Little Freak {HS}

XIII - Hyperbole (part two) - Good Things

"Caroline.." Niall is the first to acknowledge our presence before his One Direction group making their way out of the stage and into the little access corridor behind it, immediately taking some steps away towards Caroline. But just as immediately, I take my place in front of her and send him a challenging look.

And he better fear accepting the challenge because no one here would like to see whatever is controlling my temper break. The others saw us too by now, but keep chatting a few feet from us, seeming indifferent to the fact they are playing so dirty and low.

"What are you doing?!" I question loudly to whoever might think they should answer.

"What you are obviously not." Tomlinson ends up being the one, talking impatiently. If the fact that he's here isn't enough to boil the blood in my brain, he also almost scolds me and my action of having disappointed my own crowd. "You're lucky we were here and entertained them a little until you decided to show up once and for all!"

"Shut up! I saw our name scratched and yours over it. You're stealing our show!" I shout back at him and his attempt of making me the one who acted poorly. I saw our announcement for today's concert on the board, on my way here. And if before I honestly pondered the chance of them just entertaining our crowd, the way the names were changed gave me the confirmation for how unrealistic that first thought actually was.

"Were you here to stop it?" Styles asks now, right beside Tomlinson, but doing it calmly as if enjoy the fact that he is managing to piss me off more than proving whatever point.

Have you wondered why I wasn't?, I was about to ask, for it wasn't quite my fault that I wasn't here sooner. But suddenly, louder chants come from the auditorium. "Well, would you look at that?" Styles speaks again in that same mischievous tone as "One D! One D!" is repeatedly heard in all the different voices calling them back to the stage.

"You go on. I'm going to smoke." Tomlinson tells his mates lowly just as he starts walking to pass me and Caroline and then away, apparently to go outside. I follow him briefly with my eyes and then turn my head back from it, only to find the others already walking up the stairs to return to where they came, without any other interjection.

"Brown, let's go." Caroline says in a quiet voice, nudging the sleeve of my sweater to leave this place. But I get away from it.

"No! This is our concert. They're the ones who need to leave." I tell her seriously, glaring at the entrance to the stage to come up with what to do. I take my steps there, glancing briefly to them taking their respective places and the crowd cheering more than ever as Styles tells them something at the microphone.

"I'm not going anywhere..." I add lower, as if reassuring myself of that, "At least not without my guitar." And with that, I'm making my way up the stage too, right towards the object I speak about, thankfully untouched on the support I left it earlier today, noticing how Caroline's piano was instead moved aside next to it.

Of course I'm immediately noticed, as the crowd changes to confused cheering, supposing that's what they must do, but also not that delighted to see it is me. I ignore it, my mind only now focused in placing my guitar around me.

I'm still not happy about the idea of leaving, because that's exactly what these guys want; to see me giving up and surrender to them. Uh, I feel like throwing up just at that thought, that's why I'm doing just the opposite. Because by the wondering disgusted gazes the band send me, I can't think of nothing else but of the mistake they're making for looking for trouble with me.

Styles steps away instinctively and unconsciously, as he watches me walking towards him, leaving the microphone free for me just like I want it to. Everyone goes silent, understanding by the band's reaction this was not planed at all, and for moments my pissed breathing is all that is heard through the speakers.