Ava&Harry

Ava’s POV

“That’s what makes you beautiful!” Harry sang the last line of What Makes You Beautiful. I probably looked like a mess from jumping and screaming for the past few hours.

The concert was amazing!

“Thanks for coming guys!” Liam Payne said to the audience.

“Bye!” They all chorused in unison, waving before running off stage. Except, Niall did his high jump before exiting.

Oh, how I love them!

I felt the long and wavy tendrils of hair on my face. I knew it was going to happen, my hair never stayed in a messy bun. I loved my hair, I really did. I found the shade of brown quite lovely, it made my pale skin better then it really was.

It is time to head home, sadly. It was a dream to be noticed by them, and for them to actually know of my existence. However, I am not that lucky.

“Ava! Ava, c’mon! We have to wait outside for my mother!” Julie, my best friend shrieked in m ear. I did not blame her though. If she did not yell, I would not have heard her.

“Fine, let’s go then, babe.” I yelled back, into her ear. Our relationship was very interesting. We were more like sisters then anything; we had no shame with one another.

We slowly got into the hallway of the arena. It took about twenty minutes, because of the to many fan girls.

“Maybe they will notice us..” Julie said, quietly. I knew how well that would go.

Note the sarcasm.

Julie would just be silent, while I would be all-defensive. Even though I love them with a burning passion, I do not have good history with boys. My first reaction is to be a total bitch.

Julie and I were leaning against a concrete wall of the arena. It was actually almost deserted because most girls went to stand by the exit, or went out the front exit. Us? We were standing by the side exit.

There was a slight pounding of running footsteps. “What’s that?” Julie asked me, as she glanced up. I did not even look I had no interest.

Do not worry, I am a Directioner. I just do not understand how girls try to attack them.

“A-Ava…” Julie stuttered out, as I noticed the running footsteps came to a stop. I saw a pair of white converse in front of me.

Those were not Julie’s shoes.

“Who the- Oh…” I muttered out, realizing it was THE Harry Styles. It was not a hard thing to figure out who it was. His face was recognizable, as well was his hair underneath his head. His curls were still visible.

Even with his ‘disguise’ of wearing sunglasses, and a hood. It was not working.

“Uh, Hello, I’m Harry Styles.” Harry said slowly. I felt like laughing, he really was a slow talker. But for some reason, I was not as happy as I though I would be.

“Um, what are you doing here?” I asked confused, and slightly annoyed. Julie was, as I predicted, silent.

“What’s your name, love?” Harry asked, ignoring my question. Obviously, his reason must be some secret.

“Ava.” I simply said, and pulled out my iPhone 4S. I had to check if I had any new texts. Harry Styles could wait.

I suddenly felt my phone leaving my own hands. I looked up into his eyes, or what I thought were his eyes. However, he was typing on my phone, completely focused. His curls hid his eyes.

It took Harry about a minute before he handed my phone back.

“My numbers in your phone. I texted myself.” Harry said, as if it was normal. I was speechless, not once did any boy just give me his number without asking for mine… Or anything!

“Nice to meet you Ava. I have to go now. Text me later, love!” Harry said, as he jogged back to where ever he came from.

“Bye, Harry!” I called, back still surprised.

*

It was the next. On all of those One Direction Update accounts, on Twitter they were talking about me. Just, they did not know it was I. I was the girl Harry asked for her phone number. Only, the public does not have their story straight.