Harry Styles Imagines

45 - The Concert

The Concert

                                                        They stand on the stage and live their dreams. I stand in the crowd living my dream as well, just a different kind of dream. My dream compared to theirs sounds simply ridiculous. Because my dream is to see five guys living their dreams. Weird, isn't it? It makes me happy when five boys, who I know so well but then again I don't know at all, are happy.

 I see them and this all I wished for. The boys who make my heart melt. The boys who can make me smile without even trying it. The band I dedicated the last years to. The band who changed my life and saved me.

 I scream my favourite's name loudly, full of hope he would hear me but I'm not the only one who is screaming. I hold up my sign higher, full of hope he would see it but I'm not the only one who is holding up a sign. I try to throw some bigger item on stage, full of hope he would notice it but again, I'm not the only one. It is impossible for me to make him see me but then again I'm already glad that I'm allowed to watch him.

 He comes to the edge of the stage. Standing right in front of my block. The screaming around me gets louder and my ears are ringing but I don't mind because I scream with them, making ears from other fans ring.

 Everyone tries to get his attention. And I smile. I find myself smiling, crying and laughing during the whole concert. But now my smile is even wider and so true because he is right in front of my block. I scream out my lungs to the song, jumping up and down with the girls around me. He looks into my direction and laughs. He is pointing at my sign and laughs. My heart goes faster and just this little gesture makes me as happy as I never was before.

 He still stands right in front of my block. Laughing, waving, singing.

 I will never forget this night. I will never forget this moment. The moment which was so short yet so incredible long and important to me, where he saw my sign and smiled at me. Because I know he knows that I exist. Maybe he will forget my face after the show but it makes me happy to know that he has seen it once. 

 And at the same time it makes me uncommonly sad because nothing happened like in all those imagines I have read. I'm not the girl he is dedicating the song to. I'm not the girl he is expecting to see backstage. I'm not the girl he is telling all his stories from tour. 

 I'm not the girl he is wrapping his arms around from behind and mumbling how much he loves her. And what makes me even more sad is no matter how hard I will try to get his attention, no matter how loud I will scream his name, no matter how many times I will tweet him and tell him how much I love him, no matter how often I will say thank you to them because all of them saved my life;

I will never get the chance to make him fall in love with me.