The One

I watched Amber leave the stadium so she didn't follow me to Harry's dressing room. All of a sudden a security walked up to me. My heart pounded so fast I thought I was going to pass out. He grew closer and closer, and I was scared more and more. When he stood directly in front of me. He was so big, it almost looked like he was on steroids; He wore a navy blue shirt that said 'SECURITY' on the front of it.
"Miss Mills?" He asked sternly.
"Yes?" I replied shyly. I was so afraid he was going to band me from the stadium, because I was there after everyone left.
"Mr.Styles told me to escort you to his dressing room." He replied politely. I felt like a ton of bricks was just lifted off of my shoulders, I was so relived. But then I remembered I had to face Harry again, and the weight back on.
"Oh...Uh....Yes, thank you. Just out of curiosity, is there other people in his dressing room?" I asked hoping he would have the right answer. "Whiteness's" I said under my breath.
"Well, he has a private dressing room, but usually Mr. Tomilson, Mr. Horan, Mr. Malik, and Mr. Payne hang around his dressing room quite often; because he has the best one Miss Mills." He replied so safisticated.
"Okay, thank you. Just wondering." I said trying to hide my disappointed reaction. "Oh and you can call me Chelsea."
"With pleasure mis- Chelsea. Right this way." He said while he escorted me back into the stadium. It looked so different without crazed fan girls yelling all of the 5 boys names. He helped me get onto the stage, since it was up to my waist. I looked around in awe with the giant stadium, imagining how many celebrities were discovered on that very stage.
"Chelsea, are you coming, Mr. Styles's dressing room is this way. He asked in concern.
"Oh, yes, sorry just got caught up." I said as I walked over to the security guard. He opened a door that was on the stage in the back. He walked down and helped me when we arrived at the bottom. Unlike upstairs, it was swarming with people celebrating. (probably because their biggest concert of the year was over).
"Mr. Styles dressing room is over here Chelsea." He said as he walked down a long hallway. As we walked down the hallway, I noticed four dressing rooms that said, Zayn Malik, Liam Payne, Louis Tomilson, Niall Horan, and, Harry Styles. My heart dropped as we approached the door.
"Here is his dressing room. I will leave you alone, have a good night Chelsea." He said before turning and walking away.
"Thank you!" I practically yelled back as he disappeared into the long dark hallway. this is it, just keep your cool, see what he wants then get the heck out of there. I thought to myself. I lifted my hand up and knocked lightly on the door. Then a low raspy voice spoke, and you could just tell who it was.
"Come in."

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