Pretend

CHAPTER 3

"I had caught a glimpse of you as you took your seat next to the stage, something about you caught my eye. I hated to detect, but you did not seem like you were enjoying yourself, at all. I secretly made it my own personal mission to get an ounce of laughter or even life out of you. That's what triggered my fall out there. It was 100 percent inspired for you, love. I guess I am quite the attention seeker." He winked while batting his eyelashes playfully. "I don't particularly get this distracted while I perform, I had no idea why I felt the need too see you thoroughly enjoy yourself ," he stopped and sighed dramatically, "but once I did... Woah."

To say I was taken aback by his words was an understatement, no one had ever studied me in such detail. There were 10's of thousands of girls in the crowd, yet I was the one that somehow caught his eye. Celebrities don't usually appeal to me much; considering my parents are in the entertainment industry, but oh my there was something about this curly haired boy that had me melting at his words. We were staring at each other for a little longer then perhaps necessary , His eyes were constantly battling between my eyes and my lips.

"You are something else aren't you Harry." He stifled a grin, his dimples forming, catching my full attention. "Come with me. We are having an after party to celebrate the end of our world tour. I would love love love for you to accompany me, maybe even realise that I'm more then just a pretty face," he teased whilst chuckling. I murmured under my breath while rolling my eyes jokingly, "your reputation precedes you." I noticed his hands were making a conscious effort to unite with mine. "Join me Miss," he coughed nervously, "your name again?" "I'm Gigi." I laughed, self conscious under his powerful gaze. He smiled taking his bottom lip to his teeth, briefly tugging. "Well Miss Gigi, care to join me?" His voice the definition of raspy perfection. "It would be my pleasure," I reply slowly.

It took a great while for security to give us a heads up to leave the arena. There were still thousands of girls scattered around the grounds trying to catch a glimpse of anything one direction related. During that half an hour confined in Harry's dressing room, we covered a lot of personal territory. For instance; we bickered back and forth and back about which starburst flavour was the tastiest, or which superpower we would most love to inherit and we even discovered what each others own ultra personal pet hates were. Let's just say I am not going to be biting the caps of beer bottles any time soon.

Our conversation flowed so naturally and it was truly so refreshing being around this guy. He wasn't at all the air headed womaniser that the media portrayed him as. There was nothing more I would rather do then continuing to get to know Harry. Not the 'Harry Styles' the public knows, but the sensitive, sweet Harry that had already grown on me in the coarse of an hour. Half way through our heated discussion about whether Hermione should have ended up with Harry rather than Ron, a built middle aged man knocked on the door telling us it was time to leave for the party.

An intimated black, tinted Range Rover presented itself in front of us. "After you my lady," Harry winked, his hand touching my arm guiding me forward. I felt his body warmth radiating against my skin, sending all sorts of butterfly's into my system.
As we arrive, lights were flashing, people were shouting and I just stared in awe, what was this world? Harry had to go into the party by himself first, while I had to wait 10 whole minutes until I could rejoin with him. Whilst waiting patiently, the thought of him elicited a trail of goosebumps. I was consumed, his indescribable scent devoured the insides of the car. He left me in awe with his quick witted personality, mannerism and charm.

Finally, I got the call saying I could now depart the car and make my way into the building. God his people were extreme and excessive, the thought of any girl accompanying him out of the car was obviously something their minds couldn't flabbergast. I was greeted with the warm, humid LA air, alone and making myself into the party.
Music was blaring, people crammed everywhere, my mind was racing. Where was Harry? He had specifically told me to meet him by the bar. Now here I was, alone and waiting. I pretended to check my phone as that is what one does in these socially uncomfortable situations. Strange guys were slowly approaching me, I looked for a distraction but something caught my eye instead. Yasmin and Abby.