Me, Him, Us

I almost broke his ankle and he still loves me. We had a big fight and he still loves me. I am ordinarlly amazing and he still loves me. And guess what? I love him too. My name is Angie Blight. His name is Harry Styles. This isn't only my story but ours. No not a story but a tale :)


3. The afterparty ;)

***its supper long!!! Enjoy my peeps!! ;P -Arya ****

The show was absolutely positively amazing! Boys sound better live then on their album. Every time the boys would go change Harry would mouth something at me like hi, or you like? With a wink after every single thing he mouthed. Either he likes to wink or he has a weird twitch on his left eye. Pour child.

“Come on guys time for us to go.” Sophie said taking the lead.

“Um I have another bit of news…Harry said we should meet the rest of the guys…” I trail of hoping no praying they wouldn’t kill me for not telling that bit of information until now.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US?! YOU SELFISH BOOBFACE!” Charlotte yelled at me punching me in the arm quit hard might I add.

“Ow. I dunno I kinda forgot actually. We better go before they leave.” I say walking towards the door where the boys would always appear or disappear after each clothe changing session. But that mountain of muscle who we flashed our passes too stood in front of us and asked in the most scariest rapist tone ever. Sophie grabbed my arm. After seconds of her doing so, I already began to feel the loss of circulation.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Harry personally asked me to meet him after the show.” I reply with the most mature and calm expression that I could muster.

“Do you know how many times I’ve heard that excuse?”

“I know every fan girl would like to meet their idol but I am not lying.” Jesus this guy needs to lighten up. I glance over at both my friends, Sophie looks absolutely petrified while Lottie was throwing daggers, swords, maces and any other point object at the guard who seem immune to it.  

“Please leave the concert hall.” I could tell he was getting pissed. You’re not the only one bud.

“Go ask Harry Styles. Right now. Or I will become very unpleasant.” I tell him in an acidic voice. I never even knew I could do that. I saw him cringe but quickly recover his look of being a macho man. Macho my ass.

“If I go ask will it make you leave?”

“Yes.” I say in the same tone. He again cringes but walks of towards the change room door.

“Oh my god Angie I never knew you could be so mean! Did you see him cringe? I think you should apologize!” Sophie whispered in a harsh tone.

“Why? I think Angie here, did great. Showed him who’s boss!” ME and Lottie high fived each other.  Mr. Macho-my-akin-ass walked towards us with the most displeased look on his face. I smiled in pure triumph.

“You are being waited for inside.” He said with anger in his voice.

“I told you so. Come on girls.” I say motioning to my friends to follow. I could feel the guard drilling a hole in my head but I didn’t care because I got to see Harry again. I think my heart was about to beat its way out of my chest.

I could hear whispering and laughter. I knocked on the door. I could hear the room become silent.

“Who is it?” Harry asked in a sing song voice.

“Its me.” I answer back in the same sing song voice.

“Me who?” singing the words again.

“Dimples open the door the security guard is giving me the creeps!”

“Oh it’s you Evie! I couldn’t tell because you were so pitchy!’ he said opening the door. He didn’t have a shirt on. I felt my cheeks become pink. He smirked knowing he got me to blush.

“Me pitchy? I think you’re deaf from all that screaming.” I say raising an eyebrow.

“I am a professional singer I could hear when someone is pitchy whether I’m deaf or not.”

“Actually when you’re deaf you can’t hear that physically impossible.” Sophie said in a matter-of-fact tone. Oh Sophie of course you wouldn’t get the little joke-ish thing.

“And who is this shy creature?” Harry asked with a smile. HE was leaning against the door. I could hear bustling and movement but saw no one.

“That’s Sophie and that…” before I could finish my sentence Charlotte pushed past Harry and grabbed a plate which had a slice of pizza, “is Charlotte” I finish my sentence laughing. “She could eat a house and still ask for more.”

“That’s like our little Nialler.” Harry said with a smile. How I love that smile…

“Are you going to put a shirt on? You might catch a cold.” Sophie spoke again.

“You sound just like Liam.” Harry says exasperated, from inside the room you hear some say hey followed by a lot of snickering.

“Are we going to stand like this for the rest of the evening or are you going to be a gentleman and let us in Dimples?” I ask him.

“Come in and sorry about the mess…we had to change really quickly…” We enter the room and the sight is just baffling. Clothes covered every surface but one of the tables which was piled high with an assortment of food. Niall and Charlotte where seated near it chatting. Aw how cute!

“Wow.” Was all I could muster.

“Yeah…here ill make you some room on the couch and the arm chairs,” he shoved some clothes onto the ground in a pile, “please sit down.” He said gesturing with his arm to the seats.

“Aw Harr-eh! What a gentleman!” Louis exclaimed grinning from ear to ear. “Is that the girl you would shut up about?” he asked winking in his direction. What was up with them and winking? Was it like their signature move or something?

“Lou shut up!” he yelled tackling his mate to the ground. Everyone in the room burst out laughing.

“Introductions?” Liam asked everyone when we settled down.

“Well I think you know our names but we don’t know yours!” Niall said after swallowing the pizza.

“Well my name is Evangeline, but please call me Angie.” I say putting on a smile.

“But I call her Evie.” Harry said pleased with himself. I laugh which only makes his smile grow wider.

“I’m Sophie, the responsible one.” She said with pure joy and confidence.

“And I’m Charlotte but call me Lottie. Charlotte is too…formal.” Louis gasped and did this dramatic fainting thing.

“That’s my sister’s name!”

“It is? That’s so cool!”

The next hour we played truth and dare. Somewhere during that time Harry slid in beside me resting his arm on the back of the chair. I was dying inside from the closeness with him. I’ve never felt that attraction before. Ever.

“Guys its almost 11! Our mothers will kill us!” Sophie yelled jumping up and collecting our coats.

“OH shit!” I yell hoping of my seat. I grab my jacket from Sophie and fling Charlottes in her lap.

We all said our good byes. I said good bye to Harry last. It pained me to think I’ll never see him again.

“I really like you Evie.” He whispered into my ear.

“I like you too Dimples. You know I don’t want to leave, I wish I could stay for longer.” I whisper.

“I do too…maybe you could stay at our hotel?”

“My mom won’t let me. I am sorry.”

“Don’t be. I could still get your number right?” he said smiling.

“Sure thing Dimples.” We exchange numbers. “Bye Dimples, hopefully I’ll see you soon.” I Say giving him one last hug.

“We will see each other soon, I promise.” Then he kissed me. On the lips in front of everyone in the room. The kiss was breath taking. It was energizing. My adrenaline pumped through my veins. “Bye Evie.” He said with a wink.

Me and my two best friends left he room throwing a few last good byes into the room. I couldn’t stop smiling like an idiot. My fingers traced my lips where I could still feel Harry’s lips.

“Now spill Angie! What is going on between you and Mr. Curly!” Charlotte said intoning our arms, Sophie did the same as we walked out into the cold winter air towards the taxi that was waiting for us.

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