"All I wanted was a bit of excitement.
All I did was apply for a job.
And then all of me fell deeply and irrevocably in love with him."
Natalie Moon applies for an unknown job, and falls straight in the lap of One Direction. More specifically, Harry...
"Manchester you have been amazing tonight!" Harry's voice echoes around the arena as the crowd screams.
I'm waiting backstage, ready to go on for our duet, feeling completely calm.
It took a week or so, enough time for us to perform all four songs twice, before I stopped feeling nervous before the shows, and now I go out to watch the beginning of the show in the pit and come backstage just a couple of songs before I go on.
It's a bit of a shame, as I have to leave just after Falling and I miss Sunflower, but I boogie to it backstage, so it's not all bad.
"We have a special guest joining us for this next song!" Harry yells, and butterflies flutter through me at the crowd's response.
By this point in the tour it's common knowledge that I'm performing with Harry every night, and I have seen countless people tweeting and posting about it.
There have been a few unhappy fans, which did hurt a little bit, but I tried my best to ignore them. They made a bunch of comments about my voice which were pretty hurtful, and how I looked awkward on stage, but then Harry made a passive aggressive comment at the show the following night about how natural I was onstage and getting the audience to give me a second cheer because I just sounded so good.
It made me blush to my boots but it definitely made me feel better.
"Please put your hands together for the wonderful, the talented, the beautiful, Natalie Moon!"
I stride out on stage as the crowd cheers, feeling like the queen of the world.
After doing this every night for over a month, I can totally understand where Harry's narcissistic side comes from. People screaming your name and cheering for you whenever you walk is an amazing feeling.
Harry gives me a hug and a kiss on the cheek when I reach him, just as he has every night, and I go straight to my mic stand, fiddling with my earpiece slightly.
"How're we doing Manchester?" I ask loudly into my mic, smiling widely as the audience screams.
Harry started encouraging me to actually talk to the audience after a few shows, and while I've never said much, it does feel good to have that interaction with people.
Harry moves his mic stand until he's right next to me, and smirks at me, signalling for the music to stand with a tiny hand gesture.
That's been fascinating to watch as well.
I had to be taught all the hand signals, just in case I needed to communicate with the sound team, and suddenly I've picked up on Harry's cues so much more than I ever did on his first tour. The way he signs to the crew to turn his mic up or change the volume of instruments in his ear is so smooth and effortless, and it's strangely attractive to watch.
I can hear Ny-Oh thrashing out the intro on the synth, and I smile at Harry as I dance back and forth slightly, waiting for him to start singing.
"You were workin' as a waitress in a cocktail bar, when I met you." Harry gazes at me as he starts singing, leaning on his mic stand lazily.
He looks incredible tonight in his white trousers and sparkly turquoise shirt, and the way he's looking at me right now should have a warning label on it.
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