Section 117

Chapter 2

So I wrote and published chapter 2 earlier and I just found out it's been deleted. So, this chapter may be somewhat short since I'm having to re-write it. Anyway, I've already gotten over a hundred reads which I never would have expected, so thank you guys so much. If you read it and liked it, please don't forget to vote for it and comment on it. Happy December, by the way! I hope you enjoy this chapter. :)

Harry's P.O.V

All I could hear was fans screaming my name at the top of their lungs as I ran through the sections of the arena. I could feel a group of people running close behind which made me run faster and harder. I could see the stage door in the distance. I kept my eyes and mind focused on that door until it began to get closer. I glanced over my shoulder and saw at least 50 fans right on my tail. I quickly put my hands out in front of me to open the stage door. I barged through the door, security locking it as soon as I was completley into the hallway. I quickly gathered myself and began running up the stairs, smiling like an idiot. As soon as I turned a corner, I ran into 4 boys who were doubled over in laughter.

"Hahahahahaha- I can't believe- hahahaha- you actually did- hahahaha- that," Louis laughed, slinging an arm over my shoulder. "Hahahaha- you're so brave, Harry. Hahahaha!" Liam said, tears in his eyes from laughing. "Hahaha- you're insane, mate!" Niall said, slapping my back. I was still out of breath from running for so long and the non-stop laughter wasn't helping. I collapsed on the ground and continued laughing, but attempted to keep my breathing steady. "So," Liam began, sitting down next to me, "Get any numbers from the girls in the crowd?" I smirked at him, realizing that actually, I had. "Well, I gave a girl my number, if that counts," I announced. Zayn sat down next to Liam, suddenly seeming interested. "Shocker," Niall said, playfully kicking my shoe.

"Ssssooooo?" Louis said, sitting down next to me. "So...what?" I asked my best mate. "So, who's the lucky girl?!" "Oh, uh..." I began, nervously popping my knuckles, "Her name's Ellay. She tweeted me once a few months ago, asking how my day was going. I responded, and then went to her Twitter so I could follow her. I started looking at her Twitter and she seemed like a really cool girl. I clicked on her icon, and, well, uh... she's really pretty," I smiled, thinking of Ellay's beautiful Twitter icon. "Wait... how did you remember her? I rarely ever remember the fans I respond to or follow on Twitter." Niall said, looking at me with an unreadable expression on his face. "Well, I don't either... I just, uh... Ellay's different," I said, flashing them a sheepish smile, "I sometimes go to her account and read her tweets and look through her pictures. She's a cool girl."

Me and the lads were broken out of our conversation by hearing loud, fast footsteps coming toward us. "HaaaaaaRRRRYYYYY!" I heard Paul scream. The lads and I scrambled to stand up. "Y-yes, Pauly?" I said as he came into view. I batted my eyelashes and put on my most innocent face. "WHY DID YOU GO OUT INTO THE ARENA AND SIT WITH FANS?!?!?!" Paul boomed, glaring at me and the lads. "I, uh... the... well... the boys dared me to!" I tattled, trying to make my voice sound like a toddler. I heard a growl from one of the boys behind me, most likely Niall or Louis. Paul sighed, a small smile growing on his lips. "Don't do it again, Harry. And if you feel you HAVE to, at least let me or another security guard know so you don't get ripped apart by the fans." I nodded, running up to hug Paul. He stuck his hand out and pushed me back. "No, no. You and the boys need to go take care of some final preperations and do some voice warm-ups." The lads and I followed Paul into a big room where our singing coaches were sitting.

 Through out the entire time we did vocal warm-ups, and all through out hair and makeup, I continuously checked my phone to see if Ellay had texted me. Why had she not texted me yet? Did I give her the wrong number? Is her phone dead? Does she already have a boyfriend? Does she just not want to text me?

As all those thoughts were being tossed around in my head, my phone vibrated twice. I fished it out of my pocket and quickly unlocked my phone to find a text from a number I didn't know. "This is a fake number, isn't it?" I was almost positive the text came from Ellay. "If this is from Ellay, then, no. It isn't fake. :)" "Wait... this is actually Harry Styles?" I smiled at the text and quickly responded, "Yep. How are you? :)"

I had butterflies in my stomach, and I don't think it was because of the concert. Ellay made me feel really happy, even though I'd only met her in person 45 minutes ago.

Paul grabbed my shoulder, interrupting me from my thoughts. I turned around to see him and the boys all smiling at me. Louis handed me a microphone. "Come on Styes, it's show time."