Getting You Back

Chapter Twenty-two: The Performance

Chapter Twenty-two: The Performance

        I wait in the right wing of the stage, no one else can seem where I stand but the person who needs me the most can. Every few minutes his eyes come back to me then back to the crowd. I watch as Harry gets more and more relaxed on stage and gets lost in the energy that comes from the packed house. Just like the times before I feel my own heart swoon at the sight of him on stage. He begins to dance and smile, his body isn't as tense like it once was.  A smile forms across my face at the sight of him and knowing that it was me that his him this happy. When I know he is okay, I begin to head to my spot in the crowd. Right as I turn around the corner I bump into someone's hard chest. Before I can fall to the ground hands come out and catch. 
"Halle?" I look up to see Paul smiling down at me. By the smile on his face I know he knows the reason why I standing right here. "It's nice to see you in your spot again." He stands me right up then pokes my cheek. I let out a giggle that has been held inside me for so long. 
"Feels good to be back." And that's the truth, it feels good to be back in the spot were I belong. The spot that I feel the most complete. I stand here for a second and watch as the crew go back and forth working on the things behind the scenes. I recognize a few faces and get a few waves.
"I don't think your boy would want you to miss the show." At the mention of Harry my cheeks go red and I feel a soft tingle in the pit of my stomach. "Come on, lets get you to your spot." He takes me by my arm and escorts me through the halls to my spot on the floor. As we walk through the hidden halls I can hear the beat of the music and muffled voices of the boys. I prepare myself to what is about to happen when I walk through those doors. People will see and the cameras will come on but it is all worth it because I don't care about that, I don't care what they have to say about me. I care about the man that stands on that stage singing his heart out. I care that he know that I am standing where I am suppose to cheering for him. Paul suddenly stops in front of the door. He looks down at me for a moment. 

"They're going to be bit louder than normal Hal. Will you be okay?" I look up at the door nervously knowing that the calmness I am in won't exist. But I don't want to miss this moment, I want Harry to know that even though I am scared and I am worried that I am strong enough for him to stand in a room full of people who's eyes are on us.
"I will be okay Paul, I can do this. You will help me, won't you?" Paul places his hand on my shoulder and gives it a gently squeeze.
"Of course I will."  The doors to the floor open up and instantly my ears begin to ring at the sound of the screams that fill the venue. The lights move around the arena, spotlighting different parts of the crowd. The screen lights of phones and cameras fill the arena making the crowd look like a sea of stars. Each fan, whether they know each other or not, stand side by side and sing along to the music that connect them. It truly is a beautiful sight to see, here in this place, filled with music and love is another home. Paul lets me step out of the doorway first then he follows behind me. With a hand on my back, he begins to guide towards my spot right in front of Harry. With each step I take, I get closer to the stage. I feel my heart jump with excitement, I get to see the one I love do what he loves the most. The girls in the front row stop for a moment when they realize it is me who is approaching. Their eyes widen then their mouths drop open. Together, either out of excitement or shock, they begin to scream as I approach.
"Here you are lass. Look over if you need me." Paul squeezes my shoulder then heads back towards his spot. I take my spot on the right side of the stage, Harry's side. I look around the arena, taking in once again the sight of the lights of phones and the endless amount of  people. It is an image that I want to imprint in my mind forever. I pull my phone out of my clutch and I begin to take pictures from every angle of the venue. A soft touch to my arm catches my attention. When I look to my right, a girl smiles up at me. She looks thirteen, maybe fourteen.
"Halle." She says happily to me. Her eyes take in my dress, my shoes, and every little detail about me. "You're really here!" She says excitedly. "I know I don't know you but I missed you!" She wraps her arms around me and pulls me in to her arms. I freeze for a moment, shocked by her straight forwardness. But I unfreeze and wrap my arms around her and give her a squeeze.