𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝒀𝒐𝒓𝒌 {𝑯.𝑺}

Chapter Four | Fangirls and Friendship

These people were nice.

That was the first thing that came to my mind after Alice dragged me along to mingle with our fan base.

Maybe my expectations were low due to the high school I went to and the family that I had, but I was pleasantly surprised to come in contact with people that were actually kind. People my age that wanted to know more about me; who looked me in the eye when I spoke and laughed at my jokes.

We only had an hour left before the doors opened and I couldn't help but bounce on the balls of my feet in excitement. I rubbed my hands against my jeans nervously, because the last time I was in attendance with a crowd this big was my college graduation. That energy definitely didn't match the one that all of us would be displaying tonight.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" One girl asked me. I couldn't remember her name, only that she was insanely beautiful with chocolate brown skin and gorgeous cheekbones. "Because when I told my boyfriend that I was coming here, he wasn't very happy. He doesn't like Harry all that much."

I giggled at that, "My exes didn't like him either."

None of my relationships were serious. They always ended around the six month mark-when it was time to meet each other's families and they realized how odd mine was, when they couldn't understand why I still took care of Aiden and my dad, instead of moving out like any other 24-year-old.

I was a busy girl, trying to juggle different obligations that most people my age didn't have. And that was off-putting to some men-even intimidating-because I simply had too much baggage for them.

"My boyfriend is in love with Harry," Another girl butted in. She smirked impishly. "If he wasn't dating me, I'm sure he'd happily try to marry-"

But her voice was drowned out with screams.

Adrenaline began to course through my veins, because all I could hear was crying and screaming and hysterical, "I love you so much, Harry!"

I was being pushed on and tugged, brushed to the side as numerous people ran for their life to get to him. My eyes bulged out of their sockets in disbelief.

Harry was here. Outside with numerous fans that had been waiting impatiently for his concert to start. He was surrounded by bodyguards, big burly men who were dressed in black and looked incredibly intimidating.

A human barricade had been formed of extra bodyguards, holding back any fans that got too close to the famous rockstar. Meanwhile, I couldn't help but stand frozen in my spot, completely in shock by all that was happening.

"Holy shit," Alice breathed beside me. "Let's try to get closer. I want a picture!" She began tugging me, pushing fans to the side like a madwoman. Some of them glared at her, cursing when tripping to the floor.

I apologized on my best friends behalf, sending them apologetic glances and trying to offer a helping hand. But Alice would yank me before I could do so, reminding me that we, "Had a mission to focus on." Before I knew it, we were in the very front of the crowd, only a few feet away from Harry.

I felt elbows and knees in my back; the side-effects of people losing their goddamn mind and desperately trying to move me aside. But I stood my ground, too mesmerized by him to allow anyone else to take this moment away.

For years I had wondered what it would be like to see him; to touch him and realize that he was real.

Harry's music got me through the worst times of my life. His interviews brightened my day, as well as leaked videos from his concerts. He was also the reason that my best-friend was constantly hanging off of my side, screaming her heart out like a maniac. So I was very thankful for him in this moment.

I couldn't help but feel relieved that Alice was the one that I decided to bring along. Sharing a night like this only seemed right with Alice. Not Aiden or one of my dance students. But the very girl that introduced me to Harry Styles in the first place; my best friend.

With the supervision of a bodyguard, he began making his way towards us, taking pictures and giving hugs to fans in an orderly fashion. Sometimes he would stop and have a short conversation with a few people, blushing cheekily and laughing. His eyes sparkled and those trademark dimples never left his face for a single moment.

I admired Harry from afar, completely captivated by his presence. Maybe if I was a girl with more confidence, I would have been able to call his attention or boldly ask for a hug. But I didn't quite have the opportunity to do that because out of the corner of my eye, something caught my attention.