Don't Let Me Go (Harry Styles)

Chapter 22

*Camila's P.O.V.*

"Hey, so I wanted to run something by you really quick." Harry told me once we were back in his dressing room, waiting for the concert to start. 

"Of course, shoot." 

"I've invited my bandmates to my Harryween concerts in New York at the end of the month, and I wanted to see if you wanted to come too." He told me, pausing after every 3 words, talking even slower than he usually did, which indicated that he was nervous.

"Wait...wait...wait, when you say bandmates do you mean like Mitch, Sarah, Adam, Ny Oh and Charlotte?"

"Well I mean...of course they're invited, it's sort of their job to be there." Harry explained suppressing a laugh. I was so stupid, of course they were going to be there, they were their fucking band! "I meant the guys, Louis, Niall, Liam and Zayn." he finally let out a little laugh. 

"Oh my god, I'm so dumb." I laughed as well. 

"You're not love." Harry hugged me and then kissed my forehead, making me blush.

"I am..but anyways, that's not what we were talking about."

"So..you want to join us?" Umm excuse me, you're asking me if I want to join you and your friends who happen to be one of the biggest boybands in the planet? Of course I want to go, I thought to myself. 

"Yeah, I'd love to." My controlled self answered, even though I was dying on the inside and to be honest I could possibly combust any second. I was going to meet One Direction, and not only meet them, actually hang out with them, wow. If time travel was possible and I went back in time to tell my old self that her future self would be hanging out with Harry Styles and the rest of the boys from 1D she wouldn't believe me, never in a million years.

"That's great." Harry exclaimed.

"So, do you already have your costumes for the Harryween concerts?" I inquired.

"Yeah, they're all sorted out."

"And might you share with me what those costumes are?"

"I'll show you a picture of one of the costumes, the others you'll have to wait and see."

"Why H?" I whined, using my little nickname for him. I'd gotten so used to calling him H whenever we were talking over the phone, so that no one would know who I was talking to.

"I'm just that mean."

"Oh yeah, as if. You're like the least mean person I've ever met."

"I can be mean." He defended himself.

"Really?" I asked, still not convinced.

"Yeah, but you don't want to see me get angry."

"You're right. I don't. And I hope I don't ever get to see you get angry, at least not with me."

"Don't worry darling, I'd never get mad at you." And after the words left his mouth, I couldn't control myself, and I pressed my lips to his. Whenever we kissed it felt like the world fell away, like we were in our own little bubble. His hand rested below my ear, and his thumb caressed my cheek as our breaths mingled. I ran my fingers down his spine, pulling him closer until there was no space left between us and I could hear the beating of his heart against my chest. And that's when I finally understood his lyrics 'Trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat'.I'd been a walking zombie ever since Max cheated on me, he had broken me and I'd spent all this time trying to remember how it felt to feel alive and happy, wondering if I deserved to be loved and feel happy. Hearing Harry's heartbeat against my chest, had finally made me feel alive again, like I was actually worth something and that I deserved to be happy, and I had him to thank.

"Thank you." I told him in barely more than a whisper after our lips separated.

"For what?" He asked, his voice low and husky.

"For being you." My voice wavered, I was already starting to feel the tears forming in the corners of my eyes so I closed them and kissed him again, so he wouldn't see that I was in the verge of tears.

Harry and I were in the middle of a steamy make out session, thankfully all of our clothes were still on, although they wouldn't have been on for much longer, if someone hadn't interrupted us.

"Oh, sorry. Um..." Sarah stuttered.

"It's okay." Harry laughed as we both rearranged our clothes. "This is why I always knock when you and Mitch are in your dressing room."

"Noted." She replied, her cheeks red as hell, and that's how mine must've looked because I was beyond mortified, I was so embarrassed. 

"So..?" Harry continued, because obviously Sarah had barged in to tell us something.

"Well they sent me in to let you know that they brought something for us to eat before the show." She spoke, her gaze trained on the floor, clearly embarrassed by the situation as well. 

"Oh thank you. We'll be right there." Harry told her.

"Yeah, thanks." I added, before she quickly closed the door and hurried down the hallway. "Oh my god." I covered my face with both of my hands.

"What?"

"I'm so embarrassed."

"Don't be. I've walked in on her and Mitch doing far worse things, and that's why I always knock now. Third time's the charm."

"So you're saying she has to walk in on us two more times to learn?"

"Not at all, you know, women are smarter. So let's hope she gets it after today. And besides, we were only kissing and fully clothed."

"You're right, you're right." His words calmed me down a little.

"You hungry?"

"Starving actually."

"Well, let's go and get some food then." Harry helped me up from the couch before we went to meet the others and eat.

It was finally time for the concert and I had decided that this time, I wanted to stay backstage. I had already seen the concert from the front row, so now I wanted to see what it was like from backstage. And let me tell you, it's a whole different experience, I got to see all that happens behind the scenes, how quickly he has to change outfits, how everyone is running around fixing things and shouting out orders, but amidst the chaos, I was able to enjoy the concert, from a different point of view. My favorite thing was that I got to give Harry a quick hug every time he came backstage to get changed. And I also loved that I could see Harry from the side of the stage, I could really see how much he enjoyed performing, he was clearly born to do this. Seeing him sing his heart out on the stage, and the way he would look at me half way through a song and give me his little smile/smirk, made me realize that I wasn't falling in love with him, I was already in love with him.

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Author's Note:

Hey there guys! How are you enjoying the story so far?  Early update again today, so far so good, I'm sticking to my posting earlier schedule. How did you like this chapter? I included both of their POV's in this chapter, to mix things up a bit. Did you like it? If you have any ideas you want me to include in the story, please write them in the comments. I'm really hoping you enjoy it and any suggestions and/or grammar corrections are more than welcome. Don't forget to follow me, vote and comment, it really helps me out and I'd love to hear your thoughts! If you're obsessed with 1D make sure to check my TikTok account, I upload daily vids of the boys, it's @cristylealr