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“Come on! You have to! Please!” I drew out the last syllable and waited.
“No, I’m not going with you. They aren’t even any good!” my friend, Cammy, replied.
“But I don’t want to go alone, why can’t you just do this for me?”
“They aren’t any good Shawne. I can’t sit through hours of that. No way.”
“Fine,” we were standing at the bus stop after our last class of the day and I couldn’t help but to wonder why when she needed something from me, I was expected to drop everything and help her but when I needed something, it was like it was such a chore.
“I’m sorry, Shawne. Maybe you should ask Jenna or Kate?” the bus was already ten minutes late and I didn’t want to have to stand here talking to her any longer than I had to.
“No, it’s cool. I probably won’t even go,” as soon as I said it, I regretted it. I didn’t want to guilt trip her into coming with me, I wanted to come on her own accord. At the look she gave me, I held my hands up. “No, don’t. It’s okay. It’s not like I paid for the tickets, so I’m not losing anything.”
“I know that they’re your favorite, I’m sorry, tell me if you ever win tickets to Hunter Hayes or Justin Timberlake, I’ll for sure go with you to those!” just as she finished my bus pulled up and I happily got on and swiped my pass, knowing that Cammy wouldn’t be on this bus. I took the first empty seat and sat down, using the other empty seat for my backpack and putting my headphones in my ears. The concert was tonight and I needed to refresh my memory of all of their songs. Immediately, the sound of One Direction’s voices filled my ears and I was left to the lyrics of Little Things and the thoughts that haunted me on a regular basis. I had been waiting patiently for my chance at seeing the boys live and today was finally my chance. No, I wasn’t the biggest fan in the world, and no, I didn’t know every word to every song ever sung by the boys, but I was a fan and a poor university student at that. I knew that I would never be able to afford good tickets, or Meet and Greet tickets, so I often just ignored when I heard that they were going to be near me. But, when I was listening to the radio on my way to work and heard that they were giving away VIP Backstage passes and AMAZING seats, I had to call in. The question was simple, I mean…who doesn’t know that Harry leans to the right because his right leg is shorter than his left.
The tickets were easy for me to win and I felt slightly selfish for wanting them so badly when there were super fans who couldn’t afford them and may never get the chance to see them. Yes, I felt bad for that, but I had to be selfish, I had to see this concert and I really wanted to meet them. I wanted to know what they were really like. Maybe I should have obsessed over all of the boys more and I would have understood them better and maybe then I wouldn’t have had to win so badly. But then again, if I had obsessed over them, I would have craved this even more, I think. Get it together, Shawne. I had to calm down and just relax and think about what I was going to wear tonight, how I was going to do my hair and what exactly I was going to say to these boys that were obviously way out of my league and super intimidating.
The bus was getting closer to my stop and I hit the button, signalling that I wanted off. I slipped my backpack over my shoulders and sighed to myself. Breathe, Shawne, you’ll be fine. Just get off the bus and walk to the house. Don’t talk to anybody, don’t even look at anyone. The bus stopped suddenly and lurched my body forward, I couldn’t help the yawn that broke out across my face as I made my way to the back exit of the bus and out onto the sidewalk. The walk to my house wasn’t far and I knew that it would only take me a few minutes, but it was during those few minutes that I tended to have the most problems. Things had happened to me once upon a time, but I couldn’t focus on that now. I kept my head up, not making eye contact with anyone as I made my way towards the house that I lived in. I was renting a suite in a family home and it was very close to my bus stop. The walk took me, at most, five minutes and I was quickly unlocking the door to my suite.
I knew that as soon as I got in the door there would be a short list of things that I would have to complete in order to be able to continue my day. OCD was a wonderful friend. Alright, list. 1. Shower. 2. Hair. 3. Make-up. 4. Clothes. 5. Shoes. 6. Final check. 7. Go.
Why is getting ready so much work? My shower felt great, hot water cascading over my body and my pomegranate body wash filling my senses. My legs, freshly shaved, were smooth and freshly moisturized. I stood with a towel wrapped around my curvy body, held up my larger than I felt necessary breasts, and a smaller towel wrapped around my hair that, when dry, reached the top of my butt cheeks. The mirror was fogged up and I swiped at it with my hand. I mean, I wasn’t bad looking, pretty plain and boring. I had a simple face, pale pink lips, big brown eyes and long eye lashes. I didn’t have freckles to cover my nose and I kept my eyebrows neat and tidy, and my entire body smooth, soft and silky. I worked out, not enough to put on a lot of bulk, but enough to keep my body in shape but slightly soft. I liked having a little bit of softness to my hips and tummy. I liked my body, which I guess is weird because not many girls in their 20s like their bodies.
I started by scrubbing my face, something I refused to do in the shower, and then I rinsed that off and started brushing my teeth. Moisturizer and acne treatments were next. Trying to kill off a few little pimples. I had fairly normal skin. It wasn’t oily or dry, it was just normal. I looked at myself in the mirror and checked my face, making sure that everything looked okay before I started to do my hair and actually started doing my make-up. I bent over at my waist and took the towel out of my hair, quickly towel drying it before I put in some product and started to blow dry it. I wanted volume and a loose wave, something simple and easy. I dried my hair and used my straightener to add some extra waves before I tied it up loosely to keep it out of my face. Now, should I go bold and dramatic or simple and understated? I looked at my make-up bag and couldn’t decide. I started off with my foundation and concealer, covering up blemishes and then evening out my skin-tone. My make-up never took me long, but today I wanted it to be perfect. I did a quick smokey eye, but using a light gold and a deep purple to set off my brown eyes. I knew that the gold would bring out the gold flecks in my eyes and the purple would brighten up the darkness. I did a winged eyeliner and a few coats of mascara, giving the look of false lashes without all that horrid work. I finished off the look with some blush across my cheekbones and a pink gloss, just slightly darker than the color of my lips. I let my hair down and smiled at the look that I had achieved already. I. Looked. Hot.
The smile that lit up my face at that point was one that hadn’t been there in a long time, but I just couldn’t help it. It was there on its own accord. I hung up both of my towels and walked over to my closet where I stared at all of my clothing. What to wear…? I grabbed a pair of black leggings with a faint leopard print on them and then stared at all of my shirts. It was going to be hot in there, and it was going to be hot waiting in line. Hm…I reached for a dark blue Rolling Stones tank top, holding it up to my body and smiling before laying it with my leggings. I grabbed a black lace thong and a matching bra and quickly put them on, followed by the leggings and finally the tank top. Deodorant, perfume and finally black flats and I was ready to go. I checked my hair and make-up one more time, did a turn in my full length mirror before nodding at myself and taking a quick selfie. I looked hot, I wanted the world to know it damnit! The laughter that filled my body was welcome as I grabbed my a small crossbody purse, making sure that I had my I.D., some cash, and my debit card. I had enough money to buy some merch, and I was going to take advantage of that. Personally, I wasn’t looking forward to doing all of this alone, but I had to suck it up and just do it. I grabbed my car keys and left my suite, locking the door behind me.
The drive to the concert was filled with as many One Direction songs as I had on my iPod but I knew that that wouldn’t be enough. I knew that I wouldn’t know all of their songs but I was okay with that. When I pulled into the parking lot I sighed. Fuck. There just had to be eight billion people going to this concert, and of course there were no good parking spots. That was until I noticed that they had a VIP parking area. Giggling to myself, I pulled into the area and showed the guards my pass when asked.
“Miss, you can go through that gate there and then the next gentleman will show you where he wants you to park. Enjoy the show,” he had a grin on his face which was nice to see.
I pulled through the gate and was quickly directed to a parking space very close to an entrance. Excitement. That means I don’t have to walk very far. YAY! I was getting more excited with every step I took towards the building and once I was inside I was shaking. I had to show my passes a few times and finally gave my ticket over to get it scanned. I got it back and made my way through the building. I wasn’t sure where I was supposed to go, I made my way over to someone wearing a uniform and had to ask.
“Hi, sorry to bug you, I’m not sure where I’m supposed to go. I think I’m supposed to go meet the boys, but like I said. I don’t know,” I told her nervously. “Would you happen to know where I go? Could you show me?”
“I just need to see your ticket and passes, darling, and I can show you,” she was a polite older lady and showed her my passes and ticket while still holding onto them firmly. “Perfect, I’ll take you as far as I can go, and then we’ll have the security take you the rest of the way, come with me.” She led me down a corridor until we were stopped by a very tall and wide man who was obviously extremely muscular. “This young lady here has passes to see the boys, she got lost so I showed her the way.”
As she turned to leave, I stopped her, “Thank you so much for your help, I never would’ve made it back here. So thank you.” I got a smile from her and then I turned to the man and showed him my passes. Holy crap, everybody and their damn dog had to see these things. I guess it made sense, everybody wanted to be with those boys.
“Shawne, right?” I nodded. “Just follow me, I’ll take you right to the boys. Be warned…they may still be in the midst of getting dressed or just waking up, so take everything they say and do with a grain of salt.”
I couldn’t help the laugh that poured out of me as I nodded and followed the man down the hallway to the dressing room that was very obviously the boys’ dressing room. There were people spilling out into the hallway and many people making their way in. I happened to notice Lux running around and then I spotted him. Curly hair going crazy, not yet tamed, green eyes bright with excitement and happiness, and those dimples set deep into his cheeks. He was running after Lux, trying to corral the young girl into the room where she wouldn’t be able to get into as much trouble. He was wearing his signature black skinny jeans and a white t-shirt adorned his chest, but it wasn’t on properly yet, still halfway up his chest.
I was escorted into the room and nobody seemed to notice. I told you I was plain and ordinary. Everyone continued about doing what they were doing until the security guy beside me cleared his throat.
“Shut up! Okay, this is Shawne, she’s got VIP, backstage, and Meet and Greet. Do not scare her away, be nice. She seems nice,” he told them all and I blushed. I looked at the floor until I saw a pair of dirty white Vans skate shoes interrupted my view of the grey floor.
“Hi, love, I’m Louis!” he said to me, very excited and I looked up to him and smiled.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Shawne.”
“Isn’t that a boy’s name?” he asked and I laughed.
“Well, usually, but didn’t you know that when you add an ‘e’ to the end of a word, it makes it feminine?” I asked, jokingly. He seemed to stop and look at me and then smiled and shrugged.
“Where’s your friends at? Normally people come with their friends.”
“Oi! You can’t just ask a girl that, arse,” a very clear Irish accent joined the fray and I laughed harder.
“I invited them, but none wanted to come. They suck anyway.”
“Sounds like it,” I received a wink from the man in front of me. “Come, I’ll introduce you to the rest of the lads.”
He took me around the room and I received a hug from Liam and Niall, I got a very tired wave and smile from Zayn and I got a smirk and wink from Harry. Soon the room erupted with more noise as Lou attempted to run around and fix all the boys’ hair. I watched and laughed as Harry attempted to bat her hands away at first before settling down and letting her fix his hair into that perfect look. When he walked away from the chair, he shook his hair down into his face and swept it up himself then winked at me again.
“So, love, what made you decide to come and hang out with us without any friends for back up?” Harry was sitting right next to me. Keep calm, Shawne, he’s just a regular guy. Do not freak out.
“Well, I won the tickets and I was really excited because I’ve only ever been to a couple of concerts and…well, I enjoy your music. And then, I asked all of my friends, which…really isn’t that many people, and either they didn’t want to come or they couldn’t. I refused to give up this opportunity so I came alone. I definitely don’t regret it,” I took a deep breath and felt my face heat up. “Oh my god, I’m sorry.”
“No, no, I asked. Well, it’s lovely of you to join us,” he smiled and squeezed my arm gently. “You should go find your seat, we have to get ready to go on. You don’t wanna miss 5SOS do you?”
“No, I definitely do not, have you seen them? Those are some attractive boys! And those accents. Man,” I sighed and fanned myself playfully.
“Oh! I see how it is!” his laugh filled my ears and I smiled. I made that happen. I made that laugh come out. Ugh I’m a genius!
“I mean, how could you miss that? They should be the main act!” I was laughing and obviously joking.
“Ouch! I’m wounded,” Harry was laughing with me, and it drew the attention of the other boys.
“What’s going on over here?” the blonde made his way over and flopped on the couch beside me, placing his feet up onto the table in front of him.
“She was just explaining that she thinks that the Emo’s should be the main act,” his laughter was still full and loud while he explained it to the group who sent a holler of ‘Boo’s my way. All of us were laughing and I stood from the couch. I should be in my seat already, Lou was fixing everyone’s hair last minute and Zayn was slipping into a different pair of shoes.
“I should go get to my seat, before the band I actually came to see gets on stage,” I smiled and then started getting nervous. What if those girls are catty and try to attack me or what if they knew I was back here? What would I do? There’s nothing that I really could do, other than suck it up and wait until the concert was done, when I’d get to see the boys up close again. When I moved my gaze from where it had rested on the floor up to see deep green eyes watching me.
He got up from his spot and moved over to me, “If anyone, and I mean anyone, hurts you, or you scared or anything, put both hands up with your digits equally 5, and security will come and rescue you. Please, don’t be scared.”
I looked up at him and I was shocked at the look in his eyes. He looked so concerned as I felt the corners of my lips quirk up in a smile.
“I’m golden, thanks.”
“Haz! Let’s go!” he was being called and gave me a smirk before leaving the room with the rest of the boys. The security guard that I had come in with lead me out of the room and down the hallway to where I could take my seat. As I made my way over, I got a few looks from obviously jealous girls. I looked back at the security guard who had a look of concern on his face and I gave him a smile in return, letting him know that I was okay. The seat to be mine was surrounded by thousands like it and I took my seat while the rest of the audience slowly filed in to their seats. I knew that the boys would be on the stage soon enough, first would come 5 SOS and then the boys who were now men, I guess.
“OH MY GOD! DID YOU MEET THE BOYS?” I heard screeched from so many different places but I just kept my face towards the stage, waiting for the lights to dim and the first group of boys to take the stage. The screams were loud and the girls around were freaking out in general. It was ridiculous really, I mean…I get it, it’s One Direction, but breathe ladies.
The house lights faded and from my close proximity, I could just make out 4 boys making their way on stage, taking their spaces as they began their first song. The girls around me were losing their minds, screaming and crying over the young men on the stage. Albeit, being the middle of the Canadian prairies, we didn’t get celebrities very often, so it was something to freak out over. But these guys were just that, guys. They lived, breathed, and thought just like normal guys, but they had the wonderful pleasure of travelling the world doing what they love.
Knowing that I would be on my feet for One Direction’s entire set, I stayed sitting throughout 5SOS’s set. This caused many girls to give me dirty looks, but seriously, this was a long ass concert and I knew that I’d want to be standing throughout the entire set of those handsome, handsome men. I was cheering like the rest of the girls, giggling at their antics and screaming when shirts rose up or pants started to slip. So sue me, I’m an adult female, I have needs, I know a hot male specimen when I see one. I laughed quietly to myself at my own thoughts and cheered for the young Australians as they finished their set and started to make their way off stage.
As soon as they were off stage, I was on my feet, screaming just like the rest of the girls. I could pretend and say that I was insanely normal and just stood there and listened to the music and sang along, but no. That’s not what happened. I lost it, and I screamed, and I danced, and I sang, but I did not cry. The boys were up to their usual antics: dancing like fools, sacking each other, making the girls wet their pants. You know, the normal boy band stuff. Every once in a while I would look up and see Harry’s green eyes on me, getting a wink from him and then I would continue to dance and be an idiot. At one point, the whole crowd could hear him laughing through his microphone, more than likely at the fool I was making of myself.
Halfway through their set, the girls around me caught Harry sending me a wink and started screaming. They noticed my VIP and Backstage passes and started tugging at me, trying to get my passes off of my neck. I could handle it, I thought. That was until they started pulling my hair. I quickly looked up, seeing Harry and catching his eye. I threw both hands in the air and held up 4 fingers on my right hand and one finger on my left, pleading with my eyes for him to get me out of there. It was too much, these girls were too much. Quickly, the security guard who had showed me to my seat came and grabbed my arm.
“Come on, sweetheart, we’ll get you somewhere safe,” he said over the music, I followed him out of the crowd and to a door that lead to the hallway. He continued pulling me down the hallway until he finally lead me backstage and up close to the stage so I could finish watching the concert. “We don’t want you to miss anything, plus it was Harry’s orders.”
I laughed quietly and thanked him, there happened to be a chair sitting there so I quickly sat down and continued dancing in my seat and singing along to all the songs I knew. I watched as the guys bugged each other, tackles, bum grabs, all that fun stuff and laughed at all their antics. I watched as one-by-one the boys looked over and smiled at me until finally it was just green eyes left to look at me. The jade irises twinkled as he smiled at me and he continued to sing while he pointed beside me where a couple of bananas and bottles of water sat. First, I picked up a bottle of water and held it up but he shook his head, so I grabbed a banana and started to peel it, holding it out as he jogged over and took a big bite out of it while I was still holding it. I giggled at him and raised my eyebrow.
“Really?” I asked and received a simple nod in response. “Alright then.”
He quickly left my side to go and sing and dance around some more. The next song was Little Things and I smiled to myself as I sang along, my voice obviously not as good as the boys’ were, but I could hold my own. I must have held my note just a little bit longer than the boys as Zayn took a quick glance over at me. My cheeks heated as a flush came over my entire face. I got a thumbs up from him before they continued on with their set. As they continued though, I made sure to keep my voice low when I sang along. I looked up again to see green eyes locked on mine and he smiled. What is with him? I bashfully looked away and giggled to myself. Of course I fancied him, he’s so handsome. Have you seen him? Those curls. Those eyes. And oh my god, those dimples. When I looked up, he was still looking at me and I blushed a bright red.
“Pull your pants up,” I mouthed to him. The confused look I got back made me smile as I pointed at his pants and then pointed up. I saw Louis and Liam coming closer to him and I laughed quietly, watching as he quickly pulled his pants up higher. Liam and Louis both shot me a look as he did so and I laughed louder. The shakes of their heads and the smirk on Harry’s face at their foiled plan was totally worth it and I shrugged my shoulders. The concert continued through until the end and then four encores – FOUR – as I sat on the sideline and smiled and watched, totally infatuated and happy. The happiest I had ever been was at this moment.
After the last song, the boys all ran off the stage towards me, grabbing bottles of water from beside me as they did so. A chorus of, “Did you like it? Were we good? How’d we do?” echoed around me.
“You guys were amazing, it was great. I’m still wondering if this is a dream actually,” I smiled my response as all the guys’ faces lighted up.
“You’re okay, right? The girls didn’t hurt you or anything?” a concerned voice, belonging to a certain green eyed Adonis.
“I’m fine,” I smiled and shrugged, just happy to be there with them. His eyes raked over my body slowly and I felt the heat creep up from my toes, all the way to the top of my head.
“You…you have scratches,” he pointed to my arms and I looked down, just now seeing the bright red marks covering my arms, some of them even bleeding. “Come on, let’s go get those cleaned up.”
His hand rested on my lower back as he lead me through the backstage area to the dressing room. When he removed his hand from my back, my body felt cold, and lifeless. Like a piece of me was missing. Ugh, weird. Body, why you gotta play me like that? Harry pointed to the bathroom and I nodded, making my way into the fairly large area.
“Sit up there, love,” he pointed to the counter around the sink. And while I did that, he grabbed a first aid kit, pulling out cleaning wipes and a couple of band-aids. Sitting there while he took care of all the scratches allowed me to view his face closely, the way that his hair was getting too long and shaggy, the way that his tongue rested between his teeth while he concentrated, the way that his eyelashes were superbly long and rested down on his cheeks when he blinked, the way that his lips were pink and full.
“You need a haircut,” I whispered out, not realizing that I had said it aloud.
“Oh? Do I now?” he asked back playfully. The blush was furious as it crept across my cheeks.
“I said that out loud, didn’t I? But yes, you do. It’s getting too long to even be tied back by this scarf,” I grabbed a hairtie out of my small purse and quickly took the scarf out of his hair. I pushed all his hair to the back of his head and put it into a ponytail, all before he could resist.
“I…okay,” he laughed and then pushed my arms down gently to my sides so he could continue cleaning the scratches. “There, all better,” he said once he had finished.
“I don’t know, I don’t think they’re all better yet…”
“Oh? What’s missing?”
“Haven’t you heard that booboos need kisses to make them feel better?” I laughed quietly and grinned as his wonderful laugh joined mine.
“Ahhh so this was all just a ploy to get me to kiss you, hey?”
“Well, it definitely is a plus,” I winked and then pushed him gently by the shoulder. “I’m just joking. I’m likely to never see you again, don’t want to start something we can’t finish.” A giggle burst out from my lips as I hopped off of the counter and made my way around him.
“Harold?” Louis’ voice called out clearly from the main room.
“What?” that tall, green-eyed boy followed me out of the bathroom and I sat on the couch. From the sound of his voice, he seemed irritated and upset.
“What crawled up your arse?” the tell-tale Irish voice joined the fray.
“Nothing, I’m fine. What did you need Lou?” Harry took a seat on a chair quite a ways away from me and I felt lonely and saddened by it. Don’t let yourself think like that Shawne, he’s leaving tomorrow and you’ll go back to your university, boring ass life. You’re perfectly fine without him, always have been, always will be. I sighed quietly to myself, hoping none of the boys heard it but I smiled when Liam came and took a seat beside me.
I was watching Harry communicate with the other boys so I almost didn’t hear it when Liam asked, “So, did you enjoy yourself?”
“It was great, I had a lot of fun. Thanks,” I turned to look at him and smiled. I’m sure it looked fake but I just didn’t care.
“You alright, love?” his hand moved to rest on my arm. This was the first time that I had felt any pain of any sort from the scratches, when Harry had been cleaning them and touching them, they were fine, I honestly didn’t feel anything other than tingles from the feeling of his skin on mine. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Harry stiffen and shift in his seat. I wonder if he had seen Liam’s hand on me, or if it was something the guys were talking about. Fuck, Shawne, stop it!
“Yeah, sorry. I’m fine.”
“Now, everyone knows that when a girl says she’s fine, she never is. What’s up?”
“Just not ready for this all to be over, yanno? It’s surreal and amazing and I feel free and like a normal 21-year-old. I don’t feel like the boring university student, and I don’t want that to end but I know it has to,” at the last sentence I looked up to see Harry staring at me, having obviously heard what I had said.
“What are you studying?” Zayn’s voice came from my other side as he sat down beside me and slowly the rest of the boys, except for Harry came and gathered around.
“I’m getting my education degree. Gonna be an English teacher,” I smiled, proud of myself for it.
“You use words like ‘gonna’ and ‘yanno’ and you wanna be an English teacher?” Louis playfully scoffed at me.
“Oh, I’m sorry, sir. Am I not speaking properly enough to satisfy your intellectual needs?” I smirked and raised my eyebrow quickly.
“Okay, okay, I surrender,” he held his hands up in a surrendering motion and laughed.
“Good idea,” I couldn’t help the smile and wink that followed and he seemed to enjoy them as he laughed quietly.
“Hey! Do you use twitter?” Niall’s accent was hot and it was so distinguishable.
“Yeah, but not as much as I use Instagram. Well…not as much as I browse on Instagram. I don’t really post on either one, why?”
“I wanna follow you,” he replied.
“Well, I follow all of you on both, so if you can find me, you can follow me,” I smiled triumphantly and took my phone out of my purse which was already vibrating. Taking it out, I saw that Harry had found me first on both accounts and followed me. “How’d you find me so fast?” I directed the question to him. The shrug I received hurt a little bit, but I shrugged it off. “I should…probably get going now. I have class in the morning, and y’all have lives and stuff.”
“Wait, you didn’t get your pictures with us,” Niall was pouting at me and I laughed, honestly laughed. Like, from deep down in my gut.
“That’s alright, I know what happened. I know I was here, I don’t need the photos. Plus, you guys are all sweaty and gross, ew,” I continued to laugh.
Four loud laughs joined me, tears clouding my vision from laughing so hard. My stomach hurt, my breath was coming in gasps and the tears finally fell down my face. At this point, I needed to calm down, having asthma was hell and I knew that laughing much more like this would kill me. The only reason I was laughing so hard was the looks on all of their faces. I didn’t have my inhaler with me. Calm down, Shawne, you need to breathe. I let my laughter come to a stop and tried taking deep breaths, looking up at the ceiling and slowly getting my breathing under control.
“But really, I should head out, leave you guys be,” I made eye contact with Harry who just looked away. Alright. I quickly went around the room and gave hugs, leaving Harry for last. After thanking him for cleaning up my cuts and gave him a quick hug, I left the room and started making my way towards the exit.
“Wait!” I turned to see a mass of curly hair watching after me.
“Hm?” I asked as he ran up to me.
“Uh…Thanks for coming,” Harry said softly as he walked closer to me, it seemed awkward almost.
“Yeah, definitely my pleasure,” a smile spread across my face and got bigger when his smile matched mine.
“See you later,” his voice was quiet and I frowned a bit. I’m pretty sure I heard him mutter, “I hope.”
I waved as I made my way out of the building and towards my car, pausing to take a look around it first. I had to make sure that it was okay, that nothing had happened to it while I was inside. Once I was inside, I took a look in the visor mirror and cringed. Seriously? This is what I looked like? Gross. I turned the car on and adjusted the music, setting it to the right volume before I reversed out of my parking spot and made my way out of the parking lot. I could hear my phone in my purse going off a ridiculous amount but I ignored it as I made my way home, which took a while but I refused to text or use my phone and drive.
I pulled into my parking spot in the driveway after nearly an hour and yawned as I unlocked the doors and made my way into my suite. It had been a long day and I really just wanted to crawl into bed but I decided I should check my phone before I went too far. Holy Twitter notifications, Batman.
@Harry_Styles: So nice meeting you @Shawne_Baker! Such a fun Meet and Greet!
@Louis_Tomlinson: Best meet and greet ever! @Shawne_Baker you better come see us again!
@NiallOfficial: instagram.com/p/kfh6bdLha0 just cuz she didn’t want a photo. We stole one! @Shawne_Baker
Oh god… I had to tweet back
@Shawne_Baker: @NiallOfficial YOU DID NOT! Boys…Boys…Boys…
The photo wasn’t even a good one! I was laughing like a seal. Harry was looking up at me and laughing, his dimples were deep cut and he looked SO handsome. Louis was standing beside me, and Liam and Zayn were in the same area, all of us laughing and having fun. But I still looked like an idiot. But of course, they tweeted to me and the fanbase went wild, tweeting me about how I was so lucky and some love telling me I’m pretty and then there was the hate which I just ignored for the time being.
I set my phone down on the charger and went about getting ready for bed, pulling my hair up into a messy bun on the top of my head, washing my face, taking out my contacts. I changed out of the clothes I wore to the concert and put on a pair of short shorts and a loose fitting tank top before crawling under my covers, checking my phone one last time before I fell asleep. There was a notification telling me that I had a twitter direct message from Harry.
Harry: I hope you got home okay. x H
Me: I did, indeed. Thank you =]
I’m really glad that you could come tonight, even though you had to come alone. And I’m sorry you had to watch from the side of the stage instead of in front where you could see everything. Next time there’s a concert close to you, I’ll get you tickets and hopefully you’ll be able to watch the whole thing from the front. x H
No, don’t be sorry for that. It was great, I promise. Thank you for saving me from the psychos that you call fans. :P
Ha ha. So funny. We’re going on an adventure. x H
An adventure? This late? Welp, I’m off to bed, I’ve got class in the morning. Good night Harold, enjoy your adventure.
Goodnight! Sweet dreams. x H
I set my phone down and curled into a ball on my right side, just trying to get comfortable. I knew that it was going to be hard for me to fall asleep, I still had adrenaline running through my body from the concert and I, honestly, didn’t even want to fall asleep. I laid there daydreaming about the boys and had a smile on my face as I drifted to sleep.