One Direction's Baby Sister (Edited)

Chapter 25

Lena's POV

I'd sat in this damn chair too long. Mille was doing her best to go quickly, but it turned out preparing someone for a concert was much more difficult than preparing them for an interview that lasted thirty minutes.

Especially when the poor woman had only been notified of the changes two hours ago.

"Alright. So, for the first eight songs you'll be wearing this," Mille said, holding out a pair of jeans and a shirt with the British flag on it. "Then we'll have a wardrobe/makeup change. Okay? Okay." She finished, and I thought of The Fault In Our Stars. Kathryn had forced me to read it, and after the first chapter I was hooked. It made me cry, though I imagined everyone cried reading that book.

"Okay, sweetheart. Sound good?" she asked.

I nodded. I didn't feel like saying anything. I was stressed. I was angry. I was hurt. So much for Harry liking me.

"Lena, darling, is there something you want to talk about? Liam, maybe?" Mille asked. She had a motherly instinct, I'd give her that.

"Not really." I said shortly.

She took my hand and squeezed it. "You can tell me anything." she promised.

I sighed. "Harry is an asshole." I said. That was probably the easiest thing to talk about right now.

She chuckled. "A lot of people think otherwise." She said.

"It's just...last night we ended up alone. Well, I guess it was two nights ago now. Before Liam got shot. Anyways, we got into a fight. And then he kissed me. But then everything happened with Liam. And then earlier, before we left to come here, he told me kissing me was a bad idea and he shouldn't have done it! Why? What is so bad about me?" I hadn't meant to rant, but once I started I couldn't stop.

"Do you think maybe Harry was only saying what he thought you wanted him to?" Mille asked.

"Why would I want him to say that?" I demanded. That literally made no sense! Why on earth would Harry think I wanted him to be sorry he kissed me? I wanted him to like me! I wanted him to kiss me again and stop being such a jerk!

She shrugged. "Men are horrible creatures, honey." She said.

I smiled, despite everything. She was right. "I guess I'll try and talk to him again later. I didn't really let him explain." I said. God. Maybe I should have. It wasn't exactly fair not to let him finish what he had to say earlier. I just couldn't take it anymore.

She smiled at me. "Good idea." She said. She glanced at the clock on the far wall. "Alright, darling. It's time." She said.

I took a deep breath. The butterflies were leaping around my stomach all day, but now they seemed to be everywhere. Making my legs shake and my throat feel tight. How was I supposed to go out there and sing to all these screaming girls? A lot of them probably hated me, like the ones on Twitter.

Mille hugged me. "You'll do great, baby girl. See you in eight songs." She said. I was grateful for her support during all this. And she always made me look so pretty.

The security guard arrived, and I followed him towards the stage.

"Okay, so here's how it goes." Louis said as he appeared at my side. "We're going to be separate. The first song is Best Song Ever-"

"I was at rehearsal Louis." I interrupted him.

"Right. Sorry. I've never done this without Liam." He said. "It's strange."

"Well for tonight," Zayn said as people handed us microphones and started rushing us toward the stage. "Lena is Liam."

Just then a producer took me by the hand and led me to the steps that took me to the stage. The music was already starting. The spotlights were on, and suddenly I was about twelve steps away from Harry. The lights were spinning, girls were screaming wildly, and suddenly the spotlight was directly on the two of us. He started to sing, and I tried to ignore the fact that I was utterly terrified. I was going to go into autopilot. I could do this. I could.