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Backstage (One Direction)
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Ongoing, First published Apr 02, 2012
I glanced up from my iPhone to see a girl with straight black hair throwing herself on Harry Styles. He stumbled back as a security guard grabbed her and pulled her away from him. She started screaming and throwing her arms about.

'Harry, my love! NO! Don't let them take me away! Were destined for each other!' she burst out crying as Harry just stood there with a bewildered expression. I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped my mouth as the girl went past me. Harry's eyes landed on me and I just chuckled at the look on his face. He smirked at me and I looked away blushing. Why do I always blush?! I glanced up at Harry Styles again to see he was still looking at me with those piercing green eyes.

A smile made its way onto my face without me realising, as he carried on looking at me; his fans started shoving things at him, but he never looked away. From the corner of my eye I could see the rest of the boys coming out, and the girls started squealing and shouting even louder!  

Harry only broke eye contact with me as Liam Payne patted him on the back and said something to him. I looked around me flustered. I'd forgotten about the other people in the alley way. I searched the crowd for India and found her at the front getting a picture with Niall and Louis.  

I smiled to myself, as I remembered those green eyes.
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