guys were talking. Elle and I walked in and immediately Elle was whisked away by Luke. God knows what happened after they disappeared together. I walked around to each of the guys and gave them all a hug, telling them how great they did. Whilst in the middle of talking to Zayn, two arms crept around my waist from behind. Zayn laughed and gave me a preconceived smile before leaving me to whomever captured me. I turned around in the person's arms and gave the smallest of smiles. 

"What? No hug for me?" Harry asked in a mock offended tone. 

"I mean, I think you already took it seeing as you grabbed me from behind," I bit back sardonically.

He rolled his eyes and released me from his grip. 

"But you did do an amazing job. You're really talented," I added a bit less sarcastically. A conceited smile lit up his flawless face. 

"Thank you,  love. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Now aren't you glad you accepted my offer?" 

"I guess, but I'm still not thrilled to have had my ears screamed at all night by some lunatic teenager sitting next to me." 

Harry chuckled and shook his head at me, "You're just a ray of sunshine aren't you?"

"Hell yeah I am. Get used to it." 

"Get used to it?" He asked skeptically. Oh shit. Definitely not what I meant. Right? I don't think I meant to say that at least. Even you can't deny how hot he is Zaria, you obviously want to see him again, my annoying subconscious pointed out. Does she ever shut the fuck up? 

"Uh, yeah. Get used to it," I said with a wink before walking away from him to go find Elle. It was late and I needed to get home before my mom sent out the search and rescue team.  I walked over towards where I last saw her, which was on a couch with Luke about 10 minutes ago. They were still there, yet they were now making out on the same damn couch. 

"Hey um Elle? I have to leave. Do you still need a ride or is the guy you're sucking face with gonna help you out there?" I asked in mock innocence. She flushed a scarlet color, as well as Luke, before he told both of us he would get her home safely. I glared at him and, of course, told him that if he hurt her I'd cut his balls off, like a good friend would, before actually heading out. 

I managed to get as far as the exit door before somebody called my name. I was about to kick Luke's ass thinking it was Elle wanting to catch a ride with me instead, but it was just Harry. 

"What now Harry?" I groaned in irritation. All I wanted to do was go home and sleep for a week. Some overly egotistic pop star was keeping me from doing just that. 

"I just wanted to say goodbye, and do this."

Before I could ask him what he was doing, he had grabbed the back of my neck pulling me to him and attached our lips. What the hell? I didn't move for a second before responding and kissing him back. I wasn't going to turn down a make out sesh with a hot guy. You're fucking nuts if you would. We stood there just meters from the exit making out, hands tangled in each others hair. After a minute or so we pulled away to breathe, resting our foreheads together. 

"Goodbye, love," Harry whispered before walking away, leaving me breathless and frustrated beyond compare.

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Hey there again 

wow its been awhile sorry for not updating but im lazy af and i actually have stuff outside of writing a fanfic lol 

well i hope you enjoyed this short, shitty chapter. 

word to your mothers

Jo.x