All Again

CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
BECCA

Then.

I had just gotten to my messages folder, when once again, my phone was plucked from my hands.
Immediately I grabbed for it.
"Oh come on!"
"Nope. We don't have time for that." My friend Jennifer said, moving my phone out of the way and tossing it across the room. "Whatever boy you're talking too, can wait until your back in town."
I sighed. Now it was getting annoying. For the last two days my friends had kept my phone hostage and only allowed me to update my social media.
And that was exaggerating because most of the time they did it for me.
"I need to check my messages." I said impatiently.
"No. You need to get ready for the awards tonight." Kelsey said cutting in from across the room. She swiped my phone from the floor and placed it in her pocket. "We need to be headed there by one."
I really didn't want to go to the awards for the party- but I did miss Harry.
I felt like these last two days I had been going through deep withdraw and I was excited to see him- even if he wouldn't be right in front of me.
Though I was slightly frustrated I hadn't heard from him.
In the few times I had snuck my phone away, I had checked and hadn't received one message from him.
I understood he was busy, but he hadn't even checked to see how my birthday was going.
Now tonight he was in town, and we would be at the same place, but I was more than confident I wouldn't even get close to him. Even if I had miraculously got ahold of my phone and sent him a message, it would still be too tricky to see him.
Though I was looking forward to any glimpse I would get.
I stood from my place in the hotel, and looked back at my friends.
Kelsey and Jennifer were sorting through their luggage.
Brooke was downstairs, exploring. Hailey was doing her hair in the bathroom and Janine was taking a small nap in the bedroom.
We had spent the previous day shopping for dresses, so I had something to wear tonight, but I was the least artistic one in this group when it came to makeup so I was sure I would look a mess.
Plus I wasn't too excited to be wearing heels most of the night.
I had exhausted that gig last night, when the girls had decided to bring some boys back to our suite for a late night hotel party.
The girls had spent their night, drinking and dancing with weird guys, while I stayed in the corner, posing for one awkward shot photo and being encouraged to let loose.
I didn't even drink and the 'hot guy' they thrust on me, wasn't even cute.
He had nothing on the warm green eyes, sharp jawline, dark lashes and deliciously pink lips I had grown accustomed to being with the last few weeks.
As I thought of him now I could feel the slight butterfly bubbling in my stomach.
Man I missed him.
I decided to get in the groove and focus on getting beautiful for tonight.
"Okay," I said. "Who's doing my hair?" I asked.
Kelsey immediately stepped up, raising her hand and smiling.
"Let me. I've been making you beautiful since we were little kids."
Jennifer chuckled. "I'll get your outfit started."
I was appreciative that they were taking such good care of me, and was thankful for all they had done. So for the next hour, I let them work their magic and make me into a vixen that rivaled Megan Fox in her prime. I looked damn good, and it was a shame that all my sexiness would be wasted and not seen by Harry.
Or would it?
I decided to send him a quick text and let him know exactly who he had been missing.
So when Kelsey shimmed out of her jeans, and hopped in the shower, I swiped my phone and jumped to refill the 'ice bucket' for the mild drinks the girls were already consuming.
By then the girls were so excited and pumped to be going to the show, that they paid me no attention.
I grabbed the bucket and headed out into the hallway.
Going farther down the hall, I opened my camera and snapped off three quick pictures.
I examined each one- my face completely made up and foreign- and picked the best one.
I decided on a kissy face, with the caption "Good luck tonight. I miss you." and hit send.
I didn't really have time to wait for a response, but I delayed my trip by two extra minutes in case he texted back.
He didn't.
Defeated, I headed back in my room and hid my phone in my clutch for the night.
"Here Becca." Janine said shimming over to me and handing me a drink.
It was a shot glass with a clear liquid.
"To tonight and being 21."
I clinked my glass, and downed the harsh taste of Vodka. The action was met with cheers and even more excitement for tonight.
"Alright, ladies. Lets load up em' and go!" Janine clapped excitedly.
My friends began to gather their things, finishing up remaining shots, while I double checked my appearance and grabbed my clutch. I was anxious not only for tonight and a fun night with the girls, but a certain British hunk that I was hoping to see.
I didn't know where he was or what he was doing, but I couldn't wait to see him!
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We entered the MGM Grand Garden Arena almost two hours later, after delayed traffic, countless security checks and just way too much hassle for an award show.
Our hotels were literally five minutes apart, but it had taken us more than quadruple the time to get there.
I understood celebrities were famous and got the advantage, but I couldn't even imagine what Harry and his team had to go through as well.
As we took our seats inside, we were on the hunt for celebrities, though they were all far below us and ages away.
The red carpet was still alive and active and we had about a half hour until the actual show started.
As my eyes skimmed, I listened to the musings of my friends.
"I hear Taylor Swift is here."
"Of course she is, she's getting the top award."
"I wonder if JLO is here. She's my idol."
"No, Nick Jonas. He has been looking too good lately."
I ignored all of the whispers of my friends and kept scanning my eyes for a glimpse of that curly brown hair.
There weren't too many rockstars with his hair length so I was positive he would be easy to spot.
Yet not so much.
I had already snuck and checked my phone and saw he hadn't texted me back, so I was sure he was doing some semblance of his job and had to be there.
I was well aware of all the interviews and press he would need to do before the show; especially since they hadn't really done interviews since Zayn left.
Still I was curious to see him.
"Who are you waiting on Becca?" I heard suddenly. The voice of Hailey, my friend of six years, pulled me from my thoughts.
"What?" I asked turning to her.
"Who do you want to see?"
One Direction. Harry Styles. One Direction. Harry Styles.
"No one." I answered. "I'm only here for the performances."
My eyes continued to skim the bottom floor, but I just didn't see him.
Damn. Where the hell was he?
My friends kept talking amongst themselves, while I continued to scan, hearing the announcements that the show would be starting shortly.
As the lights finally dimmed starting the show, I felt gloomy. If I hadn't seen him in the half hour I had looked for him, then chances would be I wouldn't see him unless he won an award or when he presented with his group.
Had he seen my text?
Had he wrote me back?
Was he wondering where I was sitting in the same way I was?
Was he curious about what I had worn?
Did he want to see me after the show?
So many questions and thoughts traveled through my mind, that I barely paid attention as Taylor Swift's Bad Blood video was premiered and she opened the show.
Seconds later Van Halen took the stage, but I was checked out.
Every thought was Harry.
Was he looking at Taylor Swift his ex?
Was she on his mind?
Was I on his mind?
Did he like her dress?
Did he like her video....
Was I on his mind?
It didn't help that the first award given out for the night was 'Top Duo/ Group', and then, there he was!
I sat up immediately and with urgency when they were announced as winners.
"Oh my gosh!" Kelsey said beside me. "I totally met Harry a few months ago." she exclaimed as if everyone didn't already know. I blocked her out, and watched the screens waiting to see him.
I couldn't see them as they walked to the stage, because everyone was standing, but as soon as they made it, their faces were put on the big screen.
And then, there was my baby.
I smiled as my buddy Niall took the mic and spoke first.
I listened to him, but my eyes stayed glued to Harry.
He looked so good in his all black and in his celebrity element.
He also looked so unavailable.
It was hard to separate that man on stage, to the man whose bed I had shared two days earlier.
It was still so unreal and a hard pill to swallow.
Beside me, Kelsey was screaming and cheering at every word they said, while my other friends, watched in interest and smiled as they accepted their award.
However as quickly as they had arrived, they had disappeared and I was itching to text Harry.
I wanted so badly to say 'Congratulations!' and remind him that I was there. I could see him and in a strange way I wanted to let him know I was sharing the moment with him--but I would have sounded crazy and too forward.
So, I just settled back in my seat and waited for my next glimpse of him.
It didn't come for over an hour later, and by then, I had snuck and checked my phone five more times.
He. Still. Hadn't. Texted. Me. Back.
I now knew where he sat, and knew he wasn't doing anything besides watching the show. It wouldn't have exactly hindered him from responding.
So...then I got pissed.
He and his band won one more award about twenty minutes later, but by then I didn't even care. I hardly moved when he appeared on the screen and thanked everyone for coming to their shows and their support.
Maybe I was being a bit dramatic and overreacting, but it had already been two days since I had heard from him and now he was choosing to ignore me.
I crossed my arms, completely done with it.
At that point, I didn't even want to get a text back.
I just wanted to finish the night out with my friends and maybe pass out drunk somewhere.
Then he wouldn't be on my mind and I wouldn't feel so foolish.
Because I did.
I felt like the biggest idiot on the planet and I didn't like the feeling.
Once again that feeling in the month we didn't speak returned.
You don't mean that much too him.
You're just a fuck buddy.
"Lets go to a club after this." I said as the boys left the stage. My friends looked at me in surprise, but were completely down.
"You got it!"
For the non 21 crowds, we had fake IDS, and I had three more days until my birthday.
I reached in my purse, turned my phone off and handed it to Kelsey.
"Giving it up willingly huh?" she questioned giggling.
"I don't want to see it until tomorrow." I said seriously.
She smiled and took it from me agreeing.
Forget you Harry. You don't know what you are missing.
But someone else will.

Notes

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