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12. For Libby

For Libby

I was nearly bursting with excitement as I walked down the arena hallway. I was going to a basketball game, and had been looking forward to it for weeks. My favorite team, the Falcons, was playing in March Madness against their rivals, the Royals. I quickly found my seat, and the arena filled up quickly. A man with a nice suit on grabbed a microphone and walked onto the court. “Allllllllllrrrrrriiiiiggggghhhhtttt, ladies and gents, today we have the Royals against the Falcons!” He waggled his eyebrows. “But they aren’t the only celebrity’s here tonight! We’ll get to that in a minute, but first…will the person sitting in Row 77, seat J please come on down.” My hands shook. That was me! I got up, and hurried down. The man clapped my shoulder. “What is your name, sweetheart?”

“Libby.”

“Well, congradulations, Libby, you have just won a seat next to none other than…” He paused dramatically. “ONE DIRECTION!!!”

Oh. My. Flipping. Carrots. My mouth dropped as the five guys that had taken over my life since their appearance on the X-Factor several years ago jogged onto the court. OEMGEE. I'm gonna die.

“Hullo.” Liam said, hugging me. “I’m Liam Payne.”

“Zayn Malik.” Zayn hugged me as well.

“Niall Horan!” Niall smiled and waved.

“Louis the Tommo Tomlinson!” Louis hugged me. My heart thumped harder in my chest as Harry stepped forward.

“Harry Styles.” He hugged me, and I felt his lips brush against my cheek. I nearly fainted. Keep calm, Libby, stay calm, girl… “Nice to meet you, love.” He winked, and I remembered that guys like girls who play hard to get. I smiled nicely, then turned to the other boys.

“It’s so nice to finally meet you all!” I said as we walked up to the really good seats that I had won.

“Congratulations!” Louis patted me on the back. “You name is Libby, right?”

“Yup.” I smiled.

“I like that name. It suits you.” Harry winked at me again.

“Thanks.” I gave him an aloof smile, and he looked a little confused.

“Are you a fan?” Liam asked as we sat down. I sat between Niall and Louis, and he leaned over Niall to talk to me. Niall mischievously wiped a glob of mustard in his hair, and he caught my eye, putting his finger to his lips. I nodded slightly, then turned my attention to Liam.

“Yes, actually. I went to see you guys in concert once with my friend, Denise.”

“Really? Which one?”

“The Up All Night one you did in Tallahassee.”

“You didn’t do a meet and greet, though, right?” Harry butted in, leaning over Lou. Louis shoved him, but Harry ignored him.

“Um, actually, I did. You guys signed my copy of Take Me Home.” I said.

“No.” Harry protested. “I would have remembered such a beautiful face.” Niall and Louis made gagging sounds, and Zayn coughed, Loser into his sleeve. Liam simply rolled his eyes and watched as the game started. I looked at the ground, my face burning with embarrassment.

Oh, this is not fair. How am I supposed to watch the game while I’m standing next to the five hottest guys on earth?!    I sighed, then tried to concentrate on the game. I heard Louis and Harry muttering beside me, and Louis hissed something. Harry whispered back, and Louis sighed, then stood, walking out into the aisle, casting a dirty look at Harry, who slid in next to me. I felt my heart rate increase as Harry’s hand brushed against mine.  I moved a little closer to him, and my hip accidentally brushed against his hand. He jerked away, his face slightly pink, and I blushed, then turned my attention back to the game.

Harry’s POV

I was really hoping that a pretty girl would win our little contest…I mean, who wants to sit next to some old man who has his face painted for some team I don’t even care about? But apparently Liam is a big fan of the Falcons, and management wants us to look like “Well rounded individuals who enjoy athletic meets of all kinds”.  To which Louis replied, “We have football (soccer). What else do we need?”  But whatever, I’m not in charge. I sighed and tried to focus on the game. Which was very hard to do with a pretty girl standing next to me. “Soooo…I don’t really understand basketball…” I whispered to her. “Think you could help me out?” I winked at her, but she just kept her attention to the game. I frowned. The wink always works! Why isn’t the wink working? THE WINK ALWAYS WORKS!!! I cleared my throat, but she continued to ignore me. She and Liam yelled and cheered at random points.

“Aw, come on! That was so in bounds!” She yelled, waving her arms. Liam crossed his arms.                     

“Are you ref’s blind?!” He bellowed.

“This is so frustrating!!!” Libby complained, running her hands through her hair. She turned to me. “Basically what you're trying to do is this team,” She pointed at the lads in the blue jerseys, “Are trying to get the ball in the other teams net, and vice versa. You can’t run with the ball in your hands, you have to dribble it. You can only dribble it with one hand. If you touch it with two, it’s a penalty.” She glanced over at the court to see if she was missing anything, and then she continued explaining the game to me. I have to admit, I didn’t really pay attention. Liam had already told me what the game was about, so I kinda had a little bit of knowledge. Besides, how was I supposed to concentrate on what she was saying? “Got it?”

“Um, I think.” I scratched my head, and suddenly a timer bellowed. “Is it over?”

“Nope, still got half a game left!” She said cheerily. I groaned, as her and Liam high fived.

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Libby’s POV

All too soon, the game was over. The Falcons won, 29-28. It was a really good game, and even Harry got into it at the end. As everyone started walking out, I turned to the boys. “Nice to meet you all!” I said.

“Wait!” Liam handed me his phone. “Put your number in.” He commanded. “I need to talk Falcons with you sometime. This lot isn’t into that kind of sport.”

“Um, sure.” I put my name in as Libby Falconer, and he laughed.

“Here, can I have your phone?” He asked shyly. Harry shifted beside me, and I saw him give Liam a nasty look. I handed him my phone.

“I want Libby’s number!” Louis whined.

“Me, too!” Niall complained. “She’s the only one that could keep up with me when we raced to see who would get the big popcorn!”

“She’s the only one that noticed I did something different with my hair!” Zayn pouted.

“You all can have my number, if I’m that popular.” I laughed.

“Okay!” They all yelled, passing my phone around. Harry got it last, and looked at me.

“Do you want my number, too?” He asked quietly.

“Yeah! Why wouldn’t I?” I asked.

“Cuz you didn’t really seem to like me…” Harry looked down. Louis cleared his throat.

“Oh, look lads. A giant Falcon. Lets go get our picture taken with it.” He pulled the boys away, and Harry and I stood alone.

“Harry, of course I like you.” I looked down as well. “But I didn’t want to fangirl all over you, so I tried to act disinterested. I’m sorry if you took that as me not liking you.”

“Oh.” Harry looked relieved. “I really thought you liked Liam more than me.”

“No, no. I love all you guys, but…” I lowered my voice a bit. “You're my favorite.” A smile burst over his face, and I blushed.

“Well, you're my favorite too, Miss Libby.” He said.

“HARRAH! WE GOTTA GO!” Niall yelled. Harry took my hand.

“Will I see you again?” He asked hopefully.

“Do you want to see me again?” I asked, winking. He laughed.

“Saturday night, seven o’clock.  I’ll text you more details later.” He said, handing me back my phone.

“Um, okay.” I smiled. “See you later, Harry.”

“Bye, Libby.” He kissed my cheek, then walked away. I pressed a hand to my chest, and sighed. OEMGEE. I’m going on a date. WITH HARRY FLIPPING STYLES!!!!!!

 

 

AN: Libby. I. Am. SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG! I am ashamed. I have just had so much going on, and I’m like swamped with all this stupid drama…and I apologize deeply and sincerely. Really. :)

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