Harry didn’t turn up for the rest of the concert. When I expressed my worry to Zayn all he had to say was that “Harry is a big boy and can take care of himself”.
Excluding the fact that Harry didn’t show up, the concert was really, very good. Bricia seemed to like it, although I couldn’t really tell if it was because of Ed giving her and I a shout out after he sang ‘Don’t’, or Niall holding her hand and hugging her all throughout the concert.
I didn’t want to admit it, but I was really hoping Harry would come back up to the suite and sit with me. Maybe he had a point in being upset with me. He admitted that he liked me and I totally shot him down. I know that if it were the other way around I wouldn’t want that treatment.
I would want him to accept me with open arms, which is exactly what I didn’t do. God, I’m such a bitch sometimes.
About five minutes before the concert ended we were smuggled backstage where we watched the rest of the concert and waited for Ed. When he got off the stage he took us backstage to chill. We all settled in on the sofas and chatted amongst ourselves. Soon Ed turned to me and asked where Harry was.
“Not sure. Haven’t seen him since” I started to say until I was cut off by the slamming of the dressing room door. Harry stood there with a really pretty brunette, who looked like Kim Kardashian, on his arm.
“Eddy!” he called dragging the girl along with him. “Great job mate, really excellent.”
Ed got up to greet Harry and I turned away towards Zayn. I quickly started up a conversation with him, while still listening to what Harry was saying. Harry was talking to Ed about the concert, but I noticed that he had his hand on the small of mini Kim’s back. He soon introduced her as Bianca and as he did my teeth started to grind together in anger.
Jealousy coursed through my veins as I watched Harry sit Bianca on his lap like he had done earlier with me. I got up and walked over to Ed who was talking to Liam and Louis. I sat down next to Ed and pretended to listen while thinking over what I just saw. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Harry and Bianca kissing and my insides squirmed. Liam and Louis got up and walked over to the snack table and Ed turned to me.
“So, what’s up?” He smiled. I snuck another glance over at Harry and watched as his hand crept up her shirt. It was then that I decided that if that’s how he wanted to play, then so be it. I turned back to Ed and kissed him.
As brief as it was, I could tell that Ed wanted to kiss me back; however, he pulled away, grabbed my hand, and led me out of the room. I followed close behind him as he entered a small closet filled with cleaning sprays and mop buckets. I smiled as I leaned up to kiss him again but he turned his head in time for my lips to land on his cheek.
“As much as I would love to kiss you, and believe me, I would really like to, I can’t. I saw the way Harry looked at you and I can’t do that to him, I’m sorry but he’s my mate.” I sighed and slumped against the door.
“I blew it though.”
“What do you mean?” he asked.
“Harry said he likes me but I blew him off and he stormed out. Next thing I know he has some Kim Kardashian looking skank hanging all over him.”
“Oh, so you were jealous” He smirked.
“Yeah. I was, am, jealous. I’m sorry I used you” I said looking up at him. The darkness surrounded us and it was hard to make out his features but I knew he was close.
“Don’t be. I don’t mind, I understand how you feel” he sighed. I could feel him kneel down next to me as his finger lifted my chin to his face. “In fact, I’m going to help you” He said.
“Help me with what?”
“I mean that I’m going to help you make him jealous. He may be my friend, but he’s acting like an asshole.” With that Ed leaned forward and kissed me. It was short and sweet but nothing compared to Harry’s kisses.
He helped me up and we left the closet and reentered the dressing room. Upon reentry I noticed that Harry was no longer all over Bianca, but talking to Bricia and Niall while his skank was sitting on the sofa talking on her phone. Liam and Louis were talking in the corner with Zayn. Ed grabbed my hand and pulled me over to where Bricia, Niall, and Harry were. I sat next to Bricia and Ed sat next to me. He place his hand gently on my thigh and squeezed. I could see Harry looking from Ed’s hand to my face in confusion. Bricia and I chatted about school and the classes we were taking while the others listened, with Niall telling us more about his old life.
“One of these days I would love to visit Ireland” I said dreamily. “It’s always been my dream to go there.”
“Now I know what to get you for your birthday” piped up Harry.
I looked at him and faked a smile. “That’s very generous of you, but I think I’d rather go with my friends.”
“I thought we were friends” he said.
“So did I but things change don’t they?” I replied.
“Maybe if you weren’t so stubborn they wouldn’t have to change.”
“I’d rather be stubborn than unfaithful” I snarled back
“I’m not unfaithful. You would know that if you gave me a chance” he rolled his eyes.
“I can’t even give you a chance because when you don’t get your way you run off and grab the nearest willing slut!” I yelled standing up.
He stood up too “I only did that to see how you felt!”
“How about you just ask me how I feel?”
“I did and you turned me down!”
“Maybe I was nervous, did you think of that?”
“You have no right to be nervous after I told you how I felt.”
“You mean after you blindsided me?” I asked.
“I didn’t blind side you, I thought you felt the same way! All I wanted was to shag you but you’re such a fucking prude that you couldn’t just let it happen could you? Stop being such a bitch and let me fuck you”
I inhaled sharply and marched out of the room ignoring Harry’s call about how he didn’t mean it.
I navigated through the halls of the arena getting lost after taking a wrong turn. Going up a flight of stairs I found myself in the back of the Palace and sat down in one of the many seats.
The view from up above was breath taking. Hundreds of seats and I happened to have sat in seat one of row D in the upper balcony. One D, how ironic.
I could feel the tears starting up behind my eyes. I refused to let them fall. I was going to stay strong like I always did. I pulled out my phone and called the house. Shane answered on the second ring.
“Go to bed rugrat” I said smiling.
“Nice to talk to you too” He joked.
“How is everything?”
“Good, the others are in bed. I’m playing X-box” He said, and sure enough I could hear the faint sound of Call of Duty.
“Alright, well I’ll be home later so don’t stay up to late.” I said goodbye and he hung up.
“How are they?” Asked a voice.
I looked up into the emerald eyes that belonged to Harry.
I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to my phone. I pulled up a game while Harry climbed over the row behind me and sat down next to me. We sat in silence for a few minutes.
I had given up on the game and was staring out into the vast space of the arena.
“I didn’t mean what I said.”
“Of course you meant it, otherwise you wouldn’t have said it. It was on your mind.”
“No it really wasn’t” cue the silence yet again.
This silence was deafening, funny how that happens.
Off in the distance I could see some workers attempting to take the large stage apart. One of the guys was carrying off a set of steps, another was grabbing all the microphones strewn across the stage.
“I never envied those guys. Always seemed like such a rough job.” Harry said observing the men at work. Another man had just dropped something large on his foot and was now howling in pain hopping around on the other foot. “If you don’t like me, you could have just said so.”
I was quiet. There was so much going through my head and I wanted to choose my words carefully. “I do like you” I said not looking in his direction.
“Why didn’t you just tell me?” he asked. I could tell by his voice that he was fighting a smile.
“Because every time something good happens to me, something awful follows.” Harry grabbed my hand and squeezed.
“Nothing bad is going to happen to you, I won’t let it” he said.
‘Don’t cry Melissa, don’t do it. Stay strong. You’re a strong person’ I thought.
“How about we just try again, sound good?” he asked. I nodded my head looking up.
Harry got to his feet and offered his hand to me. I took it and he pulled me to my feet. “I really like you Melissa, and I really would like to try things out with you. So would you please, be my girlfriend?”
It was the deciding factor. As I looked out across the arena and then into his eyes, I knew that it would be the craziest adventure of my life, and that if I said no, I would forever regret it.
So I said ‘yes’.