Harry and I walked into the next room where all of the boys and my friends were.
"Oh my god, I don't believe you Niall!" said Lia while she playfully punched his arm. They seemed to be having a grand time. Hah

"It's true, it's true, eh," Niall was laughing as he replied to Lia. His eyes shot up as he saw Harry and I walk into the room.

"Eh Harry, isn't it true that two girls fainted at last night's concert when I reached down and touched their hands?" Niall said while smirking. He was so trying to impress Lia.

"Uh yeah, Niall seems to have a rather extreme affect on women," Harry said seeming a bit unsure of his words. He was smiling though as he tried his best to be convincing, I could tell.

As I scanned the huge room that we were now in, I realized it must have been the kind of place where the boys hung out before shows. It had a television, mini fridge, tons of furniture, and even a bin filled with sports balls.

Liam, Alexis, Marcy, Louis, and Zayn were all over sitting on the couches having a conversation. It must have been pretty hilarious, I noticed. Then I realized Marcy was showing the boys a picture on her phone. It must have been something to do with me, because they all immediately looked up at me.

"Oh my god, Marcy, that is just the best thing I've ever seen," Louis said while trying to hold back a laugh," why don't you come take a look Harry," Louis finished.

I didn't even realize it, but Harry's hand was still on my back. He looked down at me quickly as if he was seeing if I was alright, and then walked over to Louis. Marcy gave her phone to Harry and he smirked immediately before his eyes looked over towards me.

"That was Lucy around a year ago," Marcy admitted while looking at me. Oh my god, what could she be showing them?!

I walked over quickly to where every one else was laughing and I grabbed the phone from Harry's hands.

Oh. My. God.

Me. The day we went to see One Direction in concert last year, snuggling my Harry Styles pillow.
Okay, first off, Alexis bought me that pillow as a total joke. I mean, Harry was my favorite, but I didn't want the world to know it. And my friends knew that.

The girls and I all got pillows with the boys faces on them, and of course the only picture they showed the boys would be the one of me holding the pillow beside my face while making a duck face and pointing at it. This is just GREAT.

How many more times could I be embarrassed today?

Every one began to notice my reaction as I saw the picture, my jaw extended to the ground. I didn't know how to react, but I could feel my face becoming brighter than it's ever been before, like a complete unique shade of bright, fire truck red.

I looked at my friend Marcy. I could tell she felt bad and regretted showing the boys but I know she only did it for attention. She gave me an apologetic look and I responded with a glare that you could see from across the room. All of the smiles had been slapped off of everyone's faces, and I could feel all of their eyes on me. I know I looked like I was about to cry.

I swear, I am NO baby at all. I rarely cry. But this was straight up the most humiliating moment of my life. They thought I was just another one of their obsessed fans. I hated this feeling.

I looked over at Harry who had the most worried look on his face. I couldn't take all of these eyes on me any longer, so I handed the phone to Harry and did the first thing that came to my mind. Run.

I ran out through the back doors and into another room that I had no idea where I was. It was darker, and seemed to be a large storage room with a set on concrete stairs that took you to a back exit of the building. I wasn't going to run far, I just needed to get out of that room.

Before I knew it, tears were running down my face. I was so humiliated.

I set down my purse beside me and sat on the concrete stairs. I buried my head into my nees and let the tears flow. This was supposed to be one of the best days of my life.

And then I heard the doors open.

“Lucy?” I heard a familiar British accent say. Harry.
I started to wipe my tears away on my arm and looked up to see him there, towering over me on the stair above mine. He came to the stair I was on and I looked away from him. He sat down beside me.

I felt him place one of his large hands on my back and then move it over so his arm was now around me.

How could he not be embarrassed of me yet?

“Lucy, are you okay?” he whispered in my ear. This sent shivers down my body. I turned my head back around to face him and I didn’t realize until now of how close we really were. Our faces were inches apart.

We were staring into each other’s eyes before I slightly nodded my head up and down. I looked back towards the ground.

He began to speak again,” If it matters to you, I have the same pillow at my house,” he quietly laughed,” but I find it flattering that you also own it.” He was being serious in a funny way.

Okay, this made me smile. I could tell he was the kind of guy that could make anyone smile, no matter what the circumstance. I looked up to him and smiled.

He pulled his arm away from around my shoulders and took one of my hands with his.

"I am really sorry if I made you cry, or if anything made you cry today, you don't deserve to have to feel sad," he spoke to me softly. I continued looking towards the ground.

"You didn't make me cry..." I spoke in almost a whisper and looked up at him. I was surprised he heard me. His eyes shot up to make contact with mine.

"I was just...embarrassed," I said.

He continued looking me into they eyes and then finally said, " Don't be, honestly, I found it adorable, and so did the rest of the boys. Your friends even showed us the pictures of them with pillows of the other boys faces," He smirked at me, still making eye contact.

I'm glad to see my friends covered for me so the boys didn't think of me as the 'obsessed' one of our friend group. But now I bet the guys thought of me as the 'over dramatic' one. Oh my god, I can never win.

I continued smiling at Harry and then looked back at my shoes. I was too speechless, I didn't want to say the wrong thing again.

And then I felt his hand touch my chin as he turned my head towards him.

"No need to cry over me or anyone ever, love," he said as he wiped away one of my tears that was still lingering on my face. He genuinely smiled at me and at that moment, I could feel something between us.

He sighed and pulled his phone out of his pocket, checking the time.

"Well, we better get back to the boys. Louis said he would absolutely adore it if you and the girls would play a match of football with us before the concert," he said while standing up.
He gestured out his hand and I took it, smiling as he brought me to my feet.

I assumed he was going to start walking me back to the other room, but he didn't.
We just stood there, hand in hand, and he looked into my eyes.

I didn't realize how close we were until I felt his hand on my cheek.

"I care about you, Lucy," he began to say," and I don't ever want to see you hurt. There is something about you that just makes you so unique, so hard to find in a girl," he ended the sentence there, but it seemed like he had wanted to say more but was not sure how to say it.

This was the most serious I had ever seen him be, it made me feel special.

He pushed a piece of my hair out of my face and smiled at me. I wish we could have stayed like that forever.

I smiled back, I loved this. Every single second of it.

He placed a kiss on my cheek before I could even react and then started to pull my hand to follow him back to the rest of the boys.

Time for some football, apparently.
Oh, and did I mention I'm the biggest klutz ever? This is going to be..erm...'fun'.

Notes

hahahah such a dramatic chapter. I was super busy today, so sorry for such a late update :(
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