Angel || h.s.

Chapter 6

***Harry's POV***

"Hey, I'll be right back. I'm going to go use the restroom." I told the guys after taking a picture with two fans.

"Wait," Liam grabbed my arm. "Take Paul with you."

I rolled my eyes.

There are cameras and security guards everywhere and all the fans that are backstage are in that one room.

I'm pretty sure I can go to the restroom by myself.

"I can take care off myself. I'm not 5 years old, you know." I said shaking him off me and walking away.

"Just in case," he said.

"I'll be fine." I called as I pushed against the side door and left the room.

Soon I reach the restroom. I sighed in relief as the door closes behind me.

Honestly, I just wanted some alone time.

I can't stop thinking about that girl in the audience.

I've been trying not to think about her but I couldn't concentrate on not thinking about her with all the noise and commotion. All that screaming and so many people talking to me at once distracted me from trying not to think about her.

Does that make any sense?

No?

Great. Now I'm driving myself crazy.

And I have a huge headache.

Ugh. Damn it.

WHY CAN'T I JUST LET THIS GO?!

I don't even know why this is bothering me.

All I know is that I feel bad.

I don't know why I feel bad.

I just . . . do . . .

I ran my fingers through my curls and sighed.

If only I could just see her one more time. Then I would be able to let this go.

I don't know why.

Right now I don't know a lot of things.

Stupid emotions.

Why do they have to be so complicated?!

Right now there's only one thing I'm absolutely sure of.

I NEED to see her again.

Just see if she's okay. And make sure she wasn't hurt or anything.

But I didn't see her back in the room with all the other fans we were meeting today. So I doubt that would happen.

Sigh.

I look up and see my reflection in the restroom mirror.

Hi me.

I didn't even have to use the restroom. It was just an excuse so that I could get away from all that noise.

Probably should be heading back.

I leave the restroom and start to make my way down the hall.

"Shiz!"

I freeze.

What was that? There's no one around.

Maybe it came from someone in the restroom?

Nah. I didn't see anyone in the restroom.

Maybe there's a ghost in the restroom.

So a restroom is talking to me?

Have I gone mad?