Rocking my world!

So here I was sat in a massive crowd of people. I did like to imagine them as an army, an army of supporters to the five spectacular boys currently bouncing around on the stage. The screaming girls were also bouncing, screaming, crying and here was me really needing to pee. The light up sign I decided to make a couple of weeks previous to the concert was above my head the words; HERES TO THE BOYS THAT MADE ME FEEL BEAUTIFUL twinkling like tiny stars. On the other side were the words; I LOVE THE 'WELL RESTED' ONE WHO PUMPS HIS FIST! Which was a little punching action Harry did a couple of times when a beat kicks in or something like that. I lowered my shiny sign-which I can bet the people behind me were greatful of- and straightened out my pink and white striped(middle arm length top that was showing way too much boob)
"Um... I'm gonna go to the toilet, is that ok?" I asked my mum.
"Really Claire, you don't really need to ask me if it's ok for you to pee" she said whilst shaking her head.
"Well I just thought I'd inform you where I was going!"
"Where else would you go you wally?"
"I don't know."
As I awkwardly clambered through the middle of fans and seats (since we decided to sit in the box) the song 'Gotta be you' began playing, admittedly it wasn't one of my favourites so I grasped the oppertunity to pat myself on my back for exellent timing.

~Harry's POV~

The girl sat to the left of the stage a couple rows up brung her pretty little sign down. She looked a bit flustered sorting out her top, I myself thought it was fine just the way it was. But maybe I was being a wee bit naughty. Wait... a wee bit? I'm starting to sound like Niall. The thought bought a small smile to the side of my lips, she was slowly moving along the row, I guessed she was going for a wee. Why was I stalking her? For God's sake Harry! I knew exactly why she had caught my attetnion-that I was having trouble removing from her- it was her hair. It came just below her shoulders and was curly and wavy, but not the kind that is curled to look like that, it was natural, just like the bright shock of orange that orbed through the doors, wait, where is she going? That's the way to the dressing rooms, not the public loo! My line came up so I ripped my eyes away from her and began to sing
"Cause it's gotta be you" The croud errupted into applause. A voice came bubbling into my ear-peace.
"Boys, time for your break."
I watched as a swarm of girls dashed to the doors that lead to the toilets. Knowing that in about three minutes the que would be horrendous.
~Claire~
Ohmigod. I have managed to go the complete wrong direction and ended up near a wing that was blocked off, STAFF ONLY printed across a peice of paper. I really need to pee.
"Excuse me miss, can I get past you please, I need a wee. -the low, hoarse, familliar voice made me jump my bladder forcing me to squeeze my legs closed even tighter.- And by the looks of it, so do you" He laughed.
"I.. um- I.." HOLY FUCKING SHIT! I was standing face to face with Harry Styles. I stumbled every word that tried to come out of my mouth. I remembered suddenly that my legs were clamped together, untangling them I flicked my annoying curly orange hair out of my face.
"Sorry, I'm a bit lost... could you please tell me where the actual toilets are?" I asked quietly.
"Well, I could, but they are un-doubtedly packed right now and I'm guessing you don't really fancy waiting about half an hour just to pee."
"I don't really have another choice, thank you for the help" I smiled.
"You do now" He said reaching for my hand which I bet was clammy, he winked before banging repeatedly on the door until a bald man answered, he of course let us past and then Harry kindly showed me to a bathroom that was about the same size of my room.
"Here you go..." He was asking for my name. Harry Styles was asking for my name.
"Oh, I'm Claire, you obviously don't have to introduce yourself." I said with a small nod, smile and blush.
"Would you like me to wait here for you? Make sure you don't get lost again..." He said with a wink.
"Actually yes please, that would be really helpful!"
I stood infront of the sink examining myself, luckily I wasn't sweating a whole lot earlier so my eye liner and mascara remained un-smudged. The light foundation and powder dotting my cheeks still intact. I looked pale though, I always looked pale, my freckles were beginning to poke through. My eyes were a really weird light shade of blue at the moment, with a nod a my shaking reflection I opened the door. To find the large room empty of one curly-haired boy. Even at my height i couldn't see his head. Oh, crap.
~Harry~
She was taking a while, even though I had heard the chain flush around thirty seconds after she locked the door. Maybe she was trying to calm down, she was a bit shaky when i held onto her hand. I resisted the urge to knock the door to see if she was okay, I couldn't stop thinking about how her hair perfectly framed her pretty face that was spotted with freckles that no doubt covered her nose and cheeks in the summer. Her eyes were a darker shade of blue when I had first spoken to her, she had a pretty name to match her beautiful features, she was different to other girls, taller and bigger boned, I could guarentee she thought she was fat. But no, just beautiful. I couldn't help myself from sprinting to the dressing room to grab my phone, I wasn't prepared to let her go.
~Claire~
I had let the door slam by accident in my search for Harry. Afew faces turned to me, one was Niall Horan the other was a dark haired girl of about nineteen, she sort of sniggered at me, from her tight little dress that showed off her every perfection, here I was in my stonewashed ripped blue jeans and my top, the same colour hightop vans with white stars on them on my feet compared to her designer heels. I sighed. I began to turn when she said
"Fans aren't allowed back here."
"Well, she's with me Lucy so shut up." Harry's voice grumbled. I was a little desperate to try and calm the blush I felt spread furiously across my face.
"I'm so sorry that I left, I just had to go and grab this... he produced his sleek black phone- this may seem a bit weird, but could I please have your number?"
I was speechless. Harry had just asked for my mobile number,after tying to contain my excitement I then remembered that my phone was in my bag, my bag was with my mum. Well... shit.
"YES! You most definately can have my number, just let me run and get my phone?"
"I'll come with you"