Any Other Way // h.s

VMA's

"You ready boys?" asks Lou Teasdale as she pats my shoulder. I shrug a little. I'm not sure what to feel tonight. Nervousness. Joy. What exactly am I feeling? Mixed emotions.

I'm seeing her again tonight.

Hopefully, I'll talk to her. That was why I invited her to go to the VMA's anyways.

Fuck. I look down to my feet, kicking at the floor until I hear a loud voice. I look up. It's our manager giving us some last minute talk until we make our way to the VMA's.

Once we get into the awards show, all of us get arranged in our seats as the camera crew begins to test all the cameras and lights one last time. It's still surreal to me that this is possible.

I take my phone out of my pocket, glancing at the time and making a mental note of it.

I then stand up from my seat, looking around like a lunatic until I spotted her.

Kathryn's POV

I try to arrange myself into my seat. It was the row before all of the artists and bands were seated in but there was this huge gap that separated us. Around me were a few other content creators.

"That dress looks gorgeous on you, Kathryn!" says Lauren, a fellow YouTuber as she stands up to look at me. I smile at her, complimenting her as well.

I bought this dress just a few days ago. I took it off a rack towards the front of the store and bought it since I totally forgot I was going to this awards show until Kylie had to remind me. It's a floral high-neck red dress that stops perfectly above my knees. I paired it with some black heels and a small brown clutch I randomly picked from my closet. I kept my hair in a half-up half-down hairstyle with some soft curls to finish.

I stand up now, trying to find Kylie.

There's an extra seat next to me because Mandy, who is also another YouTuber, sat in the incorrect seat and actually had to be seated in the row behind us. I know you're not suppose to but Kylie's my best friend. You gotta do what you gotta do.

I finally spot Kylie wearing this white jumpsuit and these black strap heels, then a perfect cream clutch to match. I wave my hand over to her as she makes her way over to me, smiling widely.

I try to rush myself since I know that security is pretty strict here. When she finally gets over to us, one security guard, fair skinned, dark hair and very built, with veins almost popping out of his arms. He asks her where her seat ticket is.

"Um.. Well, this seat is open since someone switched out-" I start, a bit scared about what he'll do.

"I'm sorry, she needs to go back to her original seat. It's the policy here and I'm not suppose to-" Then someone unexpectedly cuts him off.

"Is everything alright over here?" asks Harry, cutting off the security guard. My eyes widen at him but he doesn't look back at me. He's wearing a black suit, the white button-up is unbuttoned a few buttons so you could see a bit of his butterfly tattoo.

"Y-yes, sir. Do you know these girls?" He asks and I glance over to the security's name tag and it says Jim in bold letters.

"They're good- great friends of mine." Harry smiles at me and leaves his hand on my shoulder. His eyes were as green as I remembered. I begin to shake slightly.

"Oh, I understand but she needs to go back to-"

"No one needs to go back. It's a personal request from me. Please don't make her leave." He glances to Kylie then to Jim, giving him a warm smile. He plays with the ring in on his finger.