Does anyone watch Teen Wolf? I swear, that show will be the death of me. That's the only thing I look forward to on Mondays. Other than that, Monday can go shove a cactus up it's ass -.- Okay, sorry for the mini rant xD Enjoy<3

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Chapter 4 – Harry’s P.O.V.

            What the hell is wrong with me? I left my phone with an obsessive (yet highly attractive) fan, and I told her to “hang onto it” for me. I don’t have a password, so she could go on there and spam every celebrity in my contacts. She could hack my social networks. She could practically do anything she wanted on my phone. She could leave with it, she could give everyone in the arena my number. Okay, that’s a little drastic, but she could still share it. But there’s this eerie thing about it that doesn’t bother me. I feel this odd trust towards that girl, and I don’t even fucking know her. Call me crazy, I’d agree with you. It’s just something about those golden brown eyes that drew me in. She was standing by herself at the meet and greet, not even near the actual line. I had to say something to her. I couldn’t let an insanely stunning girl be by herself.

            Yet the pain in her eyes was evident. Even as she adorably rambled and got flustered with excitement, the pain still stayed. And those six words she said to me still clung to my brain: “Thank you for saving my life.” I’ll admit, the lads and I hear that a lot, but it sounded different coming from her. I know a lot of our fans self-harm, and I could even see sealed slashes on Valerie’s wrists, but she was just special. Something about the suffering in her bright eyes, and the sincerity lacing her words struck me. I know I’m completely over my head about this girl I hardly know, but this small part of me wants to know her more. I knew one thing for sure; I will see her again. Not just for my phone, but for her, too. We’ve got a couple weeks off, and I plan on spending at least a small portion of it by her side. God. I sound ridiculously stupid over this girl, but I can’t help it.

            She intrigues me.

            “Earth to Harry!” I snapped my head towards Liam, quirking an eyebrow. He smirked. “You zoned out on us, mate.”

            “He’s probably drooling over that hot girl at the meet and greet,” Louis laughed.

            “I’m not drooling,” I argued, rolling my eyes. “There’s just something about her…”

            “Besides her being insanely attractive?” Zayn chuckled as he plopped down on the couch next to me.

            “Yeah, aside from her attractiveness,” I agreed. “I don’t know, really. I just… I don’t know, she’s different. She thanked me for saving her life.”

            “Harry, we get that all the time,” Niall pointed out. “Every fan has a different reason for it.”

            “I know, but you don’t understand. She just had so much emotion behind it, I guess. She was literally bawling her eyes out, and she clung to me as if her life depended on it,” I told them truthfully. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t mind her hugging me like that. I think it’s cute when fans squeeze you to death. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to hug her again. I kind of liked the way my arms fit around her petite waist. I liked the way her head buried in my shoulder… Jesus, Harry. Shut up already! That’s it. I’m going insane over this damn girl, and I don’t even know her.

            “Aw, Harry’s got a crush!” Louis teased, ruffling my hair as I rolled my eyes. “Call her, mate.”

            “Oh, I will,” I said confidently. Then lowered my gaze. I knew they were going to scream at me for this, but I was screaming at myself for it. “As soon as I get my phone back…” I trailed off.

            “What do you mean?” Niall asked, his eyebrows etching together in confusion.

            I raked a hand through my hair. “I might’ve, kind of, left my phone with her…” I stammered.

            “You what?” Liam shouted, his eyes widening as did the rest of the lads’.

            “Harry, are you insane?” Zayn asked. “You know she could easily leave with your phone. She could give out your contacts and—“

            “I know, I know,” I cut him off with a sigh. “But I don’t know. I really wanted her number in my phone, but then Dillan was a dick and pulled me away. I told her to hang onto it, but I’m going to get Paul to bring her backstage after the show.”

            “You sound pretty damn confident,” Louis commented.   

            I shrugged. “She doesn’t seem like that type of crazy fan to leave with my phone, ya know? I mean, she definitely freaked out when I walked up to her… but she doesn’t seem like the…” I pondered for a word. “The insane fans that crash weddings, steal boxers, hack into security cameras, and hide in dumpsters.”

            The boys laughed at that as Niall said, “We do have some hardcore fans out there.”

            We nodded in agreement, then Lou came in the dressing room to style our hair and crap. I couldn’t help but to keep thinking about Valerie as she ran through my mind like a broken record. Her eyes might have been red and puffy from crying, but I swear the twinkle in those brown eyes made my knees weak. Even with the pain inside them, her golden eyes shimmered so effortlessly, she was almost too flawless. I found it adorable how she flung her arms around my neck and buried her head in my shoulder. I found her rambling adorable, her phone case and lock screen adorable, and overall… I found this new girl irresistible.

Valerie’s P.O.V.

            Harry’s phone was still hidden in my butt pocket as Stevie and I made our way to the front of the stage. Dead smack in the middle. Hell yes.

            I always said if I was going to go to a One Direction concert, I would want to be in the front. Who wouldn’t? But it was mainly because I’m somewhat short, and I had high hopes of touching one of their hands. Little did I know I would’ve hugged one and given him my number… Little did I know I’d have his damn phone in my back pocket. Stevie and I are bother bewildered at the fact he actually let me hold onto it. I mean, I could totally show my crazy fangirl side and run out the doors with it, contacting every celebrity he had a connection with. But as much as I want to do that, I won’t. Hell, if Harry really does want to contact me while he’s in town, he’s gonna need this damn thing. I’m not ruining my chances by being stupid and stealing the boy’s phone.

            Despite my fangirl desires.

            I realized I haven’t finished punching in my number, so when we got to our seats, I slipped his phone into my hand. I could feel the magically sensation of his hand on mine again, but I tried to focus as I swiped the screen.

            “What are you doing? Don’t snoop through his stuff,” Stevie whisper-yelled.

            I rolled my eyes. “I’m not,” I said firmly. “I’m fighting the temptation. But I’m just finishing my number so I can give it back to him.”

            “When will that be?” Stevie asked. “You don’t even know when you’ll see him again. It’s not like you can just hand it to him while he’s on stage.”

            Shit. I didn’t think about that. Still, I said, “I don’t know. I guess he’ll figure it out. He could call me with one of the boys’ phone, if my number stays on his hand.”

            We both silenced as I finished the contact and the lights dimmed. I tucked the phone back into my pocket, but the funny thing was. My phone was in my other butt pocket. I have two iPhones in either of my jean pockets… Who would’ve thought it? This girl wouldn’t have. Like, ever. Not to mention I would’ve never thought it’d be Harry Styles’ phone in my back pocket.

            Their opening act, Five Seconds of Summer, appeared onstage as Stevie and I screamed our heads off. I was stomping my feet like crazy as I strained my vocal chords. The whole time they performed, I sang along and danced and even got a smile and wave from Luke. Calum and Michael smiled in my direction, and I must say… I did see Ashton wink at me. Maybe I’m just fangirling again, but with all the other events that’s happened today, I can never be too sure. This might be all a dream, but it’s a dream I never want to wake up from.

            After the beautiful Australians, the lights finally went out for One Direction to come on. I’ve lost all hearing in my left ear from Stevie, but if I looked to my right, I’d see nothing but the tail of the stage. That was enough to make me smile, even though Luke, Calum, and Michael didn’t come down it. Clearly, Ashton didn’t since he’s sitting on a drum stool, but I’m really hoping the boys do. Maybe I could sneak Harry’s phone into his hand. Maybe I could touch all five of them this time. I had my heart set on meeting all of them, but somehow I got drug out of line. I don’t know how I ended up in a corner, but I also don’t know why Harry left just to talk to me. The whole thing seemed surreal and unbelievable, but there’s no way I’m ever going to forget that moment. Even when he leaves and forgets about me, I’ll keep that moment close to my heart forever.

            Cheesy, but true.

It feels like we’ve been living in fast forward,

Another moment passing by,

Up-Up all night…

            The screams grew louder (Stevie and me included) as the boys trotted down the stairs onto the main stage. I wasn’t processing anything at the moment, considering I was on the verge of a fangirl attack, nearly about to drop dead in this exact spot. Still, my eyes locked with Harry’s and he gave me a smile, waving slightly. Which I gleefully returned.

Katy Perry’s on replay,

She’s on replay,

DJ got the floor to shake,

The floor to shake,

I’m still wide awake…

            Harry sung as he sent me a flirtatious wink to which I mindlessly squealed at. Harry chuckled at my reaction, but Stevie started hopping up and down with me. We screamed the lyrics, looking absolutely ridiculous, but not even caring. I was in perfection’s presence, for God’s sake. I should be acting perfect, but that would make me a fake. And if Harry does want to hang out with me, I don’t want to send him someone I’m not. Not only that, but I can’t control my fangirl body, mind, and heart. They squeal and flail as they please, and I’m perfectly okay with that.

            And by the cheeky grin on Harry’s face as he looked at me, I’m pretty sure he was okay with that too.