I'll Be Your Reason to be My Love

A backstabbing bestfriend, an abusive ex-boyfriend, a secret keeping mother, could 17 year old Evie's life be any worse? She's on the verge of falling apart until she meets Harry Styles. Even though she has no idea who he is, could he be the one to save her? Through their differences, will they ever be able to fix each other?

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8. Secret Concert, Secretly Harry Styles

 

I’ll Be Your Reason to be My Love

Chapter Eight:

Secret Concert, Secretly Harry Styles

February 20th, 2011

Today was the big day. For Annabel, anyway. I could really care less but I wanted to be a good friend to her. Besides, there was no way in Hell that Jake was coming. To a concert filled with thousands of high pitched screaming fangirls over five sweaty, teenaged guys? Yeah, when pigs fly. Jake’s been acting distant anyway, we haven’t talked since Wednesday. This usually never happens. I texted him asking about the math homework but received no answer. He’s even been sitting at Derek’s old table at lunch time. Ugh. Derek.

I’m better off without him.

At that moment, Annabel barged in the bathroom of our hotel suite. I was in there, applying mascara but soon stopped as I said, “Jeez Bell, knock much?”

She shrugged while walking straight to the mirror next to me and muttered, “Eh.” She was determined to make sure her hair was perfectly curled, paying strict individual attention to every strand. That little control freak. I was feeling lazy today and just let my hair hang straight. I noticed that my green eyes had a special gleam in them today.

Soon enough, it was time for the concert. Aside from Annabel’s pitched shrieks, she managed to grab all of her crap and shove it into her bag in one swift move. Well done. And with that, we were off.

 

The VIP meeting was after the concert, so we headed straight into the arena. Annabel had a one of those giant Kodak cameras hung around her neck and must have snapped at least ten pictures of just the fangirls in there, alone. Not to mention she had one hold all of her crap and make her take a photo of Annabel and I next to the entrance. When I asked her why she would be selfish enough to make that poor girl hold all of that stuff (it was really heavy) she replied with, “Hey, we’re all part of the same, big, Directioner family.”

Okay.

These boys hadn’t even come on stage yet and a bunch of girls were screaming their brains out. I did my best to block all of their squeals out but it was to no avail. I’m going to be deaf by the end of this. At least, thankfully, Annabel had the decency to wait until these boys actually showed themselves to instantly fangirl. She turned to me and asked quite randomly, “So did you find out Harry’s last name yet?”

Bugger. I kept forgetting to ask him so that Annabel will eternally shut up about it. “No.”

“Right. Well, prepare to finally meet your boyfriend, Harry Styles!” Annabel giggled uncontrollably. She seemed to get a really good kick out of this. I just rolled my eyes. I didn’t understand her sometimes. I could barely maintain one regular guy from school, let alone some superstar singer who had girls falling left and right for him.

The screams quieted for a split second and then they built up so high I swore I knew that I was going to lose my hearing. The decibel level was so high that it was off the charts, I assure you. I tried lifting myself up on my tip toes and arched my neck to the left and the right to try and actually see these boys, but everyone’s customized signs that they made were blocking my vision. Not to mention, we weren’t really in the front though we did have floor seats so it wasn’t completely hopeless. Annabel said she wanted to get noticed, and the only way for that to happen was if she was actually in sight of their vision, so. I heard one of the boys start to speak, thanking the fans and explained their ‘wonderful journey thus far’ and blablabla. I yawned from boredom; this was going to be a long night. I surveyed the area, looking for anyone who might bear a resemblance to me.

Surprisingly, I found a girl with wavy long brown hair who was looking around the whole place and actually looked kind of stiff. She looked bored too. I turned my head to Annabel, and she was too consumed in the boy who was speaking who I couldn’t even see to notice me. I sauntered over to the girl. She was standing next to another girl who had her head turned to the far left of the stage. She was crying. I figured why not, and tapped the brunette on the shoulder. She instantly turned to face me and I gave her a sympathetic look. “Friend drag you to the concert?”

“You have no idea,” she replied. She had shiny brown eyes that matched her hair.

I nodded understandingly. “Same here. God, I can’t even see anything with all these crazy big posters.”

Her eyes widened, shocked. “Right? Is it really necessary to have signs the size of a billboard at a concert?!”

“Exactly! I don’t even want to be here but I mean, it’d be a little nice if I could actually see who I’m here for.” I whined. This was really starting to piss me off actually.

“Yeah, at least get my money’s worth, you know? I don’t get what all the fuss is about them, though. They’re no Coldplay.”

“No way, that’s my favourite band!” I exclaimed, truthfully. Though when I told Annabel the exact same thing, she only replied by telling me that on the X Factor, One Direction covered a Coldplay song. Oh joy to us all.

One Direction was a stupid band name. I didn’t like it all, it was so plain and unfitting. It seemed like it had no meaning and that after their five minutes of fame were over, it would go by unnoticed. They were no Coldplay at all.

“Yep! They’re the best. I’m Reyna by the way.” She held out her hand to me.

I took it in my own and shook it firmly. This was going to be the beginning to a beautiful friendship. “I’m Evie.” I smiled at her.

“Hey, are you American?”

Dang it. We had to scream on the top of our lungs in order to hear each other and I had completely forgotten about my ‘slight’ accent. Oh, well. I guess I was going all out now.

Not feeling like explaining my whole situation to her at a blaring concert, I just answered, “Uh, yeah.”

“Cool!” she exclaimed, tilting her head to the side. The music had finally started, and the girls screams were still present but not as hyped and loud. One boy had started to sing. Screams got slightly higher, but died down as he continued on. I couldn’t really hear that much but I could make out what he was saying.

“And girl, what a mess I made upon your innocence.”

Whoa. Was it just me or did that line seem slightly dirty? Hmm, I thought they were a boy band? Reyna and I burst out laughing at the same time. Somewhere in between our hysterics, Annabel had found me and nudged at my shoulder. I turned to her as she said, “Eve, Eve, Harry Styles’ part is coming up in a second!”

“That’s great, Bell, but I still can’t see a danged thing.” And it was the truth. I could barely make out the shape of their shoes, and that was about it. The lights that were shining in on the stage were pretty much blinding, so I wouldn’t want to see anyway. Suddenly, a real deep voice started singing and it was quite a transition. The boy before this one had a semi-deep voice and really hit high notes well. This one was extremely bass, but still calm and ….familiar. What?

Wait, wait. I’ve definitely heard this voice from somewhere before. But where? I’ve never heard Jake nor Derek sing before and their voices were definitely higher pitched than this, I haven’t talked to my dad in forever so I doubt this would remind me of him . . . so where? Wait. I had to see who this was. I tried looking over peoples’ heads and gigantic signs, but that was no use. I had to see who this was now. I turned back to Reyna and Annabel and held up a finger to them, signaling that I’ll be back in a second. Okay, I was going to have to be pushy. Using all of my strength, I shoved my way through the crowd, slipping by slimly past spaces in between two people and after what seemed like an eternity, I still couldn’t make out that much. After a full out series of propelled pushes, people actually began to start fanning out. They separated into two lines so that in the middle, there was space for me to walk. After that, everything began to go in slow motion. My swift, rapid actions turned to that of a snail.

I heard a few girls mutter things to their friends. “He’s staring right at her…”

“Ugh, lucky biatch!”

One actually started singing, “Ohhh how I wish that was me!” Never heard that one before…

Anyway, I had no idea what they were talking about until I reached the very front of the stage. I looked up and saw what I had very, very least expected. Right there at the center of the stage was none other than Harry.

Not Harry Styles but Harry. My Harry. My Harry with the curls and the amazing hazel eyes that you could so easily find yourself getting lost in. My Harry who I had met only six days ago and had been dying to learn more about. My Harry that I had watched Serendipity with and slept over my house. My Harry that was in a band called White Eskimo. My Harry that gave me a love bite on my neck. This could only mean one thing. My Harry was Harry Styles. Oh God.

Am I sure I’m not seeing things? I looked into his eyes and they were staring back at me. At first, he had a shocked reaction but then his gaze softened as he sang, “Can we fall, one more time? Stop the tape and rewind? Oh, and if you walk away I know I’ll fade, ’cos there is nobody else . . . ”

That’s exactly what I did. Walk away. Far away. Since the crowd was still fanned out on both sides, I didn’t have trouble running the hell out of there. I looked back at him before finding the exit. He was still staring at me, now with a confused expression tinted with sadness. I can’t believe he didn’t tell me this, I was so fed up. I pried open the door, sniffling as the cold air hit me sharply. Though I knew nothing could be colder than listening to Harry’s voice now. Unfortunately for me, I could still hear him faintly belt the line,

“It’s gotta be you.”

---Harry’s Point of View---

I stood limply up on the stage. My hype from this opening song had died down the instant I spotted Evie walking out of that stadium door. I was kind of just there, not moving or making any type of gesture to show that I was living.

It’s gotta be you,” I heard my voice crack. Damn it, this was bad. I can’t even hit the high notes now. I had a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach and it wasn’t just nerves from the show. Evie knows my secret and judging by the looks of it, things were not going well. I tried singing the next line to get on with the show.

“Ohh, only you.”

My voice cracked yet again at the ‘you.’ I don’t think many people noticed but I did hear a few ‘boos’ escape from the crowd. Great now I was ruining it for the whole band. My stomach was in knots and I began to sweat I think. My mind was somewhere else. And that’s when I realized I couldn’t do this. I had to get out of there now.

Even though my part was over, there was a bit of silence between then and when Zayn begins singing. Somehow I managed to finish the chorus, and waited until that silence and put the microphone to my mouth. I spoke up, “Uh, can we just— can we stop, for a second?” I turned to our guitarist and drummer, “Stop please?” I asked kindly.  They did as I said as I turned to our audience. Trying to distinguish a mood between the mob, I saw a lot of girls staring me in the eye and giving me their full attention. My nerves were getting the better of me and my palms began to sweat profusely. I looked up at the ceiling to advert their gaze and I saw the boys shooting me looks of confusion and ‘what the bloody hell are you doing’ from my peripheral vision.

I ignored them and continued. “I screwed up . . . big time. There’s this girl and I was wrong not to tell her who I was. We met only just a week ago, but I really like her and I want to be sure I didn’t completely blow it. So I—I’ve got to go after her and make things right. I’m sorry, uhm—” I handed my mic off to a baffled Liam and bolted out of there.

Unfortunately for me, I had to go out the same way Evie did which caused a bunch of girls to dishevel my hair and run their fingers through it. One actually pried my jacket off of me but I didn’t bother to get it back, it was long lost in the crowd now. One even dared to touch my crotch…I can’t tell you how awkward that was.

 When I finally reached the outside, I looked around. Where could she have gone? I surveyed the area and spotted a wooded clearing behind the stadium. Last time Evie had escaped she went to a forest-y place so why not? I shrugged and made a run for it. I just hope it’s not too late to mend the problems I’ve created.

---Evie’s Point Of View---

I ran as fast as I could into the woods. It wasn’t much, but it was nature that would help me think more clearly, I hope. I just was in desperate need for some fresh air. Instantly, I received a text from Annabel.

What the hell was that?!

I tapped the type bar on the screen and subtlety responded,

You may not believe this, but u were rite.

Too flustered to use correct grammar, I furiously jammed my fingers on the keys. A moment later, Annabel responded, “?”

I typed in haughtily,

I am dating Harry Styles.

Her reply was instant.

So…you’re the girl he was talking about . . .

Wait, what? When had Annabel even remotely communicated with Harry Styles? Quick and fiercely, I slammed on to the touch screen, “What?!

I got a video in reply. This should be interesting. I sniffled back my cries, leaned against the back of a tree, as I hit the play button.

---Harry’s Point of View—

I ran as fast as I could until I reached the front of the forest. I took a deep breath before ducking my head and darting inside. I sulked around the area for a good three minutes until I spotted a dark brown haired girl who’s back was pressed against a tree. She had her phone plastered in her hand and was crying as she was watching a video. I heard my own voice say, “I’ve got to go after her.”

A friend must have recorded me and sent it to her. She still didn’t know of my presence so I cleared my throat. She stood up, abruptly as she was taken aback. When her eyes met mine, she gave me a blank expression like she didn’t know what to say. She probably didn’t, either and I didn’t blame her. I jammed my hands in my packets, and looked down at the ground.

I could only imagine what was going through her head right now.

Because I didn’t know what to say, either.

---Annabel’s Point of View---

What the hell was going on? No one was telling me. When I had teased Evie that her boyfriend was Harry Styles, I wasn’t being serious.

But as it turns out, she was.

When Harry Styles made that little announcement on stage, everything changed. The crowd actually went dead silent and everything turned serious. It was like, real intense. Even the spotlight on stage dimmed. Oh God. Evie had left but she needed to hear this! I whipped out my cell and recorded him. I was determined to make Evie see this. With no hesitation, I sent it to her wondering where the hell she was anyway. Even though I knew absolutely nothing about their relationship, I knew I saw Evie so much happier the last couple of days. Theirrelationship, or friendship . . . whatever it was, was worth salvaging and was way too precious to break up. Besides, that giant hickey on her neck surely showed that he was a keeper, I mean that was no bruise.

Plus, it was Harry Styles . . .

“Um, what’s going on?” Poor, poor Reyna. First time at a One Direction concert and this happens. Typical. Sad though. She didn’t get to witness the true 1Derfulness (hehe, see what I did there?!) of a 1D concert. I sighed.

“You know my friend, Evie?”

Her eyes widened. “Yeah, we were just talking a few minutes ago! Is she . . . uh, like, involved in this whole thing?” She gestured her hands to the stage, referring to what just happened with Harry. I nodded.

“Yeah. It’s really complicated . . . ” I trailed off. I didn’t really understand it, myself.

“She didn’t really seem to know much about these guys but I guess . . . ” She looked down at the ground and clacked her feet together. She was wearing navy blue Toms, or as I liked to call them, Tomlinsons. Heh.

“No, see she didn’t.” I turned so that I was totally facing her. Nothing much appeared to be happening on stage, the rest of the boys were just whispering nonchalantly to each other and had their mics turned off so that we couldn’t hear. Rude.

I explained everything I knew about this craziness to Reyna. From the whole big breakup blowout on Valentine’s Day to what I think happened yesterday when I went to grab my Zayn poster, Reyna was completely informed.

“Wow that’s rough,” was all she managed to say. I just nodded in response. “Well, what’s happening now?”

“I don’t know, Evie hasn’t texted me back since I sent her the video, like . . .” I looked down at my iMessage, “twenty minutes ago!” I exclaimed. I was shocked. How long were they going to be able to keep on stalling? Is the concert going to be cancelled? Will there be another one? Are we going to get a refund?

“Twenty minutes ago? Jeez, this is such a rip off!” She pouted. I felt bad for her. She didn’t even really want to be here in the first place and now this was happening. We were all just waiting around, hopelessly and the boys were trying their best to make this way less awkward than it already was.

I pressed the home button on my phone and went to ‘My Music.’ I opened up my playlist titled “ONE DIRECTION’S ON REPLAY~THEY’RE ON REPLAY,” and inserted my earphones in the slot. I shoved the ear-buds into Reyna’s ears and told her to just listen. I played Tell Me a Lie. It seemed like a pretty pissed off song which really fit the mood right now, so I figured it was appropriate.

I just watched and patiently waited for Reyna to become a Directioner.

---Evie’s Point of View---

He had the audacity to follow me. I wanted to be nowhere near him, especially after watching that whole speech. It seemed so phony I couldn’t stand it. He didn’t care about me, obviously. I don’t really know what I was to him but a girlfriend was not one of them. Maybe I wanted it before, and I know I did yesterday, but now? No.

Never.

I stood up and caught his gaze. He then looked down at the grass and maneuvered his foot around some weeds, shyly. Now was no time to play shy. I wasn’t sure whether I should run away from here too or not. But I had to ask the question that I’ve been dying to know the answer to.

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

“I thought about it every day.” He answered quickly.

I couldn’t tell if he was lying or not… so I continued. “Really? When were you planning on telling me then?” I tried to stay calm and not raise my voice higher than it needed to be.

“I tried telling you the day we met. And then when that didn’t work out, I tried telling you the day after that at your house before we went to Starbucks.”

“Wait . . . ” I trailed off, thinking. That’s why he looked so pale and strange. He probably thought he was going to get mobbed and recognized at the place. Everything was starting to make sense now.

He probably climbed that tree so that no one would see him. That’s why he never wanted to go out anywhere. That man who was peeping at us through a bush by my neighbourhood was probably a paparazzi.

“Why did you go to such extremes to make sure that I never found this out?”

He sighed. He was silent for a minute, thinking things over I assume. He walked closer to me, not taking his eyes off of the weeding in the forest. “Because I wanted someone to know me as me and not Harry Styles from One Direction.” Tendrils of his perfectly curled hair fell in front of his face.

“But that’s who you are.” I threw back at him. I was still pissed to the extreme.

“That’s a part of who I am, not all of me.” His head shot up as he looked me in the eyes. I couldn’t do this now, just looking at his face was making me well up with anger so I just aimed my gaze back at the ground. In that brief moment that I did catch his glimpse though, I couldn’t help but notice his eyes were wetter than usual. He can’t possibly be beginning to cry.

Could he?

No. I refused to look. And I had nothing left to say either, but to my surprise he spoke again. “You could get to know the rest of me though.” His voice had hints of warm invitation, playfulness and shakiness.

I wasn’t having any of it. “I know,” I assured him and then continued arrogantly, “I’m just not so sure that I want to.”

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Well whoo for many multiple point of views! Haha I hope you enjoy this chapter and view, comment/review and all that amazing good stuff.

Also, Reyna has a secret :o WHAT IS SHE HIDING?

I don’t know, you guys gotta wait and see hehe.

 

 

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