Turned Around {H.S}

"Hello, you!" Harry points out at the crowd in our direction.

I look around for who he's pointing at before realizing it's me. I look up and point at myself and mouth the words 'me?' mainly asking myself but he answers.

"Yes, you. How are you enjoying the concert?" He asks coming closer to where Stacy and I are standing.

I glance at Stacy for a second and then back at him. I mumble something but it gets lost in the crowds yelling.

"What's that? I couldn't hear you. You don't really look like you want to be here tonight. Is that true?"

I shake my head but I know I am lying.