You wave and smile back noticingg some of the fans in the front row noticed Harry waving at you.
"Oh no.", you think to yourself knowing what some of the immature fans do to the girls Harry hangs out with, "This was a bad idea, I don't think I could take getting death threats, or people saying horrendous things about me over the Internet for anyone and everyone to agree." As you sit there and watch the boys perform though you can't stop staring at Harry, even though there's four other people on stage, and when he moves out of your view you move around a little until you can see him again. "This wasn't a bad idea, this is my dream, for Harry Styles to notice me, to actually know him personally." You decide. "Let the hate and threats come." The rest of the concert seems like it's over in ten minutes.
A few minutes later, the same security guard who brought you in came to get you. "You can go back to dressing rooms now, Harry's is the 2nd door, down the first hall, to the left. I think they're all sitting in the resting room though it's the first room past those curtains over there." He says. "Oh", you smile at him, "alright, thank you." Walking past the curtains on your way to the room your stomach does that thing again where it twists and turns and you feel like you're going to get sick. "No, please don't get sick now." You think to yourself while you put one hand over your stomach, only to take it off one second after when you hear: "Hey, you made it!"
That voice, that smile, those curls.. all walking toward you.
"Yeah, I -" Before you could finish he wraps his arm around you, and your face is smashed up against his chest.
"I'm so glad you came Kennedy, I didn't see you at first when I walked out and I was about to get disappointed, then I saw you and.. I don't know I just started smiling like and idiot. There's this thing about you that makes me giddy when I see you, or even when I get a text from you. I know it's weird since we don't actually know each other.."
*5 months later
The Up All Night tour was finished, Zayn, Louis, Niall, Liam, and your boyfriend Harry were going to be home, to London, in less than 4 hours. Harry thought you were going to be flying there a few hours after them and he was going to meet you in the airport parking lot. In reality you were already in London, you flew in last night and you're going to meet Harry at the airport to surprise him.
After you take a shower you see that it's started to rain outside so you just put your hair in a side fish tail braid, knowing it would just frizz and poof out if you tried to do something with it. After dressing in a "I Love Harry Styles" hoodie, leggings, and dark gray Uggs you see that you're late. "I'm always late!" You say out loud to yourself. If you're going to make it on time you have to be at the airport in less than 30 minutes. "Who knows how I'm going to get in there now with all the Directioners there.." You think. You have an idea though so you text Zayn and tell him not to let Harry get into just any cab, you were going to wait in a cab outside and then when Harry gets in it you would pop up and surprise him.
You had been waiting in the cab forever when you finally get a text from Zayn.
From: DJ Malik! ; Which cab are you in? We're about to come out.
Yes! Finally! I'm in the one behind the black car, I think it's two cars down from the entrance maybe. You say to him.
Then you see him, and you realize how much you've missed him the past two months that you haven't seen him at all. You can't contain your excitement anymore and jump out of the cab before he even got to it. Running and jumping in his arms, with tears streaming down your face you manage to get out a "I missed you so much!" After about thirty, forty-five seconds he puts you down and you see it, the cheeky grin, the dimples, the curls, then more tears start flowing down your face and you bury your face into his chest. Reminding you of the first time he ever hugged you.
"What are you doing here babe!? You weren't supposed to be here until tomorrow, but I'm glad you're here now. I've missed you so much!" You see tears forming in his eyes, not helping to make yours go away.
"How long are you here for?" He asks.
"Until you get sick of me and want me to go home." You say winking at him.
"I guess you're staying here for a while then." He says grinning. "Ahh", he sighs, "we're going to have so much fun."