Loving Him
Chapter 12
Harry‘s POV
“I gotta find Clarence first. She’s here somewhere.” I told Paul.
We were near a door that was labelled BACKSTAGE so I figured that was where she’d be, provided she hadn’t wandered off. I put my weight against the door and it opened to a shocked Clarence. She took a quick step back, wavered precariously on her heels and fell ungracefully to the floor. Niall shoved past me to help her up, grabbing her upper arm as he lifted her.
I blinked a few times and pulled myself together, “Sorry Clarence.”
Niall stepped back and she thanked him several times. He laughed musically and returned to the boys.
Clarence‘s POV
Wow. Wow. Wow. How awfully embarrassing. Oh my God. I should leave now. This was a bad idea. Oh Jesus. I will never show my face in public again.
I watched as Niall moved back to the rest of One Direction and ushered them away. Harry walked over to me.
“I’m sorry.” He repeated.
“It’s alright. It’s not your fault.”
He smoothed my hair down and took my hand, “you want to pretend to be a crazed fan at the One Direction meet and greet?”
May as well embarrass myself more, “Yes, I’d love to.”
Harry‘s POV
I’d offered for Clarence to just hang out in the room but she insisted on lining up. ‘I want to see what it’s like to love One Direction’ she’d said. Now, I held my breath every time a new person entered the room. I tried to act interested in each girl, hugging them and signing stuff and taking pictures with them, after all these kids had made us famous. Clearly I wasn’t doing a very good job tonight. Several times, Liam had stepped in when I didn’t hear someone ask for an autograph. I even forgot to smile in a few girls’ photo.
The Meet and Greet was wrapping up and I still hadn’t seen Clarence. Paul, who was in control of the line yelled, “Last one boys.” I panicked. What if she’d been mobbed in the line by crazy fans who recognised her from the papers? And then entered a smiling Clarence.
She walked towards Louis, the first in the line of One Direction, and handed him our CD. He signed it and made some joke I couldn’t hear. She laughed. To Zayn now. Liam. Niall. And Me.
She winked at me and said, “Could I get a photo, that would be so awesome!”
Our manager took the camera and we gathered around her. She put her arm on Liam’s back and mine, sneakily close to my bum. The flash clicked and I turned to her.
“What was all that about?”
She beamed, “Your fans are wonderful people. Some of them recognised me and one person wanted an autograph. I was expecting to be interrogated and hated on but everyone was just so excited to see you all.”
Niall nodded and said in his strong Irish accent, “They’re the best fans in the world.”
“And I’ve never met a celebrity so I wanted to be a part of the Meet and Greet.”
“You’re funny Clarence. Harry, I like Clarence.” Said Louis.
Whilst she laughed, I spoke up, “Let’s get to this after-party then shall we?”
The party was taking place at an exclusive club, not far from the concert venue. The queue was always huge and ran to the end of the street. Members could enter through the back. The driver swiped their VIP card at the boom gate and entered the car park, weaving past Audi’s, limousines and other shiny expensive cars. I discreetly looked over at Clarence who was staring open-mouthed at all the vehicles. We parked close to the door and as we entered I finally got to look at Clarence. She looked amazing but I could barely take it all in before the darkness of the club engulfed her. I caught up to her, hit with a blast of loud music, and took her by the hand. She jumped before noticing it was me.
“Let’s dance then?” I yelled.
I could tell she could tell she didn’t hear but knew what I meant. I led her into a mass of jumping people and began to move with the beat.
Clarence‘s POV
I would have been embarrassed by the sweat pouring down my face if it hadn’t been for Harry suffering the same thing as well. We silently agreed to take a break, through eye contact, and weaved away from the crowd. The bar was deserted and isolated in a corner. A series of bright lights highlighted the seats and we both ordered a milkshake sized cup of water.
“This probably isn’t what we’re supposed to drink at such a fancy club.” I laughed as we were handed our water.
Harry skulled the drink and nodded, “but we’re One Direction and you’re with us.”
It suddenly hit me. I was in with One Direction. It felt like I was hanging out with a guy I’d just met at the local coffee shop, only I had to wear high-end clothing and watch out for rumours. I’d never knew what it was like to be famous, nor had I cared. But soon I would know the feeling. Especially if Harry and I got together. He was leaning particularly close at the moment.
I tried to be sexy, “Oh. I’m with you, am I?”
“Only if you want to be.”
Our noses were basically touching. He ran his hand up my arm, sending a chill through me. I slipped my body to the edge of the chair so I was closer to him. I could smell his cologne. I let my arms wrap around his neck. He kissed my jawline till he reached my lips. I leaned in to kiss him but he moved back. I stopped. Had I just embarrassed myself? He was smiling. He was kidding. He grabbed shoulders and pulled me towards him. I kissed him gently but it quickly turned rough. I was basically sitting on top of him when we finally broke apart. I was conscious of his hands, resting just above my bum. He didn’t move them.
His voice was raspy as he said, “Wanna go back to the hotel?”
I nodded and he cleared his throat.
“I gotta find Clarence first. She’s here somewhere.” I told Paul.
We were near a door that was labelled BACKSTAGE so I figured that was where she’d be, provided she hadn’t wandered off. I put my weight against the door and it opened to a shocked Clarence. She took a quick step back, wavered precariously on her heels and fell ungracefully to the floor. Niall shoved past me to help her up, grabbing her upper arm as he lifted her.
I blinked a few times and pulled myself together, “Sorry Clarence.”
Niall stepped back and she thanked him several times. He laughed musically and returned to the boys.
Clarence‘s POV
Wow. Wow. Wow. How awfully embarrassing. Oh my God. I should leave now. This was a bad idea. Oh Jesus. I will never show my face in public again.
I watched as Niall moved back to the rest of One Direction and ushered them away. Harry walked over to me.
“I’m sorry.” He repeated.
“It’s alright. It’s not your fault.”
He smoothed my hair down and took my hand, “you want to pretend to be a crazed fan at the One Direction meet and greet?”
May as well embarrass myself more, “Yes, I’d love to.”
Harry‘s POV
I’d offered for Clarence to just hang out in the room but she insisted on lining up. ‘I want to see what it’s like to love One Direction’ she’d said. Now, I held my breath every time a new person entered the room. I tried to act interested in each girl, hugging them and signing stuff and taking pictures with them, after all these kids had made us famous. Clearly I wasn’t doing a very good job tonight. Several times, Liam had stepped in when I didn’t hear someone ask for an autograph. I even forgot to smile in a few girls’ photo.
The Meet and Greet was wrapping up and I still hadn’t seen Clarence. Paul, who was in control of the line yelled, “Last one boys.” I panicked. What if she’d been mobbed in the line by crazy fans who recognised her from the papers? And then entered a smiling Clarence.
She walked towards Louis, the first in the line of One Direction, and handed him our CD. He signed it and made some joke I couldn’t hear. She laughed. To Zayn now. Liam. Niall. And Me.
She winked at me and said, “Could I get a photo, that would be so awesome!”
Our manager took the camera and we gathered around her. She put her arm on Liam’s back and mine, sneakily close to my bum. The flash clicked and I turned to her.
“What was all that about?”
She beamed, “Your fans are wonderful people. Some of them recognised me and one person wanted an autograph. I was expecting to be interrogated and hated on but everyone was just so excited to see you all.”
Niall nodded and said in his strong Irish accent, “They’re the best fans in the world.”
“And I’ve never met a celebrity so I wanted to be a part of the Meet and Greet.”
“You’re funny Clarence. Harry, I like Clarence.” Said Louis.
Whilst she laughed, I spoke up, “Let’s get to this after-party then shall we?”
The party was taking place at an exclusive club, not far from the concert venue. The queue was always huge and ran to the end of the street. Members could enter through the back. The driver swiped their VIP card at the boom gate and entered the car park, weaving past Audi’s, limousines and other shiny expensive cars. I discreetly looked over at Clarence who was staring open-mouthed at all the vehicles. We parked close to the door and as we entered I finally got to look at Clarence. She looked amazing but I could barely take it all in before the darkness of the club engulfed her. I caught up to her, hit with a blast of loud music, and took her by the hand. She jumped before noticing it was me.
“Let’s dance then?” I yelled.
I could tell she could tell she didn’t hear but knew what I meant. I led her into a mass of jumping people and began to move with the beat.
Clarence‘s POV
I would have been embarrassed by the sweat pouring down my face if it hadn’t been for Harry suffering the same thing as well. We silently agreed to take a break, through eye contact, and weaved away from the crowd. The bar was deserted and isolated in a corner. A series of bright lights highlighted the seats and we both ordered a milkshake sized cup of water.
“This probably isn’t what we’re supposed to drink at such a fancy club.” I laughed as we were handed our water.
Harry skulled the drink and nodded, “but we’re One Direction and you’re with us.”
It suddenly hit me. I was in with One Direction. It felt like I was hanging out with a guy I’d just met at the local coffee shop, only I had to wear high-end clothing and watch out for rumours. I’d never knew what it was like to be famous, nor had I cared. But soon I would know the feeling. Especially if Harry and I got together. He was leaning particularly close at the moment.
I tried to be sexy, “Oh. I’m with you, am I?”
“Only if you want to be.”
Our noses were basically touching. He ran his hand up my arm, sending a chill through me. I slipped my body to the edge of the chair so I was closer to him. I could smell his cologne. I let my arms wrap around his neck. He kissed my jawline till he reached my lips. I leaned in to kiss him but he moved back. I stopped. Had I just embarrassed myself? He was smiling. He was kidding. He grabbed shoulders and pulled me towards him. I kissed him gently but it quickly turned rough. I was basically sitting on top of him when we finally broke apart. I was conscious of his hands, resting just above my bum. He didn’t move them.
His voice was raspy as he said, “Wanna go back to the hotel?”
I nodded and he cleared his throat.
Notes
Hey guys, I am so lazy sorry :) Please give me feedback or tell me where you want the story to go because I will listen to you and maybe write it. Elea xx
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10/4/14