Just The Baker Boy

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  • Published: 15 Aug 2012
  • Updated: 19 Jul 2013
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Camille Amaya has always loved the baker boy that worked with her. She worked at Holmes Chapel Bakery side by side every Saturday, until he decided to furfill his dream on becoming the next big singer. A couple years later she has seen the baker boy she'd loved, turn into the hearthrob in a boy band called One Direction. When he comes back home from his world tour and calls her to hang out like they used to would he be the same boy she fell in love with years before?

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30. It Was Magical

I look back into Harry's eyes and nod. He turns away from me and opens the door of the stage. The music is extremly loud and the crowd is going crazy. I realize that it isn't a song from their soundtrack, but just merely background music. Harry takes me up the steps onto we reach the stage. My hands are shaking from nervousness of the crowd's energy. Was Harrry actaully taking me on stage during a concert?

I take the last step on the stairs and my view is incredible. I see the black of the crowd with flashing lights from cameras. The crowd goes crazy as harry takes me to center stage. I look to the back of the stage to see the Twitter question screen which reads

'This is 4 Hazza! can u bring your gf on stage & kiss her? u guys are too cute! x :)'

My face is shocked. Was Harry going to kiss me infront of all these people? I look to the other band members who are smiling. Louis comes up to me and wispers in my ear 'I chose this Twtter question.' I roll my eyes Louis and smile. Harry's hand was still intwined with mine. I look to Harry as I laugh. The crowd begins to cheer 'Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!' over and over again as Harry wispers into my ear, "Are you up to it?"

I lick my lips and nod. This was purely for the fans, and whatever the fans of my boyfriend wanted, I guess thats what they get. Harry slowly places his hand on my back while I place mine on his shoulders. The crowd goes wild. Harry then places his lips on mine. My ears pop on how loud the audience is. Our lips move and the crowd gets wilder until Harry and I part. I see his amber eyes sparkle under the the stage lights as he smiles at me.

For a moment the world stops and the audience doesn't seem audible. It's just Harry and I on the Mandalay Bay Vegas stage. I smile birghtly as he does at me. He pleaces his forehead on mine and his curls tickle my forehead. He reaches down to my left hand which faces the crowd and my right that faces Josh sitting behind his drum set. We intertwine our fingers together as we look into eachothers eyes. The volume of the crowd rose again louder than ever. That split second was so intimate and everlastin, but lasted barely nothing.

Harry let's go of my hand and smile at the stage floor. I point to the door leading me backstage. My hands shake fromt he goosebumps from that moment. Harry nods and waves as I shakily walk back to the door.

I open the door and walk back down the stairs, the audiences yells slowly lower in amplitude. My ears are ringing in pain. I've never experienced such a loud encounter of anything! I walk back to the dressing and sit back on the red couch waiting to understand that incredible moment I had with Harry Styles infront of many.

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I hum the tune of the familiar ending song of the concert. I can hear the screams of fans and the voices of the boys.

"Thank you so much! You've been a lovely crowd!," Liam says cheerily.

Louis takes a breath, "We've hope you've had as much fun as we've had! Right Harry?" I hear from the speakers above me. I imagine Louis poking Harry in the shoulder while giving a grin.

Harry's laugh fill the sound of what I hear. "Of course Lou. Thank you for coming and happy Independence Day!" Shortly later the boys come crashing in the room, sweaty and tired. Harry comes and sits next to me on the couch.

"Harry! You're sweaty!" I say pushing him away. Zayn looks at us and laughs. Harry gets up from the couch and walks over to a towel on the rack.

Niall who is next to Louis says, "Well that was quite a wicked kiss you both had on stage. It honestly looked magical."

Liam laughs at Niall, "It was Niall. You romantic." Liam smiles at me as his mobile rings from a call from Danielle.

I blush at their comments as they all leave the room for different reasons. It leaves Harry and I alone in the dressing room.

"I've got to say that, that when we stopped kissing, that was just just...wow," Harry said with his incredibly descriptive language.

I laugh and smile as he sit back down next to me. I place my head on his shoulder and wrap an arm around his stomach. He gently kissed my forehead. "I've got to agree with Niall," I look up and use my other hand to brush his curls.

"It was magical kiss," I say softly, "Didn't you fee it too?" Harry gives a small giggle in reply and looks me in the eyes.

He licks his lips and says, "I love you so much."

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