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SEVENTY

It was not unlike how she had imagined it would be, but at the same time it was better. She studied the crowd from her position on the floor, close to the stage. Smiled to herself as she heard Harry attempt his fifth joke of the night and only managed to get a few titters from the audience. She sang to herself, along with the chorus of each song, couldn't help it really even though she so badly wanted to. She was so in love with the atmosphere, the vibe. She could see why so many people wanted to come again and again. The boys may have been terrible dancers, but they made you feel as if you were part of their inner circle. They talked to the audience, jokingly and honestly, and made every single person in that stadium feel as if they were special. And that was a gift, it truly was. They didn't need to make an act, they were probably the only artists in the world that could go on stage, be themselves, and leave people feeling as if they had just had the experience of a lifetime.

Harry of course, from upon the stage, couldn't help but glance at Reagan every so often. He attempted to establish eye contact throughout performances, but she just wouldn't have it. She kept looking away, far too embarrassed to even think about having him sing to her. That just wasn't going to happen yet, she wouldn't hear of it. But Harry being Harry couldn't help himself. So every time they sang any relatively suggestive song, he kept trying to make eye contact just to embarrass the hell out of poor Reagan Bailey and watch that blush rise upon her cheeks as she kept trying to keep her thoughts pure and her heart beating at a normal pace.

One would think that at such a relatively far distance, and with such a grand amount of people in the audience, that no one would notice Harry and Reagan's stupid little game. But of course, Hailey keeping her eyes solely on Harry for the entirety of the twenty minutes she stood outside with Reagan, couldn't help but notice that Harry's stare was not solely resting upon her, and it was frustratingly strange. She was accustomed to being the center of attention, to being the girl that everyone wanted and wanted to be. So to see that Harry wasn't even glancing at her made her wonder why. She didn't think it could possibly be because of Reagan.

She turned to look at the chubby girl beside her, thinking that if she looked like that she wouldn't be able to ever step foot outside her door. From her mountainous breasts, to large thighs and the small rolls at her waist, she just couldn't imagine how people even thought that she and Harry were a thing. Pretty people belonged with pretty people, that was the unspoken rule. The only thing that looked beautiful to Hailey was Reagan's facial appearance, from her perfectly sculpted eyebrows above clear green and sparkling eyes, to prominent cheek bones on a pointed and heart shaped face. Had she been about forty pounds lighter and about a few feet taller, Hailey could see her modeling. But she wasn't. She was pretty faced, big boned Reagan Bailey. Meant to work behind the scenes and stay out of the spotlight.

But as much as Hailey wanted to believe that was the case, the way that Harry kept looking past her to Reagan made her start to believe otherwise.

"Where are you going?" Reagan asked above the roar of the crowd, seeing as Hailey had turned her back to her and began walking back behind the stage.

"I told you, I'm not staying for this whole thing. My migraine is starting to act up." Hailey replied, slipping on her sunglasses and continuing to walk, "I'll be back for the last number."

"Alright." Reagan said, feeling relieved that she wouldn't be under Hailey's judging stare for the rest of the show. She might have been absorbed in the whole 'Harry's watching me, oh god what do I do' thing, but that didn't mean she couldn't feel that judgmental look from Hailey.

Hailey though, left with the vision of Harry endearingly watching Reagan as she swayed to the beat moronically, went backstage thinking that there was no way the pair would ever end up together. It just didn't fucking make sense, not when she was clearly his first and only option. She wasn't used to this, to being the one snubbed and ignored. It just didn't happen to her, ever.