I don't know why I named this chapter Piers Of Crisps, please just go along with it.
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You've been in bed for two days, the only times you got out of bed was when you needed the toilet or you needed to get more food. You walked like a zombie, slow and unsteady. You were exhausted from being in bed too much but had no motivation to actually go out and socialize.
You were devastated when you found out that Harry Styles' concerts for London were already sold out by the time you turned on your laptop.
His concert was one day away. You rewatched all of the boy's show, hoping that you'll get to go and see one of them one day but it didn't help when all of their shows are sold out. Being at their concerts was the only time you could truly be yourself.
Tom always seemed to know when you were crying because he would always come to your house and comfort, telling you that you'll get the see the boys one day.
On the day of the concert, things were about different. Your room was dark, your curtains were pulled closed blocking the sunlight from entering.
You had your duvet tucked under your chin. Tears were stained on your cheeks, some still wet on your pillows. You had your phone of your chest as you watched the video of Harry's and Niall's concerts from the previous night.
When Tom opened the door to your room, you had about six bags of crisps on your bed with some pieces of broken crisps next to your chin and your duvet. There were bunches of tissue balls on your bed every time Tom walked in. You were a lazy mess.
"Holy shi-. Y/n is that you?" Tom flicked the light on and began to walk to your bed. He sat on the edge, placing his rough hands on your duvet covered thighs.
You let out a small cry before you answered, "yeah.."
Tom smiled at your pouty lips and chuckled quietly to himself.
"Get out of my room." You whined, throwing the crisps at him jokingly.
"You should get out of your room, you've been in here for a while." Tom pulled the duvet away from your body, dragging along the bags of crisps and your phone in the process.
"Why would I go outside just to make myself more sad by seeing the signs of the concerts." You turned onto your stomach, burying your face into the soft white pillows. "Not going out of my room unless I'm going to the concert." You mumbled to yourself like a brat.
"That's exactly where I'm taking you." Tom spoke so casually you thought he was lying.
"What?" Your head lifted itself from the pillow. Just a second later, you sat up from the bed and stared into Tom's eyes.
"I give you three seconds to get out of bed." Tom stood up from your bed, waiting for your respond.
Your eyes bored into Tom's as you looked at him in disbelief. Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest.
"One.. two... thre-" you shot out of our bed and went straight to the closet.
As you choose your outfit, tears of joy began to slip down your cheeks. Your dream was coming true.
"Hold on, you don't even have the tickets." You turned around with clothes in your hands.
"Yes I do. I went on twitter and found a girl who was selling her tickets." Tom shrugged his shoulders with his crossed arms.
You squinted your eyes, sending Tom suspicious looks. "What?" Tom laughed.
"This better not be a lie, I swear if this is your way of getting me out of my room."
"Trust me on this, Y/n."
"I'm sorry." You apologizes quietly, "it's just too good to be true." You locked the bathroom door and began to get to ready.
Summertimes and butterflies all belong to your creation
You finally felt like you fit in with the people around in. People were singing to Olivia as they all waited for Harry to come on stage.
"From now on, call me Olivia." You told Tom after you sang the rest of the songs with your second family.
"I like Y/n better." Tom sat down onto the chairs that were set into rows.
After the opening act was done, Only Angel began to play. The lights dimmed.
You saw Harry's silhouette. Your hands began to shake. Everything was too good to be true. It felt like your heart was going to fall out of your chest as soon as Harry began to sing. You didn't know why you were nervous. The fan began to sing along to the lyrics as your idol danced around the stage.
Tom noticed your nervous behavior. His eyes landed on your shaking hands. Without thinking he reached out and wrapped his fingers around your hand. Your hand was sweaty but Tom didn't mind, he just wanted you to have fun.
You turned around to look at Tom, surprised that he was actually holding your hand. Glancing down at your interlocked hands, you gave Tom a shy smile as the color of roses tinted your cheeks.
The boys and the girls are here. I mess around with him and I'm okay with it
Tom continued to hold your hands, changing sides once his hand get sweaty.
As you guys waited for Harry to come down to the B stage, Tom rested his chin on your right shoulders. You blushed when you felt his chest against your back.
Being careful not to hurt anybody, you reached your hand over the barrier, allowing the rainbow flag to hang down your hands, hoping that Harry would take it and he did since you were near the big stage.
You screamed so much, you began to lose your voice by the end of If I Could Fly.
"Having fun?" Tom wrapped his arms around your waist as if you were together.
As Harry began to talk to his fans, you turned to Tom and gave him a half confused look, glancing at his arms that were still around you.
Tom loosen his grip around your waist, coughing quietly. You grinned at his action and nodded, putting his arms back around you. Before Tom move his attention back to Harry, he let out a sigh of relief, grinning to himself.
"Thank you." You leaned back into Tom.
"Hm?" He hummed.
"I said thank you." You yelled, turning around so you could see his face.
"What?" At this point you couldn't tell if he was serious or not but it was loud in the arena.
Obviously.
You pecked his lips instead of answering. Pulling away you grinned to yourself. Under the dark, Tom's cheeks turned crimson red, his heart basically skipped down to his tummy, giving him butterflies.
As Harry began to sing another song, Tom leaned down for another kiss. As you guys kissed a flash interrupted you guys. In between the barriers, you saw a girl with blonde hair standing there with a camera in her hands, grinning happily at you guys.
A few days later the fans found out that you and Tom were together at the concert because of the picture the girl took. She was Harry's official photographer and she posted it on her photography account. Thanks to Helene, you guys didn't have to explain much to the fans.
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The first part of this imagine is me.
Once again, sorry if this isn't good. Slowly getting my motivation back.
