Holding Onto Independence (Harry Styles Love Story)

A small town girl. Biggest boyband in the world. Laughter. Joy. Heartache. Independent. Tragedy. Dreams. Love.
That is just a few words to describe my life. And let me tell you, when tragedy strikes, don't stop, just keep on going ~ Marion Alexander.

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8. Finally

Glasgow

"Ugh, I have nothing to wear!"
I was in the hotel room that Paul booked for me (such a sweetie), flinging clothes out of my suitcases, trying to find something to wear for One Directions first gig of the tour. I mean, it was a rather important occasion, so I needed to find something absolutely fabulous to wear. Don't you just hate it when you have loads of clothes but still nothing to wear? Yeah, me too. I'm still in my towel after the shower, I haven't even done my hair or makeup yet!
"Oh that's it! I'm not going", I shouted at nothing and flung myself onto the bed, laying among all the discarded clothing. I heard the room door open and close but I couldn't be bothered checking who it was. "Heard you shouting all the way from my room", ah the familiar Irish drawl.
"Well, your room is right next door",
I felt the bed shift as Niall sat down next to me. He looked down at me with understanding eyes, "You have nothing to wear", he said, it was more of a statement than a question.
"Wow, well done Sherlock", I replied, my voice dripping with sarcasm. He leaned over, flicked my nose and stood up. "C'mon, I'll help you", he grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet so fast that I had to grab my towel to make sure it didn't fall. That would be awkward. Niall started going through my clothes, in the suitcase, on the bed and on the floor until he let out a "Yeehaw!", not even joking. He handed me the articles of clothing, I looked at the t-shirt and raised an eyebrow at him, all he did was wink and push me towards the bathroom.

When I walked out of the bathroom, Niall was sitting at the vanity table looking through my makeup. He looked at me through the mirror and let out a wolf whistle.
"Easy there, Romeo", I chuckled.
He grinned, "I've picked out what makeup you're gonna wear and there is a hat here too"
I looked down at the items, "You know I am capable of picking out my makeup", he looked at me skeptically, "Judging how you couldn't even pick out a simple outfit, then I highly doubt it sweetheart. I'll leave you to it.", he stood up and walked towards the door whilst I glowered at his retreating back, and sat down at the table. "Oh", I looked over at Niall, "You have an hour left to get ready by the way", he said with a smirk, he quickly ducked and shut the door as a bottle of mascara came soaring towards him. "Crap, I need that!", I scolded myself and ran over to the door to pick it up, outside in the hallway I could hear Niall going into his room, laughing. Foolish leprechaun.


Gig Time

I stepped out into the hotel hallway, feeling self-conscious for some reason. I shouldn't be feeling like this... Maybe its because there's going to be other people there, looking far more glamorous than me. "Dang you look fine girl!", I turned my head to the sound of the voice, and smiled.
"Hey Lou", I glanced behind him and noticed Harry, looking handsome as always. I looked down, smiled and blushed at the same time. Someone cleared their throat in front of me, I looked up and now I was staring into Harry's flawless smiling face. He looked me up and down, taking in my outfit (
http://www.polyvore.com/one_direction_harry_styles/set?id=104250585). "You look beautiful.", he whispered, then walked down the hall towards the elevators. "My lady", I looked at Louis, holding his arm out for me to take.
"My good sir", I let out a laugh, grabbed his arm and then... We started skipping towards the lifts, passing Harry and the other boys in doing so. I just hope that Harry doesn't see the shirt underneath my jumper.

"Wow", That was my first immediate reaction when I stood on the stage that the boys would be performing on in less than an hour. There were literally thousands of seats right in front of me, the thought that they would be filled with dedicated fans soon made feel so exhilarated, alive. Liam came and stood next to me, "Louis told me by the way", I looked at him curiously, "About your voice."
I sighed, "He promised he wouldn't tell anybody", I turned my head back out towards the invisible crowd, I could already hear them screaming and chanting. That's when I realized that the screaming and chanting wasn't in my head. "They're starting to let them in", I jumped when Harry whispered in my ear. I hadn't even realized he was standing there. How long has he been standing there?? I thought fearfully. "Harry, bring her into our room! Otherwise you'll get hounded by a sea of raging hormones!", Zayn shouted over to us. Harry nodded and took my hand in his, intertwining our fingers, and we walked backstage towards - I'm presuming - their dressing room. I blushed slightly, I never noticed until now, that no matter who's hands you're holding, they always seemed to fit perfectly with your own. But with Harry's hand in mine, I noticed. Oh I noticed alright. I guess you don't properly notice until it's the right hand that you're holding. We came to a halt in front of a metal door, Harry knocked softly and asked if people were decent because "There is a lady about to be present", Louis instantly flung the door open wearing just black skinny jeans. "My lady!", he exclaimed, bowing dramatically in my direction. "Forgive me for my nakedness!", I laughed whilst I entered the room, still holding Harry's hand I might add.
"I have to go change. I'll see you soon", Harry turned towards me and kissed my cheek. I nodded with a small smile. "Louis, would you please go and put a shirt on! It isn't your chest Minnie wants to see", Niall said, popping up from nowhere behind me. Louis stuck his tongue out at the Irish lad but obeyed nonetheless.

It was about 10 minutes later. Niall, Liam, Louis and Zayn - being the little devils they are - decided that it would be fun to leave me in the dressing room alone, with Harry. Of course, he didn't know that it was just us 2 yet because he was behind a curtain getting dressed. I'll just let him figure it out on his own. "Guys, can one of you pass me my shirt?", I guess he's going to find out sooner rather than later. I took his shirt off the hanger from the wardrobe and walked over to where he stood behind the curtain, somewhat timidly. He's behind there right now, not wearing a shirt... We're only separated by a thin piece of fabric. My heart seemed to skip a beat as I squeaked out a small "Here". He poked his head out, looking curious but still had a smirk on his face.
"Where are the others?", he eyed my red shirt with the words 'Harry Please' emblazoned across it. I looked down at it in horror, damn it I forgot that I took my jumper off!
"Um, they left.."
Next thing I knew, I was being pulled behind the curtain and was now leaning against a wall with one of Harry's hands on my hip and the other on the wall beside my head. A few mere inches separated me from Harry's muscled bare chest. He stared into my eyes, this may sound cliched but it felt like he was staring into my soul. Into my very being. He put his forehead onto mine, I closed my eyes and just breathed his scent of soap and Lynx in. I opened my eyes to see Harry had leaned in ever so slightly, our noses now touching. "I should probably do this now, before we get interrupted... Again", he whispered huskily. All I could do was swallow. My heart was pounding so hard, I'm surprised that it didn't just break free from my chest. Okay the suspense is killing me! I tilted my head slightly to the right, just to let Harry know that I wanted this, that I needed this. He got the message. He leaned in and closed the gap. His soft lips landing on mine, like an airplane landing on the airstrip runway. I kissed back without hesitation. Our lips synchronizing, like ballet dancers performing Swan Lake. We were in perfect sync. He placed his hand on my cheek whilst I lifted my own hands to run them through his curly hair. This is perfect, just perfect.
There was suddenly multiple clapping sounds coming from behind us. Harry pulled away from me, reluctantly. Both of us a little breathless, my heart still pounding like a jackhammer. I looked behind Harry to see Paul and 4 of 5 One Direction boys, all clapping (Louis pretending to cry). I just had to grin. With Harry holding my hand beside me and the most important people in my life standing in front of me, I cant help but feel loved and nearly complete.


A/N: YAAY!! They finally kissed! Aren't you glad that I didn't wait until about chapter 30 for it like most fan fictions do?? I really do hope that you like this so far. To be completely honest with you, I have no idea where this story is going because I'm winging it and writing at total random whatever happens to come to me....
I'm also thinking of changing the name and picture of this.. If you have any ideas for names then just comment. And if someone could be a dear and make a new picture for me, then that would be fabulous! ^_^
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