That One Night

There's always that night that you look forward too. That one night where everything has to go perfect. For me, that night is prom. It's our only night where it doesn't matter who you are, or what you've done. It's our only night to be who you are. But could meeting someone famous get in the way on that one night?


9. Chapter 9

I rubbed the last bit of my makeup off as I heard a knock on my dressing room door. Harry was stood on the other side, with his tie around his neck and his shirt untucked. He was also holding a big bunch of flowers. I let him in and put the flowers in a vase.

"Ben said you did really well today, and that you're a natural. He wants to work with you again sometime." Harry told me as he sat down beside me. I was gobsmacked. He looked at my expression and laughed.

"I told you you'd be good at this!"

"I'm glad you made me do it, I enjoyed myself," I replied.

"So did I" he said whilst looking into my eyes. "They are green today," he suddenly whispered. I looked closer at him. "How about now?" I asked.

"Wait... Now they're blue! How do you do that?" he exclaimed.

"Magic," I said with a wink.

I walked out of my dressing room with Harry and we bumped straight into Niall.

"Hey Sarah you did great," he said, "we're all going back to the flat for abit of a celebration, so you want to come?" he asked. I looked up at Harry and he had a special gleam in his eye. He nodded his approval. I looked back at Niall and gave him a massive smile, saying sure. We got driven back to the hotel with the boys and the girls from the shoot. When we got there, there was millions of fans outside. All the boys got out of the car but I held back, nervous about what people might think. Harry looked back into the car, grabbed my hand and pulled me outside. I knew he couldn't make our feelings for each other public so he grabbed my elbow and steered me towards the door of the hotel quickly.

The fans started grabbing my clothes and shouting in my face. I heard one girl shout "Ugly bitch!" I felt tears sting my eyes. Harry stopped abruptly. He turned and faced the girl who'd shouted at me.

"No fan of mine calls the people I care about," he said slowly. The girl looked at me in the face and said she was sorry. Harry squeezed my arm and started to pull away again. Once we'd got inside his room, tears were falling down my face. Harry embraced me hard, running his fingers through my hair.

"I'm sorry," he kept saying over again. "It'll be alright."

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