The boy next door|| H.S

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"Thank you for coming here. Remember, Be a lover. Chose love, give love, love everyone always. See you soon!" He stepped off stage and handed one of the roadies his white guitar and walked his way over to me.

"So.... did you like the show?" Nervousness in his voice. He looked at me waiting for a reply. I nodded my head and smiled.

"Of course, it was great. I'd never be able to do that. Perform in front of so many people." He laughed and nodded. He took my hand and started guiding us back to his dressing room.

"I get it, it's not for everyone. But it's the best feeling ever. You step one foot on stage and it gives you the best adrenaline ever. Like you rule the world." I sat back down on the couch while I looked at Harry talking of his suit jacket and unbutton his shirt. He took some clothes that we're hanging next to his vanity and a towel.

"So I was thinking that maybe after I shower you'd like to go eat something? I'd love to get to know you more.... speaking of getting to know you more, I never got your name." I blushed, I can't believe the Harry styles wants to get to know me.

"It's Esmé Chastain." He smirked at me.

"You're French?" I nodded, he laughed. "Cute."