(Ellie’s POV)
I let out a deep sigh, content, as I exited the One Direction concert. I was so proud of my boys, and I was so happy I’d finally seen them perform; it was even better than I imagined. I’d been right at the front, squashed up against the bar as every teenage girl in the room excitedly jumped around and screamed, my ribs being crushed against the metal gate in the process. But it was worth it to be able to hear the perfect harmony of my 5 favourite boys’ voices, from a mere few feet away. At one point, I could have sworn I saw Harry wink at me – I ignored the voice in my head telling me I was probably imagining it, and just let my heart completely melt. I’d always thought he was especially attractive; not only his perfect looks, but also his general cheekiness and sincerity towards his fans. It made me happy to think that there were boys like that out there, especially considering my track record of dickhead exes. I shrugged off the painful memories as I folded my arms tightly, attempting to protect myself from the cold, as I headed for the train station alone. That’s when I heard a familiar voice coming from behind me. A soft, slightly croaky tone with a hint of a northern accent. “Hey, excuse me?” My heart skipped a beat, wondering if it really was who I thought it to be. Biting my lip in preparation, I turned around to see Harry Styles hiding around the corner of the venue, gesturing for me to come over.
(Harry’s POV)
During the whole of the concert, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of this one girl at the front. She’d come on her own, and I’d admired that. There to see us, there for the music. She had light brown, curly hair, flowing down to her shoulders, it was beautiful. There was a point where the lights went right across the front row, instantly making me notice her gorgeous bright blue eyes, and freckles dotted perfectly around her face. I offered a light wink, immediately getting embarrassed afterwards, as I looked away in attempt to hide my face that was beginning to turn crimson. I carried on with the song we were singing as the venue was filled with excited screams and shouted lyrics, muffling mine and the boys’ voices. I liked that, though.
When the concert was over, I missed her already. I had to see her again. As the boys went backstage, I found a way out of the venue, sneaking out of the back entrance and around the corner of the brick wall, and that’s when I saw her, her small frame being swamped by baggy winter clothing, as she made her way towards the train station. I called her over nervously, hoping none of the other fans noticed me; I know how crazy our fans could get, as much as I loved them. She turned around swiftly, a broad smile appearing on her face, causing my lips curling up at the ends in response. I loved her smile. She walked over coyly, her face turning a pale scarlet colour. She seemingly tried to conceal this, covering her face with her hand which was already buried in her sleeve. When she got close enough, I immediately grabbed her waist, pulling her in for a tight hug as I snaked my arms around her figure, unable to let go. I heard a muffled giggle, her face pressed against my chest as she shyly wrapped her arms around my body. I took a deep breath before mumbling the a few words nervously. “You’re... the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. What’s your name?” Glad I wasn’t looking at her, I buried my head in her shoulder, embarrassed. “Ellie,” she responded.
(Ellie’s POV)
I couldn’t believe this was happening; my stomach was churning uncontrollably, my head was spinning. I closed my eyes, taking everything in. I was hugging Harry Styles, and he’d just called me over to tell me I was beautiful. For that moment, everything I’d ever been insecure about just didn’t matter. As we both pulled away, we looked at each other dead in the eyes, unsure of what would happen next. “Well, I have to go in a minute, the boys are probably worried about me,” he chuckled, though revealing a tinge of disappointment in his voice. “That’s okay,” I muttered, slightly saddened also. I looked at his eyes that were full of adoration, as he stroked my arm with care. It made me so content, I was simply carefree for those lovely moments. But then he reached that part by my wrist, the part where I’d cut earlier that day. I winced in pain, taking a big intake of breath as his fingers brushed against my wounded skin through the fabric of my jumper. He frowned at me in confusion, lifting up my sleeve as he revealed the clean, clear wrist I’d now ruined. Feeling uncomfortable and ashamed, I looked away. I could feel his eyes on me, and I didn’t want to look at him and face that heartbreaking look. It was bad enough with friends... but him. I wouldn’t be able to handle that, not in a million years. “Ellie, I don’t understand why you’d do this and I’m not going to try to, but you really shouldn’t hurt yourself. You’re perfect, you know that?” I could hear some sadness in his voice, despite his efforts to hide it. He lifted my arm up closer to his face, continuing to kiss each scar before re-covering them all with my sleeve. I was still looking down, ashamed at the fact he’d seen; I felt Harry’s fingertips under my chin, as he gently lifted my face up to look at his. “You’re perfect.” He repeated. I smiled at him weakly, and although I didn’t quite believe it, that genuinely made me feel comforted. Safe. He pulled my face in closer, kissing me suddenly as his lips pressed against mine with the perfect pressure and rhythm, stroking my cheek softly in doing so. He pulled away after a short while, smiling at me broadly as he handed me a note with eleven digits scrawled on it. Putting it in my pocket, I watched him give me an innocent wink before turning around and heading back. In disbelief, I leant against the burgundy brick wall. I couldn’t wait to see him again.
