Backdoor Passes
Meating the boys
We were ushered past security, there were people everywhere scrambling to clean the evidence from show. We trudged past confetti and looked up at people zig zagging around the backstage with clipboards and headsets. Finally, were were shadowed towards the dressing room, on the door it said One Direction. We both held our breath as the door edged open...
I looked in, Harry's dimples where glowing as he smiled behind a glass of scotch, Zayn was deep on his phone, his brown eyes illuminated by the screen. Niall and Louis made beeline toward us, hands extended in an awkward friendliness we didn't know how to deal with. The dressing room was a luxury we'd never known. Plush couches with strawberries and cream along wth a stocked bar,
Liam extended a drink toward us. "Is this alcohol?", I managed to spit out, "yeah, if you don't want it there's an orange juice in the fridge too". His accent was thick, I smiled not really knowing what he was saying, but his broad smile said it all. We were in daze. We were both intoxicated with their mere presence, we took the drinks and I begin to sip sheepishly on the long neck of the beer they'd offered me. My sister began to look drowsy, "there's a bedroom upstairs if you want to put her to bed".
I took her upstairs to a beautiful room with a ready-made bed and a full length mirror and gave her a quick kiss on the head.
As i exited the room Harry stopped me. "You're so sweet with her", he cooed.
"I-- ahh, well.. she's my little sister".
"That's cute" he said with a smile.
He brushed a hand against my face.
He smelled like flowers and cigarettes and whiskey, he was something. It was something. Something I didn't know I needed.
"Come down stairs, the other guys are all really keen to get to know you." My heart skipped a beat. What could I possibly say to these beautiful people? My mind raced. He glided his palm around my waist and led me back to the dressing room.
