"Now we see everything that's going wrong with the world and those who lead it, we just feel like we don't have the means to rise above and beat it"
I checked my phone, it was 9:17am, I'd been asleep for about six hours.
I trudged to the door, tripping over last night's shoes as I cursed myself for not putting them away.
"Who is it?" I called out, wincing as my own voice aggravated the pounding headache that was now forming.
"Preston Mahon." the mystery person called through the door.
'Who the fuck?'
It took a moment for my groggy brain to comprehend who that was,
'Harry's security guard.' it finally registered, causing me to immediately wake up as I rushed to answer the door. Preston's eyes widened slightly when I opened the door; upon seeing me in my dad's old Nirvana t-shirt snd striped pj shorts with my hair all over the place.
"Ah, sorry if I woke you. I know this isn't really appropriate but I wanted to come and thank you for helping H last night," Sadness forming in his eyes as he spoke about the troubled boy.
"you said you were a fan and I don't know if you know this but they have a show at the O2 tonight.."
'I know.' I thought to myself as I watched him pull an envelope out of his back pocket.
"So I thought I'd come and bring you a few tickets to the show. You can come backstage and everything!" he said, holding the envelope out and smiling at me. I eyed the it warily before taking it from his hand.
"You know I meant it when I said I wasn't going to tell anyone about what happened.." He sighed at my statement, confirming to me that the thought that this has been a bribe was true.
"It's not just that," he said, as he leaned against the doorframe "I really do appreciate that you took care of him, you didn't have to do that. Most people wouldn't have."
"It's in my nature I suppose.." I said as I placed the envelope on the side table next to the door. He chuckled slightly and smiled.
"Well either way, it was a good thing to do and he's very grateful. I hope you can make it tonight, my number is on a piece of paper in there. Give me a ring when you get into the arena."
"Alright. Thank you." I said, excitement building in me slightly as I realized I would be seeing my favourite band again.
"No, thank you. I'll see you tonight." He nodded his head and smiled before turning and heading back to his car. He gave me a small wave, climbed in and drove off. I closed the door and leant against it. How surreal was this? I grabbed the envelope and padded back across the apartment and hopped back into bed. I tore open the envelope and emptied the contents onto my bed. Jesus, front row tickets. Amazing what they can do when they want someone to keep their mouth shut. I picked up the backstage passes and looked at them. 'VIP' they read. I picked everything up and chucked them into my bag, leaning over to read Preston's number and put it in my phone. Did I even want to go? I lay back on my pillow, the images of Harry running through my head again. Reliving seeing him so broken on the bathroom floor made me start to sob again. I needed to see him. I couldn't have that picture in my head anymore. I needed to see the Harry I'd fallen in love with as a teenager. I decided to message my friends back home and let them know what was going on. Leaving out the details of the night before, and instead telling them I'd run into Preston at a restaurant. They were so excited, texting back and forth about what I should wear and what I would say to him. The hangover I'd received from the night before was starting to kick in, I needed to go back to sleep if I had any chance of staying calm tonight. I told my friends I was going out and switched my phone to airplane mode. Curling up in the warm sheets and drifting back to sleep in minutes.
It was 2pm when I woke up, the headache I'd had earlier was gone and I was refreshed. I sat up and stretched my limbs out before I crawled out of bed and into a nice hot shower. I washed my hair and shaved my legs, letting the water wash away the night before. I got dressed, not bothering to dry my hair as I chucked on some clothes, grabbed my bag and headed out to get some food.
I walked a few blocks down to the grocery store and bought the necessities I'd need for the next week or so to live off. I stopped by the cafe a bit further down and bought a coffee, trying to chew up time until it would be time to leave. I decided to cut through a park on the way home, as I walked past the playground I noticed a girl and her mum walking with their dog. The girl couldn't have been more than 8 years old, and she was wearing a one direction tshirt. I thought back to the tickets sitting in my bag.. I wasn't going to use all three so I decided this could be my good deed for the day.
"Excuse me," I called, catching up to the girl and her mum "I couldn't help but notice you like one direction! Are you going to the show tonight?"
The girl looked at me and shook her head slightly, looking up at her mum with sad eyes.
"Ah, no, we couldn't afford it." her mum said, unable to meet the eyes of her daughter who had turned away with her arms crossed.
"Well," I said, kneeling in front of the little girl "what would you do if I said I had some free tickets for you, and that they were in the front row?" Her head snapped around to me, her eyes wide and a smile spreading across her face.
"REALLY?" She cried, watching me as I pulled two of the tickets from my bag and handed them to her.
"Thank you! Thank you!" she screamed, turning and showing them to her mum.
"Thank you so much! You've made her day! But, why?" Her mum said cautiously.
"No reason, I had spares and thought they should go to a good home." I smiled, as the little girl hugged her mum.
"Thank you." Her mum mouthed to me, tears welling in her eyes as she hugged her ecstatic daughter.
"Not a problem. Have a good day you guys!" I cooed as I left the park.
"THANK YOU!" the little girl called again, I turned and waved to her as I headed back to my apartment.
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Drunk; A Harry Styles Fan FictionFanfiction
"Who are you?" "I'm Izi." "Why are you here?" "Because. Do you need help?" "I don't need anyone's fucking help." ~~ WARNING: Strong language, sex, drug use. NSFW, MA15+