Brendalyn's POV
I wake up the next morning when the back of my eyelids start to turn red from the sun. I open my eyes and look around to find that Robert is nowhere in sight.
"Great... Just great," I sigh to myself crawling out from underneath my covers.
I stumble to the restroom and wash the smell of alcohol out of my mouth before climbing up the stairs and following the sound of clanging dishes. I walk through the kitchen door and Robert is standing at the stove frying what smells like bacon.
"Oh. Good morning," he says when he turns around to get an egg.
"Morning," I reply.
"How did you sleep?" he asks.
"Umm fine I guess. You?"
"Fine," he answers before flipping a half-cooked omelet into the air.
There's a long silence as the egg lands back into the pan and starts to hiss.
"So, you can cook?" I blurt.
"Haha... Yeah," he confirms.
"Cool."
"So, about last night," he begins.
"I'm really sorry about that," I interrupt.
"Bren, you know I care about you right?"
I nod.
"So I don't want to rush into things."
"Where are you going with this?" I interject.
"We should wait. I want to take this relationship seriously."
"So we're in a relationship?"
"It's up to you."
"I don't know Robert... I'm still trying to adjust to everything here and school hasn't even started yet and I'm not even sure if you're my type."
"I can prove it to you," he says.
"How?"
"I don't know. You decide."
"Well, I'm going home this weekend to get the rest of my stuff. You can tag along," I reply.
"I guess I'll be accompanying you then," he smiles waving his spatula around.
We spend the rest of the morning eating and watching football (which surprisingly isn't that hard to follow). Time passes pretty quickly and it's half past one by the time I hear the door click open.
"Hey guys!" Emma says.
"Hey," we respond.
"So... Robert how was your morning?" Angela asks.
He glances over at me and I see a hint of a smile on his lips before he puts on his poker face.
"Very nice thank you."
"Hmm. On a scale of 1 to 10 how nice would you rate it?"
"Angela. Shut up," I snap.
"Fine," she grumbles. "I smell bacon. I'll be in the kitchen."
"So anyways... Bren I got your outfit," Emma announces.
"Outfit for what?"
"The concert. It's tomorrow afternoon," she explains.
"Oh. I almost forgot about that."
"I can tell," she says winking at Robert thinking I wouldn't notice.
"I'm going to go hang these up in my closet. Make sure Ang doesn't eat all of the bacon," she directs before going up the stairs.
Robert looks down at his watch then back at me.
"I have to go."
"Bye Robert," I sigh standing up from my place on the couch.
I let him wrap his arms around me in a warm hug before pecking him on the cheek.
"See you later," he says before walking out of the door and shutting it softly behind him.
Harry's POV
"Two hours until show time!" yells Carl, our concert manager.
I've never been this nervous for a concert. I can't concentrate because my thoughts continue to drift to her.
Will she be here?
Will she enjoy it?
Will she talk to me?
Will she come backstage?
None of these questions can be answered unless I go out there and perform. Two hours is not enough for me to put my nerves aside. In two hours she'll either be here or she won't and the thought of her not being here makes me nauseous.
The other boys are moving around doing their various tasks while I just sit there and wait for our call. I go through our concert ritual half-heartedly and stand on my platform and wait to be raised up in front of the huge crowd.
Everyone starts counting down and we all start rising higher and higher.
"5! 4! 3! 2! 1!"
"Straight off the plane to a new hotel. Just touched down, you could never tell," I sing.
"A big house party with a crowded kitchen! People talk shhh but we don't listen."
The crowd goes wild and I look around trying to take it all in. The stadium is huge and it just looks like a sea of people. You can't tell one person from the next. We go through a few more songs before taking a break. Halfway through the concert other boys go backstage but I continue to sit on stage eating a banana as the crowd screams and chants.
Then an idea comes to mind.
"Is there a Brendalyn Parker here?"
Brendalyn's POV
Fuck...
"SHE'S RIGHT HERE! SHE'S HERE!" Angela and Emma yell at the top of their lungs.
I feel eyes on me.
White girls.
Everywhere.
Staring straight at me.
"Shut up!" I shout elbowing Angela in the side.
"Is there a Brendalyn Parker here?" he asks again.
Angela and Emma get even louder and I get more and more stares. The group of girls standing next to us start to yell too. Soon enough my whole entire section is yelling my name and pointing. He looks in our general direction and the chanting and yelling gets louder and I feel like dying.
I whip out my phone and find his number in my phone.
Yes I'm here now plz stop. Sent 1:27pm
I look back up to the stage and he has his phone out. He starts to type and my phone buzzes.
Oh sorry. Delivered 1:29pm
"Thank you everyone," he says into the microphone.
My section keeps yelling and security goes around telling everyone to calm the fuck down. Meanwhile, Harry is busy entertaining the crowd. He tells a few bad jokes before the rest of the boys come out and they continue the concert. When the concert is over everyone starts to leave but Angela, Emma, and I stay behind.
"Wow Brendalyn. Just wow," Angela says.
"Yeah Bren I'm thoroughly impressed," Emma says.
"That was so embarrassing," I groan.
"How? Every girl in this whole building probably wants to be you!"
"I doubt it."
The whole stadium clears out and we're the only people left in the seats. People start to pack up the sound systems and thirty minutes later a man comes up to us and tells us to follow him backstage.
We enter the boys' common room and they're all sitting down. Niall is the first one to look up and he smiles at us before introducing himself followed by Zayn, then Louis, then Liam and finally Harry.
"Hi, I'm Angela Jones."
"I'm Emma Lenhart."
"And I'm Brendalyn Parker," I say shaking hands with each of the boys.
Liam gives me a little hug and when I reach Harry he smiles at me before kissing my hand. I look around to see if anyone saw it. Thankfully no one did.
Angela and Emma socialize with all of the boys while I walk over to the door; Harry tags along like a lost puppy.
"Where are you going?"
"I have to pee," I respond walking out of the door and down the hallway.
"The restrooms aren't that way."
"Which way are they?"
"Well I can't really explain it. This place is like a maze. I'll just show you," he says.
"Okay."
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This chapter was extremely crappy... Sorry. ):
The next one will be better.