The One

When we arrived at the stadium, the place was packed, but since Daddy was a specialty member (which was very rare) we used the member entrance. When we were inside the lobby to the stadium, the place was packed, there had to be a line to get in there a half a mile long. I had to use the bathroom and we had a few minutes before the concert started, so Amber went to go save our seats and I went to the restroom. As I was walking, there was a strange tall figure looked like he was trying to hiding, since he was bobbled up in the corner. Brown curly hair popped out of his hoodie, and he wore black jeans and a tight black t-shirt underneath his hoodie. I ignored him, and walked into the bathroom minding my own business. We also were able to use the V.I.P. bathroom because Daddy's member thing, so there was no line unlike the public ones. I finished using the stall, and went over to wash my hands and fix my hair. When I was pleased with my appearance, left the lavatory. As I walked out of the bathroom, I looked around the corner where the stranger had been standing before, but there was no sign of him. He probably went somewhere else, I thought. All of a sudden as I turned around the stranger stood dead in front of me, there wasn't even four inches between us he was so close. I looked up to where his head was, and realized it was the one person on the planet I would never have thought it could've been. Harry Styles. He smiled at me, showing his kiddish dimples. His curly hair almost fully out with his hood coming off his head. His skin so clear and fair. His beautiful deep green eyes locking onto mine. He was so beautiful. I went to yell in excitement and his large warm hands covered my mouth to prevent the scream from escaping. I was pressed up against the wall. He whispered something I could barely make out.
"I'm not supposed to be here, and you can't tell anyone about this." He said looking around to check if the coast was clear. "If I put my hand down, your not going to scream right?" I shyly nodded and he put his hand down.
"What's your name?" he asked me as I stared straight into his glowing emeralds.
"Chelsea, Chelsea Mills." I replied back shyly.
" I'm Harry, Harry Styles." He replied back softly. "But you probably know that already." I giggled and looked at the floor for a few seconds before I replied.
"Why are you out here" I whispered softly to him.
"I can't go one more minute with screaming fans, I swear I will die." He replied in complaint.
"Well, didn't you expect this when you signed up for the tour?" I asked him.
"Well yeah, but I didn't except it would be this bad. How old are you?" He randomly asked me.
"18, wh-" My sentence was cut off with him taking my hand and dragging me to the lobby which was empty because the concert was about to start. He started zipping up his hoodie so nobody could tell who it was when he walked by someone.
"Where the heck are we going?" I asked as I was dragged behind him.
"To a One Direction concert. Are you here by yourself, or are you here with a friend?" He asked randomly again.
"I'm here with my friend Amber, why do you ask?" I replied confused. He cursed under his breath as he looked around.
"Where are you two sitting?"
"G17, why-" I was interrupted again with him dragging me into the stadium as he took a guide from a set up next to the door. We raced around crazed fangirls, up steps and he stopped and turned to me before we went into our seat section.
"Tell your friend Amber I'm an old friend you met up with, that's going to sit with you." Harry demanded. I realized he was more of a demanding kind of person, used to getting his way; and only his way.
"What! No, I don't care if your some kind of famous celebrity, I'm not giving up my seat that I spent hours trying to get online for you." I snared back.
"Oh I wasn't planing on you giving up your seat. And not your little friend either. You can just sit on my lap." He replied inappropriately. I was so taken back by what he just said. I didn't care if he was Harry Styles, he shouldn't be saying that stuff to me. Without thinking I took the palm of my hand and connected it with him cheek. He put his hand over the light pink area, and turned back to me.
"Your feisty, I like feisty." I turned away, then turned back and walked up to him.
" I just met you, why would I ever sit on your lap! And why would I ever let you sit with us anyway!" I asked in anger.
"First reason, I'm Harry Styles. Second reason, I'm hot." He replied being not so humble.
"I don't care if you're Harry Styles, and your like one of the hottest guys on the planet. I just met you and I can already tell your a pervert." I shaped at him harshly. I stared straight into his deep green innocent eyes, and then walked away like a boss. As I walked, I felt a large hand grab my small one. I turned around and Harry was prying my fingers from my death grip on my phone. He started going to my contacts and putting what looked like his number in.
"What the hell are you doing?" I asked extremely annoyed. He finished typing his number and grabbed my hand and placed it on my palm. Then looked into my eyes, as I looked at his.
"Call me." He said, then winked at me. As he walked away, I was awestruck on what just happened. But I couldn't call him! He was being such a pervert, and I didn't want to get involved with a celebrity. I giggled, then turned and walked towards my friend.
"What the heck took you so long, the concert is about to start!" Amber said searching through her bag for her phone.
"I just ran into..........and old friend."

Notes

I will try to get chapter 3 up soon!