“Mom, I need to be somewhere right now. I promise that I’ll come to see you tomorrow, alright?” She nodded and I hugged both her and my dad before I left. I won’t disappoint my friends and I can’t disappoint my boyfriend; I need to be supportive just like he is always to me. I took a taxi and gave the driver the road instructions to the arena. I tried calling Harry twice, but he didn’t reply; strange the concert starts in two hours. I called Angela, and she thankfully answered:
.. Phone Conversation ..
Me: “Angie! Please send me someone to escort me inside?”
Angela: “Becks! Finally we hear from you! Hurry up, I’ll send someone to assist you right away. “
Me: “Angie? Why do you sound a little nervous and worried? (I heard her sigh, and I knew deep down something isn’t in its place.)
Angela: “When you’ll come, you’ll know I promise; just come over here already!”
Me: “Ok, ok! I’m almost there, even though I sense something is wrong.”
Angela: “I’ll tell you everything once you arrive!”
.. End of Phone Conversation ..
2 guards helped me out of the cab, as they rushed me inside the arena; wow is this place huge! One of the guards stayed with me till I reached were Louis, Niall, and Angela were standing behind a door. “What’s going on?” I spoke in confusion, while Louis groaned and knocked the door repeatedly with Niall’s followed action.
“(He looked at me and spoke.) Mr. You –Know- Who, doesn’t want to go on stage because you haven’t been here earlier; we’ve been trying to convince him that you are on your way once you called Angela; but he’s been inside since an hour and he refuses to get out!” I hugged Louis, then Niall, and finally Angela; I knocked the door slowly.“Harry? It’s me can I come in?” I heard footsteps stomping hugely from behind the door, and that was when he opened with eyes flaring red fire into mine.
I fixed my shirt (http://www.polyvore.com/orange_rounded_cuteness/set?id=102266416), as he allowed me to get inside; the rest of the guys waited outside; oh boy, here we go. He sat down on the couch racking back and forth as he grabbed his hair tightly in his hands; why is he so upset!? “Harry what’s going on? I was a little bit late bec-…” He cut me off and hissed: “I don’t care! You promised you’ll be here from the start! If you can’t keep your promises then don’t say them!” What. Is. Going. On!?
I breathed the tension accumulating in me, and held my calmness as much as possible; I sat beside him and placed my hand on his knee. “Harry, you know I was at the hospital, visiting my mom. Remember before we came here, I asked you if I can see my mom during the tour and you said as much as I want? What’s wrong with me visiting my sick mother Harry? Tell me, what’s wrong with that, huh?" I started crying and I laid my head back on the couch border; how could Harry be so greedy… I thought he understands.