I watched as the boys got ready for the concert. I wondered if all boys got dressed like this or if it was just a superstar thing. I watched as the stylist carefully formed my brother’s hair and as Zayn sprinkled some perfume on his pulse. We all decided that it would be best if I went with them backstage since obviously I’d be all alone in the RV unattended. I looked to my left and saw Harry struggling with his tie I smiled at his obvious difficulty and chuckled. He glanced up and locked eyes with me giving me a sheepish expression.
“I don’t know how to tie this thing.” Harry said yanking the tie from his neck in total exasperation.
“Let me help.” I said stretching my arms. Since I was already in my cast Harry grabbed a chair and positioned it close to mine. Harry tilted his head up to make it easier for me to help him.
“You know you should probably let someone teach you how to do this.” I said circling the tie on his neck gently. Harry’s smell intoxicated me deeply.
“I tried but I guess I haven’t found the right teacher yet.” He said obviously flirting.
“Let me teach you.” I said as I carefully knotted the tie all the while telling him what to do. Harry checked himself in the mirror and smiled.
“It looks perfect thanks Sophie.” Harry turned around and smiled at me seductively. I blushed not knowing what to do and the fact that I was in this big ridiculous cast made the matter more awkward. I was out of his league Harry Styles having a crush on me? Absolutely impossible.
“You’re insecure don’t know what for.” Harry sang softly taking my chin and lifting my head to eye level. “You’re turning heads when you walk through the door.” He continued singing moving closer and closer to me. “Don’t need make up to cover up, Being the way that you are is enough.” Harry was just a breath away.
“Kiss me.” I said softly if this was a dream I didn’t want to wake up, if this was a dream I’d choose to live like this forever. I didn’t realize we were surrounded by a million people and my request seemed far flung.
“I want to but I can’t.” Harry said looking at my eyes and my lips alternatively. Someone cleared his throat behind us. I didn’t realize that me and Harry were in a compromising position up until that point but when he leaned away I straightened my pose and turned around to see Zayn.
“Sorry to interrupt but we’re about to go on stage.” He said keeping his hands on his pocket.
“Right right” Harry said exhaling sharply and getting up. I looked away as I tried to regain my composure.
“Alright boys they’re ready for you!” Someone from the staff said. They turned on the flat screen tv hanging on the wall and we watched as the crowds cheered and chanted for the boys.
“Here goes boys!” Niall said jumping up and down. As they went out the door they each waved at me but it was Harry who lingered. I smiled at him and blew him a kiss which sent him on his way. For the next hour I watched as the boys sang energetically and joke around the stage.
“You’re name is Sophie right?” A reporter asked I nodded and gave him my best smile.
“Louis Tomlinson’s sister.” I said extending my hand the guy was obviously a journalist by first glance with his specs and stylish clothes but from which magazine I didn’t know.
“You are one stunning woman.” He said shaking his head up and down studying me. “I’m Peter by the way from Marie Claire.” He said showing me his press ID. I instantly felt honored and flattered by his compliment coming from such a high ranking journalist.
“You came for the boys?” I said offering him a seat beside me which he dutifully took.
“Some post concert interview.” He said taking his camera off its case.
“Would you mind if I took a picture of you?” He said. I was totally shocked and I instantly looked at my cast and back at Peter. “It won’t matter I’ll just take a head photo.”
“Ummm, Okay I guess.” Peter took several photos of me on his camera and carefully tucked it away in its case again.
“What happened to your foot?” Peter said. I didn’t know if I should talk to the press about anything I knew the consequences as much as they did. I prayed silently for something to happen.
“Kind of a long story” I said sheepishly. Just then Paul emerged from the bathroom and made his way to me. I sent signals at him from across the room and thank god he noticed my discomfort. He crossed the room in three long strides and stood beside Peter.
"You wont mind me sending some of you're photos to Marie Claire, do you? I think it would be great if we could get you for our next campaign." Peter said oblivous to Paul's presence. A chance to be a model? Sure why not if i could get wings and grow an extra boob that would be fine too.
“No press allowed.” Paul said in a deep voice Peter glanced up and eyed the bulky man carefully.
“I’m from Marie Claire I’m supposed to have a post concert interview with the boys.” Peter said handing him his ID too. Just then I remembered the phone in my pocket and how I was to call my mom to tell her what happened.
“I think maybe I should call my mom.” I said as an excuse. Paul smiled and nodded.
“We should give Sophie some privacy since she can’t walk with her cast.” Paul said escorting Peter silently but I knew if Peter protested he didn’t make a sound. I dialed my mom’s number and waited for three rings until my mom picked up and greeted me with her usual bubbly welcome.
“Sophie! Are you okay baby?” Mom said lovingly. I rolled my eyes at the word baby but I kept it in.
"I'm fine mom just a bit tired." I said honestly. She chuckled into the receiver.
"But you're okay?" My mom pressed again.
“About that mom, I had a bit of an accident.” I said careful not to alarm my mother.
“What kind of accident?” My mom said carefully.
“It’s kind of a long story but the good news is I’m fine now no need to worry.” I said hurrying to reassure her.
“Sophia Tomlinson, tell me what happened right this second.” My mom said in that warning tone she always used on me and Louis when we were kids.
“We climbed a fence trying to get away from a mob and I broke my ankle.” I said in one defeated breath. There was silence for a few seconds on the other line as I waited for my mom to say something or anything to ease my worry.
“I told you being with superstars are dangerous.” My mom said angrily. Oh, she was not taking this well.
“Mom, Louis is a celebrity and nothing is wrong with him it was just coincidence and it was partly my fault since I was the one who suggested the park in the first place.” I said in a calm tone that I knew would help my mother.
“How badly are you exactly hurt?” My mom said still angry.
“They put me in a cast for a week just in time for me to go with them to London.” I said with confidence.
“You’re not going with them anymore Sophie.” My mother said sternly. There she was again being a kill joy here I was having the best time of my life and my mom was about to yank me away from my source of happiness. First it was the trip to Europe then this. Can’t I live my own life?
“Mom you’re being completely irrational I’m fine honestly I am.” I said determined not to let her win this time.
"They can't take care of you Sophia! They're busy enough as it is!" My mom said nearly screaming.
"Mom I'm sixteen i don't need a baby sitter! I can take care of my own and besides i'll be out of this thing in a week my foot isnt even broke!" I said totally prexpeled by my mom's horid logic.
“I’ve made up my mind Sophia you’re coming home.” My mom said and hung up on me. . It was unfair totally and utterly unfair! On screen I saw the boys take a bow and wave their fans one final goodbye. Minutes later they went in the room noisily. Since it was just 10 in the evening I knew they weren’t as tired as before. They immediately settled in the round sofa Peter and a few other Marie Claire staff set up and was greeted by yet another one of those blind lights and a camera rolling.
“Louis can I talk to you?” I said pulling him out of the bunch. He sat down next to me all sweaty and panting I handed him a towel and he wiped his face free of perspiration.
“What is it Sophie?” He said throwing the towel in a nearby shelf.
“I called mom.” I said handing him his phone which he tucked in his pocket.
“And? What did she say?” Louis asked. I shook my head and sighed deeply.
“She wants me to go home because she thinks I’m not safe here.” I said before Louis could say anything Liam bounded up to us.
"They want Sophie on the interview too." Liam said. At that a complete dozen of people swarmed over me and did my make up and my hair and picked me some more appropriate clothes. In the midst of the chaos Louis was pulled awway from me and from the looks of it was back in the sofa.
"Do they honestly expect me to just march over there if i cant even walk properly?" I asked a girl who was doing my hair.
"Someone will help you up ofcourse." She said smiling at me.
"Wish me luck." I said taking a deep breath as they helped me out of my chair and into the made up set by the sofa.