Watching him walk away. Me and anna stand there in silence trying to get over what just happened. He actually threw a t-shirt at me without saying a word... WHAT!! We give it 5 minutes to realise he isnt coming back, so we slowly go to the exit where my mom was in the car waiting for us outside.
Before my mom can get a word in, i burst out with everything thats just happened to us.
Mom: 'Babes thats what they have to do, youre their fans!'
Me: 'But mom... it was different! He didnt do it to anyone else!'
Anna: 'It was crazyyyy!!'
Mom: 'If you say so...'
Anna: 'Have you looked at whats on the t-shirt yet Kiyah?'
Me: 'Ermmmm no'
Anna: 'Can i?'
Me: 'Sure!' I chuck it over the back seat not thinking anything of it.

Anna: 'Oh my. god. KIYAH, IT HAS HIS NUMBER ON IT'
Mom: 'WHAT?!'
Me: 'Mom chill, she's joking'
The t-shirt slaps me in the face, as much as i didnt believe her, i tangle and turn trying to open the white shirt he threw at me... -Text me sometime beautiful :-) 07789 444539-
Me: 'Mom.. Its on here.'
Mom: 'Right. Now you're having me on!!'
Leaning over, she see's the writting.
Mom: 'Wow Kiyah, you've done good!'

Over excited we pull up ouside Anna's house,
Anna: 'You had better be in school tomorrow. Let me know what you text him saying!!!'
Me: 'I will be, and i will!!! Bye!'
Its a silent drive down the road to my house from Annas, im just so happy. Im still shook up. Finally pulling on our drive, i get out, walking through the front door heading up stairs straight to my room.
Mom: 'Kiyah darling. Come here a moment'
I walk to the top of the stairs,
Me: 'Yeah mom?'
Mom: 'Be careful with what youre doing with this lad. You've heard plenty of storys about him. I dont want you publicly humiliated by him.'
Me: 'Its fine mom, i just want friendship! He seems cool'
Mom: 'If you say so sweetie...'
I smile, walking into my bedroom. I lied to my mom, i want more than friendship. Hes perfection, i want him! What shall i text him?!

It took me an hour to send the first text! It is now 10pm, I came up with a crap one, but im sure he wont mind! I save his number in my phone, and quick send before i changed my mind.
To: Harry
*Hey harry.. Its the girl you chucked your t-shirt at tonight at the end of the concert. Thank you for giving me your number! I'm Kiyah :-) xxxx*

I wait anxiously for a reply...

It comes to 12.30am, i should be in bed by now, school tomorrow, and still no reply. I feel like a knob. Fake number? or just a pure laugh for him and the lads? I dont know... My door opens.
Dad: 'What are you still doing up?'
Me: 'Erm.. Cant sleep?'
Dad: 'You waiting for a reply of that famous lad or something?'
Me: 'Oh mom told you then?'
Dad: 'Ofcourse she did. Get to bed, sixth form tomorrow.'
Me: 'Suppose so. Night daddio!'

Even though im nealry 18, im never too old to give my daddy a cuddle! He leans in a kisses my forehead, turning my light off behind him. I climb into bed, hating myself right now.