Pretend

CHAPTER 2

Not long after, I got Yasmin's next text message stating whereabouts there so called life changing seats where located. As I was rambling through the crowd, coming awfully closer and closer to centre stage. I was receiving a great amount of dirty looks and elbow nudges as I dodged through the people, "GIGI!" finally there they were.

I was greeted with big smiles and I couldn't help notice how much happier they seemed. The music was blaring, girls were screaming and I finally felt content, maybe things weren't as bad as it seemed. We were really really close, everything seemed so unreal from this position. I could see almost every feature and facial expression of each one of the boys, I found this much more intriguing then the music itself.

As I was beginning to put names to faces. I couldn't stop myself from observing each intricate detail about all of them. Niall, blonde hair, funny accent, great laugh. Louis, quick witted, cute smile, very put together style. Liam, buff bod, adorable puppy dog eyes, very enthusiastic. Zayn, flawless hair, quieter, deep skin colour. And then Harry...

There was something about him that I just couldn't grasp. His flowing curled locks, those dents in his cheeks, his lopsided grin and those emerald green eyes. I couldn't stop myself from staring at him longingly. The way he performed with such life and laughter, it was contagious I couldn't stop myself from grinning when staring upon him. His dance moves seemed to get the better of him as his face connected to the floor with such force. An "Ahhhhh" echoed through the stadium crowd, all having the same exact reaction. I couldn't stop myself from letting high pitched giggles leave my system.

Before I knew it Harry, who was still face planted on the ground managed to take a glance my way. My cheeks went red hot, I didn't know if his attention was focused on me but it surely felt that way. A smirk plastered his face, I had emerald eyes gazing through me. It seemed everything had stopped moving and it was just me and him stuck in a moment.

Before I could grasp what was happening, Harry pushed himself up and shrugged his incident off with a sly grin. "And that my friends is Harry Edward Styles in his very element," Louis chuckled. I was fixated. Every move caught me by surprise. I wanted to know more. I must have gotten very carried away because before I knew it the crowd had exploded into a chant, "ENCORE, ENCORE!"

And there it is, the intro to What Makes You Beautiful. I absolutely hated this song with such a passion. The beat, the melody, everything about it made me cringe in such disgust. I was seriously ready to go, yes the night had not been as miserable as I had perhaps originally thought. Although I had encountered on some serious eye candy, I was ready to put an end to tonight.

Crowds of girls swarmed out each exit door, the stadium was suddenly looking bigger and bigger. Yasmin and Abby were no longer to be seen, quite ironic that they had ditched me right after the concert, very subtle. I tried calling Yasmin's phone numerous amounts of time but I was sent straight to her voicemail, there goes my lift home I guess. I was basically the only one left in this stadium, my face must have had panic and fear written all over it as i spotted in the corner of my eye a bodyguard slowly approaching me.

"Miss, I have been given an order from my client and you are wanted in Mr Styles's dressing room immediately. It will be my duty to escort you there, so please do follow."
What was going on? I didn't know if my mind was playing games on me or if this was actually occurring. Harry styles wants me in his dressing room, now that was difficult to comprehend. My mind was rolling a million miles an hour, before getting swooped back into reality by a bellowing voice. "Miss please follow me, we don't have much time."

After 5 minutes following this strange man who claimed to be Harry's bodyguard I had started to doubt myself. Thoughts wouldn't stop planting in my mind. Had Yasmin and Abby planned this whole affair just to embarrass me? Is that why they had so suddenly dissapeared? Before I could think too much about it we entered a thin, long all-white hallway. Each door we passed had a name plastered into it. Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan. Each door looking exactly the same as the one passed. Before I knew it there it was. Harry Styles. At this point in time it felt like my heart was going to explode out of my chest, I didn't understand this sensation, I was not a fan of Harry Styles at all, well not of his music anyway. The bodyguard knocked, 3 times to be exact. I wondered if that was some type of code indicating that it was us standing in his doorway.

"Well look who finally decided to arrive." My jaw dropped, my knees weak. His voice was hoarse yet soft, his accent powerful yet gentle. I screwed my eyes shut, counted to 5 just to make sure this was actually happening. The bodyguard dismissed himself and there I was in Harry Style's dressing room, just me and him. "So love, I'm guessing you want to know why i asked you to join me here." I was tongue tied, it was like my mind and thoughts weren't connected to my mouth or voice, I simply nodded.