A/N
Just a reminder because I know wattpad has been being weird so if you missed it, don't forget to read the previous chapter I posted a few days ago. Enjoy xx

The month of June passed by so quickly, I didn't even notice. I feel like my whole life has just been put on pause and I'm living another, waiting for someone to push that play button.

I mean, never would I have thought that I could travel the entire European continent in two months! Never would I have thought I'd travel Europe, period.

But I've adjusted. I'm getting used to this life. To be honest, it's really fun to be a part of. Exploring countries, meeting new people...everything is just amazing.

Though there are some down sides. It sucks that the person I want to experience all of this with has to keep his distance while we're in public. We can't go out, we can't be seen together outside of hotel rooms and the tour bus, basically we can't do anything that would wound us being caught by a fan or press.

It makes me feel guilty in a way because I feel like I'm being selfish. I'm the reason why we can't be normal best friends in the public eye because I'm scared that I won't be able to cope with the baggage that comes with being connected to Harry.

Does that make me a bad person? A bad friend maybe?

Why don't you just take my birth certificate and change my name to Chicken? Seems fitting doesn't it?

After what happened in Spain a few weeks ago, I've been on edge all the time...looking over my shoulder, keeping an observant eye, thanking myself for being so 'ancient' that I don't have any social media whatsoever. That day, I was able to handle the situation in a way so that it doesn't get out, all while playing it cool in front of Harry but on the inside, my anxiety skyrocketed through the roof.

I told myself that, that was the last time that I was ever going to listen to any idea that comes from the death trap named Harry Edward Styles.

It all started after having breakfast with Harry that morning, like we usually did when we're staying in the hotel...according to Harry, 'our thing', and Niall came by our hotel room and asked if he could 'borrow' Lily for a few minutes.

It has been a few hours...she didn't come back yet.

So I decided that for once, I'm wasn't to roam around the lonely hotel room like I've been doing for the past couple of weeks and go outside, get some fresh air, explore the beautiful city.

I remember abuela coming back from a trip she took to Spain a few years ago. She went on about it for an entire week. The stories she told about the memories she made here were so enticing and exciting so I wanted to make my own. Alone.

That is, until Harry barged in as I was about to leave the hotel room.

Flashback

"Let's go explore!"

"I thought you were playing FIFA with Niall" I pointed out, grabbing my phone and purse and putting it into my cross-body bag.

"I was. It's Louis and Zayn's turn" he explained before whining "Now come on! Let's go explore the city of Madrid!"

"Haven't you already been to Spain, Harry?" I asked, a bit confused.

He nodded with a smile "Just not with you"

I look down, biting my lip to control the smile at his words and say "Well I was actually thinking of checking out the art gallery and then the main square..."

"Alright then! Let's go! I'll just get Paul and then we can-"

"Actually" I cut him off "I'm going alone"

His face drops "What?!"

I let out a defeated sigh and try to explain "Harry. You know you can't go out there together without security and we can't go out there without being photographed by someone"

His sad expression turns into one of determination "We won't"

I scoffed "Oh please Harry!"

But he doesn't back down, determined that he's leaving the hotel with me "We. Won't" then his eyes lit up and he instructs mysteriously "Just wait here, don't leave without me"

About an hour passed before there was a knock on the door again. Figuring it was just Harry, I wipe my sweaty palms on my jeans, pick up my bag and room key and head for the door.

But the person standing outside the door wasn't Harry.

It was Harry...dressed in a green and white track suit with the hoodie over his head, a pair of Ray bans stood on the bridge of his nose, covering his eyes and last but not least...a handlebar moustache hanging from his top lip.

If it weren't for the smile that accompanied it, I wouldn't have guessed this was Harry at all.

"Where did you get that?" I ask, biting my lip trying to hold in my laughter threatening to burst out.

"Ahhhh, you like?" he says in an Italian accent, twirling one of the upturned ends between his fingers.

I burst out laughing when his eyes widen as it drops to the floor.

He picks it up and I watch amused as he tries to stick it back on. He sends me a toothy grin once he gets it back on and I shake my head, smiling and linking our arms.

"Alright Luigi, let's get going before your moustache decides he wants to run away again"

"He won't be doing anymore of that" he says confidently as we step into the elevator.

"And why is that?" I ask with an amused smile.

"Because I gave him a serious talking to before we left the hotel room"

We glance at each other shortly before I let out a snort at his words.

We glance at each other again in silence but then Harry's lips purse under the moustache to hide his amusement.

We side glance at each other, this time not being able to hold in our laughter as one side of the moustache unsticks and dangles from his upper lip.

Getting out of the hotel and actually seeing Spain for the first time was the best decision I'd made all day.

Okay, I lied.

Letting Harry come with me was the best decision I made all day. There was something so special about seeing it through his eyes. He pretended to be my own personal Italian tour guide, showing me all the places we visited the last time he came to Spain.

Of course, I took every opportunity I could to tease him about being an Italian tour guide in a Spanish country and mocked his fake accent but the truth is, I found it so endearing how he made the experience so that I enjoyed it, so that I'd want to do it again...so that I'd remember it.

We were making new memories. Not that we wanted to forget the ones we had before but sometimes, you need the new ones to forget the bad ones.

By the time he decided that we should probably get something to eat, considering we missed lunch, my feet were sore and I was tired.

We were walking for hours, not that it wasn't worth it but I felt like my feet would fall off if I walked anymore.

"C'mon, let's go. I'm starving!" he whined.

I let out a tired groan, shaking my head continuously with a pout "I can't go any further..."

I hear him let out a defeated huff before sighing "Alright. Hop on"

What?

I give him a puzzled look as he bends his knees and points to his back.

"Harry, I'm not getting on your back" I say but my actions contradict as my growling stomach takes over my motions, moving my feet towards him and wrapping my arms loosely around his neck as he brings each of my legs to his sides.

"Oh god" I mutter and hide my face in his neck as he stands up straight and tightens his grip on my legs.

Oooh he smells sooo good!

"So much for not getting on my back eh?" he teases.

"Well it was either this or stay hungry. Which one would you choose?" I say, trying not too look down.

"Fair enough" he nods as he starts walking.

"Harry" I raise my head up from where it was "what are you doing?" I ask panicked as he starts moves faster, almost jogging.

"Going to get food" I hear him say as he picks up speed and my stomach lurches.

Oh god, I think I'm going to be sick.

"People are staring" I stated, feeling eyes turning to watch us weirdly as we passed by.

I mean, who wouldn't when they see a guy with a moustache hanging on by the thread running through the streets like a madman with a girl on his back.

"Don't you ever want to live on the wild side for a bit, love?" He yells over his shoulder so that I could hear him.

"This isn't living on the wild side!" I yelled back "This is a recipe for road kill!" and all he does is laugh.

I'm telling you, one of these days, my paranoia will prove them wrong.

He ended up stopping in front of a cute little cafe.

"You're a death trap, Harry" I say as he gently and slowly sets me back on the ground.

"Then what's your excuse?" he counters and my jaw drops to the floor in offense.

It's only just occurred to me that even though they made absolutely no sense and were unnecessary half the time, I missed bantering with him. A lot.

We both agreed, just to cautious but more to put my mind at ease, that we'd sit at the back table, where we couldn't be seen.

While we were waiting for the waitress to come back with our orders, I felt as though someone was watching us.

I turned my head to look around the small cafe, trying to find the source. There wasn't a lot of people in here so it didn't take a genius to realise that it was the girl by the cashier. And she's wearing a One Direction t-shirt.

"Harry" I gritted, trying to not draw too much attention.

"What did I do this time?"

"Fix your moustache" I said simply, barely moving my lips.

"What?" he asks confused, not noticing the girl at the cashier.

"Harry, fix that god damn moustache before I do" I gritted through my teeth, flashing the girl a fake smile when she narrowed her eyes in speculation.

"But it's so itchy..." he complained and I shoot him a quick glare "alright, ok!"

My internal panic started the second she started walking over to our table.

Crap.

"¡Hola!" she greeted and my eye twitched. I see Harry about to open his mouth, no doubt to return her greeting but my foot attacks his shin before he can utter a word "Ow!" he winces.

"¡Hola! ¿Cómo puedo ayudarte?" I try to return her bubbly greeting while my anxiety threatens to boil over. (Hello! How can I help you?)

I knew this was a bad idea.

"No,no. Es solo que tu amigo se ve exactamente como Harry Styles" she eyes Harry suspiciously while he pulls the hoodie closer to his face and I have to mentally facepalm myself.
(No, no. Its just that your friend looks just like Harry Styles)

The King of Subtle everybody!

"¿Quien lo? ¡No!" I exclaim then gulp as she watches me expectantly, as if needing further proof that he's not who she says he is "Es...uh" I stammer, trying to find him a name. He looks up at me from under his lashes and the first thing I see is the moustache "Bigote !"

(Who him? No! He is...uh, Moustache!)

A/N : Bigote is moustache in Spanish.

She squints at me "Se llama Bigote? De Verdad?" (His name is Moustache? Really?"

Who the hell is this girl? Olivia Benson? Jeez...give me a break.

"I mean- um su apodo? " Is that the right word, I'm a bit rusty "Su apodo es Bigote, su nombre es uh " I look at him for help but he just has a clueless look on his face. Of course he understands anything we're saying. Note the sarcasm "Su nombre es Luigi"

(I mean- um his nickname? His nickname is Moustache, his name is uh... his name is Luigi)

She watches between Harry and I with an unreadable expression. I decide to make this more believable to her.

"Es un poco tímido" I gesture for her to come closer and with my best sad expression, I tell her "Él tiene haphephobia" she gasps in shock "Ah sí, tiene miedo de ser tocado...es terrible! "

(He's a bit shy. He has Haphephobia. Ah yes, he has a fear of being touched...it's terrible!)

Harry owes me big time for this. I'm lying straight through my teeth and this girl actually believes what I'm saying. Haphephobia. I've never heard such thing until Lily told me about it. To anyone who my suffer with this condition, I sincerely apologize. It was the first thing that came to mind, I swear! I was panicking!

"Eso es tan triste" she frowns looking at Harry with concern. He watches her a bit confused and nudges my knee with his but I ignore it.
(That's so sad)

She apologises for her earlier assumption and tells me that her name is Elena but I wave it off, telling her that it happens all the time. After she leaves, I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding.

"What just happened?" he leans forward and asks quickly.

"Nothing much" I shrugged indifferently "Just agreed to help Elena plan her wedding after I told her that I'm a match maker and that she was the perfect match for my client" he furrows his eyebrows and frowns at me "And you wouldn't believe who I told her my client was!"

"Who?!"

"You."

"What?!" his eyes widen so big and his jaw falls open "You did what?!"

End of Flashback

Let's not even talk about the unexpected video call I received, while I was sleeping...and let me tell you, I wish I hadn't heard the sound of my phone ringing, otherwise I wouldn't have answered it. If there was anything I could've done to disappear from that call, I would've.

I remember it like it was yesterday...

Flashback
A familiar annoying ringtone slowly draws me out of sleep. Suddenly it stops before I could figure out what it was. I snuggle closer into Harry's chest, relishing the feel of his hard muscles and soft skin against mine, his slowed rhythmic breathing pulls me back into slumber.

Then the noise comes back.

"Oi! Answer your fooking phone before I come there and answer it for ya!"

Only because I know Louis is being absolutely serious since it's my phone that woke him up, I wiggle out of Harry's grip and reach for the phone.

My eyes squint at the bright light from the phone screen and my face frowns in confusion.

Why the hell is abuela calling me during the middle of the night? And a video call too?

I tap the green button to answer just as I see a disoriented Harry rise up next to me. As I wait for the call to connect, I hear his deep, raspy voice voice laced with sleep ask "what's going on?"

I go to reply but I get cut off by-

"MIA!!" her voice sings loudly "Mialita, mi nieta!"

Oh god.

My eyes bulge out of my head at the sight of my grandmother in a bathing suit, under the fiery sun shinning down on her tan skin. The sound of the waves crashing upon the shore in all of it's oceanic blue beauty almost made me jealous.

But what had me really shocked was the colour of her hair. I felt like I was looking at a different person.

"Abuela...did you dye your hair?" I asked in shock, bringing the phone closer to my face to get a good look at her hair.

Oh my god. She went from grey to brunette!

"Ay, sí!" she exclaims excitedly with her thick Spanish accent, where any word beginning with 's', she pronounces it with an 'e' before the 's' and 'y' is pronounced like a 'j' "You like it?"

"It's uh, it's nice?" I reply a bit distracted trying to figure out where she is this time and holding in my laughter at Harry's shocked face, staring at my grandmother.

I mouth at him to remain quiet, knowing if abuela found out that I was with him, she might go crazy. She's been waiting for this day since the day my mother decided to marry Simon.

He shakes his head in denial and hisses in my ear "That is not your grandmother, it can't be!"

"Mija?" I jump at the sound her voice, turning my attention back to the phone screen, only to be met with an eye staring back at me, as though it's looking through a magnifying glass "¿Quién ese?" then she gasps, moving her one eye from the camera, letting me see her excited smile "¿Es ese un chico que veo?"

And...She saw him.

"No! There's no boy here-" I push Harry's head away from the camera while he laughs to himself.

"- MIA?! YOU HAVE A NOVIO!"

WHAT?!

"Wait, what?" she ignores me, perfectly content with the idea that I have a boyfriend "No! I don't have a boyfriend!"

But she just sings over my voice "Mia has a novio! Mia has a novio! El sol is burning my skin but I don't care cuz Mia has a novio!"

Now this is just plain embarrassing and Harry seems to be relishing that fact. I just know he's going to use this against me at some point.

At this point, she was starting to get louder and I didn't want to wake the others because that would be inconsiderate, knowing my grandmother would wake up the entire bus, plus the other bus and the street dwellers outside.

"Abuela...hold on for a second" I whisper into the phone, crossing over Harry, who watches with an amused smirk at my struggling to get over his long legs, to get off the bed.

"¿Qué? No puedo escucharte. I'm getting older and so is my hearing. I'm going deaf, Mia! Deaf! So hablar alto" Says the same woman who's in a bathing suit on the beach wearing a full face of makeup...somewhere. Thinking about it now, I've never seen her without makeup in my entire life. Huh.

I press my finger over the speaker so that the rest of her ranting isn't heard by anyone on the bus as I move to the exit. The street dwellers won't die for a few minutes of sleep, they'll survive.

"Abuela, I don't have a boyfriend" I said firmly once I reached outside the bus, shivering slightly from the cold.

Jeez it's cold I thought to myself just as I feel someone put a thick coat over my shoulders. I turn around to see Harry standing behind me in a hoodie and a big grin on his face. I send him a grateful smile and shake my head at how easily he makes me smile.

"Then who is the boy?" she asks curiously but then gasps and adorns a stern look "Mija I raised you to be better than this. Where es tú cabeza? A puta? No! I will not have a puta in mi familia. No!"

I facepalm myself at her insinuation and elbow Harry's side as he started laughing "I'm not a puta, abuela. I'm not sleeping around. It's just Harry"

An awkward silence follows as she processes my words "Harry?" I nod "As in...Harry Edward Styles?" I nod again "As in the little cute boy from across la calle who ran around with his diapers on his head?" I burst out laughing, nodding at the same time as Harry's face turns red in embarrassment.

She gasps, in Cuban telenovela fashion "Why didn't you tell me sooner?! Let me see him!"

I angle the phone so that not only am I in the camera view but now Harry as well. He waves awkwardly at the phone with a shy smile.

"You're so handsome! And so grown up now! Ay Dios Mio,I can't squeeze your chubby cheeks anymore!" He blushes in response.

"I told her, you know? I told her that you two were-"

All of a sudden, she looks away from the screen to something in front of her. A mischievous smile slowly makes its way onto her face and the sound I never thought I would ever way come out of my grandmother's mouth sounds through the air.

Yes...abuela just cat called somebody.

"What is she doing?" Harry asks in curiosity. I shrug in response "Only she knows what she's doing but one thing I do know is that whoever the person is, better start running...fast"

"I see a fine piece of real estate and I'm going to get me some land" I hear her mumble to herself.

My god.

She turns the camera around so now we have a full view of the beach she's on. Until the sight of a tall, tanned, buff boy with slicked-back black hair walks in her direction.

Oh no.

"Mia!" she calls "Meet Philip"

Philip waves at the camera with an uncomfortable smile on his face "Nice to meet you"

"Uh you too? This is my friend Harry" I gesture towards Harry who feels just as awkward as me "Hello"

"He's nice, isn't he?" she says but it sounded contorted due to the strong breeze blowing wherever she is. Wait for it...

"I'm thinking of making him your new grandfather"

Harry chokes on his laughter behind me, my body tingling at the vibrations from his chest against my back.

"Abuela No! No! Leave that boy alone!"

She ignores me.

"Oh Philip! Come take a stroll with me!"
End of Flashback

Other than that, everything has just been normal these past couple of weeks. Well...as normal as they could get with these five.

I've even fallen into a new routine. If we stay in a hotel, my day starts off with the sight of Harry's shinning emeralds smiling back at me as he attempts to get me off the bed. Then we spend the rest of the morning together at breakfast, sometimes with Lily, and if he's free before sound check then I know I have him all to myself because he literally never leaves me to be by myself unless he's absolutely needed, whether it be a radio interview, or writing and recording with Julian or whatever the hell superstars do.

Then after the show, we retreat to our rooms to shower and freshen up and then surprisingly, I always find myself seeking up to his room in the middle of the night, just so I can I lay next to him.

Same thing when we're staying on the bus except he comes over to my bunk with his IPod but we still fall asleep the same way. Right in each other's arms.

On a side note, Julian and the other writers have managed to keep our arrangements on the wraps. I sneak out to the venue while the show is going on and sneak back in during the encore.

Not gonna lie, but it's becoming a bit tedious for me. The truth is also eating me alive. I laugh and talk with them on a daily basis. I've connected with them in a way I never thought I could, it's almost like a sibling connection between us. Yet here I am lying to their faces.

I've even gotten to the point where I'm not sure that I want to do this anymore. It doesn't make me feel good about myself in any way possible. Lily says that I can stop whenever I want, that I'm not bound by contract and I'm doing them a favour but it just doesn't feel right for me to just...leave them hanging.

I should've never gotten involved in the first place.

Which brings me to today. We're all in the dressing room, just chilling. I'm doing Louis' hair while Lily has Calum.

"-I'm just saying, people who pour their milk first are weirdos" Louis shrugs.

Niall and Liam are in the middle of a heated Subway Surfers game. Zayn left the room a few minutes ago to take a call. Harry seems to be just scrolling through his phone which leaves Louis to have this unnecessary debate with me.

"What's wrong with pouring milk first?" I ask after spraying his hair with the hair spray.

He lets out a sound between a scoff and a shocked laugh "It's the most abominable thing I've ever heard!"

Louis was the last person to get his hair and makeup done today...surprisingly. Now he's resorted to debating about how milk is supposed to be poured after the cereal and it seems that everyone else in the room thought that it would be awesome for me to endure it while they went about their business. Note the sarcasm.

Once all the boys were done and they changed into their outfits for the show, each of them filed out of the room one by one. All but one.

"Ugh! I'm exhausted!" I whined as I slumped against the couch next to Harry "I don't know how Lou does this for an entire tour, my feet are killing me!"

He puts his phone in his back pocket and turned his attention to me with that irritating smirk on his face "Let me fix that for you. I've been told I give one of the best foot rubs"

I scoot to the edge of the couch, moving further away from him and I warned "Keep your grimy hands away from my feet, Harold. I am not giving in to one of your tricks"

This is just some ploy to tickle me, I know it. I'm probably the most ticklish person I know...they're everywhere.

But instead, he shifts closer and closer with a taunting smile spreading across his cherry pink lips. The thing that scares me the most, is the fact that the goosebumps rising rapidly all over my body has nothing to do with him very close to tickling the shit out of me or even the cold breeze being pushed out by the air conditioning unit, but the way the space between us getting smaller and smaller at the tauntingly slow pace at which he's moving and my mind takes me back to that night on Anne's porch.

And the way he doesn't break eye contact sends that same unknown yet pleasurable sensation shooting up between my thighs and I find myself, strangely...liking it?

There's always that niggling thrill feeling threatening to burst out from me. I feel my spontaneous side making it's grand comeback and I have this sudden urge to give into my inner most desires.

I haven't let my wild side out since that stupid trip to Las Vegas. She's been tucked away and locked inside a closet but I fear that she's trying to break free.

Suddenly, he grabs my feets into his firm grasp and pulls me towards him, easily sliding my toms off my feet in a swift motion, earning a surprised squeal from me.

"What's wrong, Mia? Don't you want a nice, relaxing foot rub?" he taunts, slightly tightening his grip on my feet.

"Harry I swear to God, if you lay a single finger on me, I will-AHH!" I screamed as he started tickling under my feet.

"Harry! Har- stop it- AH!" my pleas drown in my throat as my laughter takes over. My ears fill with his boyish giggles as he moves higher and higher up my body, his smile wide, dimples on full display.

I start to lose control over my limbs, wriggling around through my cackles, trying to slither out of his grasp. He suddenly stops, his palms resting gently on the top of my thighs and he says "All you have to do is say please..."

I raise my head and move closer to him, so close that our noses were touching and I let a smirk drag across my lips.

"Never..." I breathe out with slight determination, currently on the fence on whether I make it out of this alive or not.

What the hell did you just do?

I know, I'll rot in hell for this!

I see a small smile stretch across his lips and he simply says "Ok" with a small nod.

Wait, what?

I don't get time to think about his sudden indifference before he attacks me again, this time...more mercilessly. I struggle to catch my breath through my laughter and his hands going all over my body "Say please, Mia!"

"Harry! You nin-" I pause to get some air into my lungs while laughing, a pain in my stomach forming at the extra pressure "You nincompoop!" I laughed out.

"Well it takes one to know one, love" he says with a deep chuckle.

"Ok! Ok-" I let out a little cough before falling into fits of giggles again "I yield! Stop- I'm begging you!"

"Uh uh" he tutted, slowing his movements, but not entirely stopping "Magic word?"

"Please! Por favor!- S'il vous plaît! Just stop! I'm dying here-"

The door hurriedly being pushed open, without so much as a knock interrupts me.

"Mr. Styles, you hav- oh my god, I'm so sorry!" a short raven haired girl dressed in all black with a clipboard in her hand and headphones with a mic hooked up to her ears, quickly apologises and blushes beet red.

She looks down at her clipboard, never taking her eyes off of it as she rushes out "Uh, you- uh, have to be on in five" and with a quick 'ok!' over her shoulder, she runs out of the room as though she saw the most frightening thing in the world.

Harry and I exchange confused looks and gave the doorway the same look before deciding not to comment on it.

I wonder what was up with her? What did she see?

The world may never know.

He rises off the couch and fixes his bandana on his head in the mirror "You sure you don't want to come watch the show?"

"Yup" I said, popping the 'p'.

"It could be fun..." he sings, trying to persuade me but I shake my head at him.

Truth is, I don't know why I never watched any of the shows. We've been on the road for about two months now and I haven't seen any of their shows.

Of course, now I can't because it's my excuse to go out to the van and meet with Julian but you know, sometimes I can't help but feel left out. Lily watches from side stage most of the time when I'm not in the dressing room to keep her company and she always comes to me with a gleeful smile on her face after the show and tells me about all their shenanigans on stage and what covers they sang and who messed them up for the fun of it.

And at the end, I always say to myself,
Damn, I should've gone. Maybe next time.

Then the next time comes and I never go...then the next time...and the next time...and you get how the story goes.

"Hey" I jump at the sound of his voice, bringing out of my thoughts "Where did you go?"

"Neverland" I said sarcastically, rising to my feet.

"Awww did you meet Peter Pan?" he cooed, stretching to pinch my cheeks but I stop his hands before they could reach and start pushing him out the door.

"Go do your show!" I grunted trying to push him out the door. I felt like I was pushing a big sack of muscles.

"Did you say hi to Wendy for me?" I hear the smile in his voice at my struggling and I feel the muscles on his back flexing, no doubt on purpose.

If he could just stop holding on to the doorframe and stop acting like a smug little shit...

"Go be a popstar" I said still struggling to push him out with my hands on his back.

And then a light bulbs goes off in my head. They say...push with your legs!!

I swiftly turn around and rest my back on his, using my legs to help me push from behind.

"Or how about Tinkerbell? Did she give you some of her pixie dust?" he continues to taunt.

"You're a dick, Harry!" I exclaimed as I finally and successfully forced him out if the room. He stands in the empty hallway with a smug smile on his face "I thought I was a saint?"

"Yeah well, I change my mind" I said as I slammed the door, wiping away the imaginary sweat from my forehead. I head over to my work station and start putting my stuff back into the suitcase, with the image of one person and this one person alone in my head.

He's making this so hard for me!

It didn't take me long to put the products and tools back into the small suitcase by my feet. As I'm picking up what was left on the table before me, a small back object catches my attention.

That wasn't there before...

I pick it up in my hands and examine it, gasping as I realised what it was.

An earpiece.

Which means one of the boys doesn't have their earpiece and is most likely winging the show at this point.

Who would forget there earpiece though? I thought to myself, utterly confused. I mean, whoever it is, they would obviously notice that they don't have one on their ear right? And by now, someone should have come looking for it?

Unless it didn't belong to any of them.

But why would there be a random earpiece just lying around in the hair and makeup room? Plus, they were the only ones in here who could've possibly brought it with them.

Solution: Try to figure out how to get it to them.

Problem: I don't know whose own it is...and I'm suppose to be meeting up with Julian and Jamie Scott in a few minutes.

I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Nooo! I'm not giving up...get a girl who can do both right?

I can return the earpiece and still be able to get to the van in time.

How hard can this be?

● ● ● ● ●

I take it back.

This is so much harder than I thought it was going to be.

It's like I'm invisible here.

I'm standing side stage, trying to get someone on stage's attention.

But nobody is looking side stage!

I'm standing opposite Lily, who stands side stage at the other end of this wide stage, who doesn't see me either, completely transfixed by what's going on on stage.

If my knowledge serves me correctly, I believe the song that they're currently performing is Happily but I don't focus on it, jumping up and down, waving my hands in the air flamboyantly, even tried whistling.

Literally nobody saw me.

And every crew member that passes by completely ignores me or don't notice that I'm here, deeply submerged in their tasks.

I see one carrying more bottles of water than she can hold, practically sprinting to deliver them.

And the sound system is so loud, I can barely hear myself over the speakers. My phone vibrates in my back pocket and I let out a groan, knowing who it is.

Maybe this is just karma.

I mean, my whole life, I've wanted to be invisible. I didn't want people I barely know talking to and about me as though they know me. Especially during the past five years.

But it didn't happen.

Now when I need to be acknowledged by at least one person, it's as though I'm completely invisible.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again...

The universe just hates me!

So I waited...and waited, watching them sing and prance around on stage.

But I wasn't complaining and that's when it all sunk it.

I was at my first One Direction concert.

Granted that I'm not getting the full experience out in the audience but it's still happening live, right before my eyes...and it's everything I thought it would be, it's everything Lily described it to be and more.

And I have Mari to thank for playing their albums so much that I knew most of the lyrics. I felt just like one of their fans in the audience, singing and dancing with them, laughing at their childish tendencies and most importantly, enjoying myself.

It was almost magical, the way they were able to bring their music to life in front of thousands, almost millions of girls around the world.

Why haven't I come to one of their shows before?

Eventually I lost track of time and forgot the reason why I came out here in the first place and the buzzing of my phone in my back pocket ceased as well.

I don't even pay any mind to how almost to the end of each song, either Liam or Zayn would mouth something to Harry or point in a certain direction of the stage and he would nod and send them a small smile in response.

There comes a time where the music stops and move a bit closer together so that they're not spread out across the stage anymore. I grow a bit confused, not knowing what's going on.

Liam starts talking into the mic but I tune him out, more focusing on Harry jogging towards me, not hiding the smug smile and mischievous glint tinkling in his eyes.

Um...ok?

"Harry? What are you doing?" I asked puzzled, looking behind him to make sure the others weren't looking for him.

"Getting water" he says smugly, taking a bottle out of the case in front of me.

"Then why do you look so smug?" I ask suspiciously.

Something smells fishy here...

"No reason" he shrugs then adds "So thoughtful of you to bring that for me"

I follow his line of sight, realising he was referring to the earpiece in my hand. Then it clicked.

"You just couldn't take no for an answer, could you?" I let out a laugh of disbelief in the end, shaking my head and handing it to him.

"I have no idea what you're talking about" he takes it from me, fixing it in his ear, still smiling.

Just then, I hear music start up again but it didn't sound like the entire band playing, just one guitar.

"Go!" I shooed "they're starting back"

"Relax, they're just having some fun. Look..." he moves so that he's not blocking me from seeing the stage.

I let out a little laugh as I watch Niall and Liam struggle to remember the words of Mamma Mia, making up lyrics as they go and Zayn and Louis sit, shaking their heads while the entire stadium screams the correct lyrics back at them.

"So let me get this straight...you deliberately left your earpiece in the room just so you could get me to come watch the show?"

"Now you just make me sound desperate" he huffs.

"Not desperate! Stubborn!" I exclaim, still not believing he did this "Won't you get in trouble for this?"

"Yes..." he drawls out, not sounding the least bit bothered "but on the bright side, I got you to come to the show!"

"This isn't fair"

"You enjoyed it, didn't you?" I nod slowly "Then what's the problem?"

"The problem is-" he raises a finger for me to pause and points to the earpiece in his ear.

My mouth clamps shut, remembering that I can't say anything to him about this and I could possibly be digging my own grave if he didn't stop me.

I hear him let out a firm 'ok' before turning back to me "what were you going to say?" he asks a bit curiously, but there's a slight urgency that he's trying to cover up.

"Nothing" I huff with a frown, feeling angry at myself "Absolutely nothing"

He comes closer, furrowing his brows in concern "You sure?"

I nod and he observes me with uncertainty filling his eyes. He opens his mouth to say something before hesitating, seeming to have an internal battle with himself.

In the end, he says "I have to go back on...like right now, but I'll come find you after ok?" and without waiting for a response, he jogs back on to the stage with the bottle he took in hand, instantly regaining his infectious bubbly and amusing stage persona.

"Ok" I sighed out, not knowing what to do with myself anymore.

A/N
Hello my fellow loyal reader...and the newbies too.

I just want to thank you all so much for the support that you've given me. You're the reason I love writing this book.

And because of you...Runaway had been #1 in harrystylesfanfic a few days ago.

It still hasn't sunk in yet. It felt so unreal.

So I just wanted to come on here to share the good news with you and to thank you ❤❤

On another note....

I have a feeling the next chapter might answer some of your questions regarding the other two previous chapters with Julian 😉

And we're two chapters away from introducing someone new into the story.

So stay tuned.

But until then...

Stay safe. Stay home. Stay awesome.