101 Reasons To Hate Butterflies
Chapter 9
Sophie's POV:
All in all,
I had walked past the curly haired boy with more confidence than I actually had.
I even tried to strut a little as I walked.
I strutted my way straight to catering an sat down by my dad.
"Dad oh my god you'll never guess who I just met- okay I kinda ran into him."
Trying to be British, he replied. "Was it Harreh?"
"Yeah, how'd you-"
"We'll he's the only one not in here, mean look around."
I did, and he was right.
He continued. "Did you geek out?"
I rolled my eyes. "Pshhh, nahh. I only did that when I was younger. I'm chill now."
"Uh huh, totally chilled." He said.
I took a bite of my pizza slice.
"The chillest."
"So which ones which again?" He said pointing over to the rest of the boys.
"Shh, okay, see the one who looks..." I hesitated. Knowing my dad, he'd jump to conclusions. And sure enough;
"The foreign one?" He asked.
"They're all foreign..."
".....the one with black hair?"
"Shh shh yea, he's Zayn."
"Okay."
"Okay, see blondie over there?"
My dad chuckled a little. "Yeah."
"That's Niall."
"Nail?"
I chocked on my pizza and smiled.
"NIIIIal!" I said holding back my giggles, and trying to stay quiet while emphasizing the "I" before the "a".
My dad nodded.
I carried on.
"Okay, see the one with shorter hair?"
My dad was quiet for a few seconds.
"Okay, yeah. With the stripes?"
"No, the other one."
"Uh, okay...ok, yeah."
"That's Liam."
"So the stripes guy is Louis?"
"LouiE."
"LouiE?"
"Yep!"
"Easy." He said while sipping his water.
My dad and I kept talking for a little while until, sure enough, the boys left and after a few minutues we did also.
My dad said I could look around more as long as I had my pass over my jacket, and I didn't go to far since the show was starting in an hour - give or take.
I decided first to go check out the stage itself, and all the seats that would soon be filled.
Harry's POV:
Immediately, I wondered; was she was a fan?
I caught up with Niall and Dan, he was holding his guitar. I said hello and stood there while Dan told Niall a story. My mind wandered back to Jane as I itched my neck.
Did she even know who I was?
The thought came out egotistically, but it honestly had my thinking.
The way she talked to me,
The way she looked at me,
The way she approached me; she just seemed like a normal girl.
a normal, flirty girl.
The only thing that seemed so foreign to me was the fact she was so confident I was eyeing her...
How?
Everything about her seemed so confident...
Like, she just knew...
It was so weird. This was just a normal girl.
An she treated me like I was just a normal guy.
I actually felt like I was back in primary school.
Jane, being one of those untouchable girls at school that had all the fit guys drooling at her newly purchased Converse.
An then there was me.
And although I wasn't a student, I surely felt like one.
Dan's story ended, and I chatted with them for a while until I decieded I was going to head to my dressing room.
My stomach stared getting all weird on me as I thought about her.
Damn butterflies
And these butterflies were fluttering more than the first time I got on stage.
The show was about to start, and instead of eating with my mates at catering, I was forced to find some sort of solution to shush the butterflies.
It had only been about 10 minutes, but I could already tell this newly discovered feeling that fluttered its way throughout my system was going to cause me trouble. It was going to be something I hated.
When I entered my room and flicked on the light, I glanced in the mirror. Ready to converse with myself when I realized I was pacing in my dressing room.
I stopped.
"What do I do, what do I do. Shit, Harry think. She's just a girl, and she had a backstage pass." I said to my mirror.
"But she'll be at the concert...!"
I stopped and looked into my eyes. Thinking.
I wanted to touch her. I wanted her to touch me. I wanted to feel her. I wanted her to feel me. I wanted her to feel all of me.
She could touch herself, too...
My trousers tightened and I looked down. Caughtup in my daydream, it suddenly occurred to me that there had to be somebody that new her.
I popped my head out of my dressing room.
"PAUL!" I screamed.
No response.
"Paul?!"
I waited a few minutes before calling again.
Soon enough, I saw his face at the end of the hall.
"Paul! Paul Paul Paul - come 'ere. Shh, I need a favour from you."
"Uh, okay. Shoot"
I thought for a minute. Fumbling thought my vocabulary to find the right words.
"Okay, okay, so uhm there's this girl, yeah? She's uhmm...backstage. And her name is Jane."
"Harry, I don't thi-"
"Wait Paul just hear me out! Okay, uhm yeah her name is Jane and I-I need you to find her. She said she'd be in the crowd, too. If that..helps.."
Paul sighed.
"Alright. I'll try to find her okay? Just please go to catering. The other boys are curious as to where you are."
I agreed to go. It was nice to feel the pinch of hunger in my stomach.
I guess my step closer to finding her was the perfect "nectar" to my butterflies, because I was about ready to punch them if they didn't shutup'.
All in all,
I had walked past the curly haired boy with more confidence than I actually had.
I even tried to strut a little as I walked.
I strutted my way straight to catering an sat down by my dad.
"Dad oh my god you'll never guess who I just met- okay I kinda ran into him."
Trying to be British, he replied. "Was it Harreh?"
"Yeah, how'd you-"
"We'll he's the only one not in here, mean look around."
I did, and he was right.
He continued. "Did you geek out?"
I rolled my eyes. "Pshhh, nahh. I only did that when I was younger. I'm chill now."
"Uh huh, totally chilled." He said.
I took a bite of my pizza slice.
"The chillest."
"So which ones which again?" He said pointing over to the rest of the boys.
"Shh, okay, see the one who looks..." I hesitated. Knowing my dad, he'd jump to conclusions. And sure enough;
"The foreign one?" He asked.
"They're all foreign..."
".....the one with black hair?"
"Shh shh yea, he's Zayn."
"Okay."
"Okay, see blondie over there?"
My dad chuckled a little. "Yeah."
"That's Niall."
"Nail?"
I chocked on my pizza and smiled.
"NIIIIal!" I said holding back my giggles, and trying to stay quiet while emphasizing the "I" before the "a".
My dad nodded.
I carried on.
"Okay, see the one with shorter hair?"
My dad was quiet for a few seconds.
"Okay, yeah. With the stripes?"
"No, the other one."
"Uh, okay...ok, yeah."
"That's Liam."
"So the stripes guy is Louis?"
"LouiE."
"LouiE?"
"Yep!"
"Easy." He said while sipping his water.
My dad and I kept talking for a little while until, sure enough, the boys left and after a few minutues we did also.
My dad said I could look around more as long as I had my pass over my jacket, and I didn't go to far since the show was starting in an hour - give or take.
I decided first to go check out the stage itself, and all the seats that would soon be filled.
Harry's POV:
Immediately, I wondered; was she was a fan?
I caught up with Niall and Dan, he was holding his guitar. I said hello and stood there while Dan told Niall a story. My mind wandered back to Jane as I itched my neck.
Did she even know who I was?
The thought came out egotistically, but it honestly had my thinking.
The way she talked to me,
The way she looked at me,
The way she approached me; she just seemed like a normal girl.
a normal, flirty girl.
The only thing that seemed so foreign to me was the fact she was so confident I was eyeing her...
How?
Everything about her seemed so confident...
Like, she just knew...
It was so weird. This was just a normal girl.
An she treated me like I was just a normal guy.
I actually felt like I was back in primary school.
Jane, being one of those untouchable girls at school that had all the fit guys drooling at her newly purchased Converse.
An then there was me.
And although I wasn't a student, I surely felt like one.
Dan's story ended, and I chatted with them for a while until I decieded I was going to head to my dressing room.
My stomach stared getting all weird on me as I thought about her.
Damn butterflies
And these butterflies were fluttering more than the first time I got on stage.
The show was about to start, and instead of eating with my mates at catering, I was forced to find some sort of solution to shush the butterflies.
It had only been about 10 minutes, but I could already tell this newly discovered feeling that fluttered its way throughout my system was going to cause me trouble. It was going to be something I hated.
When I entered my room and flicked on the light, I glanced in the mirror. Ready to converse with myself when I realized I was pacing in my dressing room.
I stopped.
"What do I do, what do I do. Shit, Harry think. She's just a girl, and she had a backstage pass." I said to my mirror.
"But she'll be at the concert...!"
I stopped and looked into my eyes. Thinking.
I wanted to touch her. I wanted her to touch me. I wanted to feel her. I wanted her to feel me. I wanted her to feel all of me.
She could touch herself, too...
My trousers tightened and I looked down. Caughtup in my daydream, it suddenly occurred to me that there had to be somebody that new her.
I popped my head out of my dressing room.
"PAUL!" I screamed.
No response.
"Paul?!"
I waited a few minutes before calling again.
Soon enough, I saw his face at the end of the hall.
"Paul! Paul Paul Paul - come 'ere. Shh, I need a favour from you."
"Uh, okay. Shoot"
I thought for a minute. Fumbling thought my vocabulary to find the right words.
"Okay, okay, so uhm there's this girl, yeah? She's uhmm...backstage. And her name is Jane."
"Harry, I don't thi-"
"Wait Paul just hear me out! Okay, uhm yeah her name is Jane and I-I need you to find her. She said she'd be in the crowd, too. If that..helps.."
Paul sighed.
"Alright. I'll try to find her okay? Just please go to catering. The other boys are curious as to where you are."
I agreed to go. It was nice to feel the pinch of hunger in my stomach.
I guess my step closer to finding her was the perfect "nectar" to my butterflies, because I was about ready to punch them if they didn't shutup'.
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