The Chosen One
Confessions
Chapter 11: Confessions
Soon the concert in Raleigh was underway. I had quite a bit of down time while the boys were on stage. I found my thoughts often drifting to Harry. My eyes followed him everywhere on stage. I was both looking forward to talking to him and feeling extremely nervous about it. I had no idea what else he was going to say to me. I didn’t know what I would say to him. It was all a mystery to me.
For their first outfit change the boys all came storming off the stage as their guitarist took center stage to distract the screaming girls for a few moments. Their clothes were instantly off of them and I didn’t have a lot of time to notice. I was throwing on jackets, buttoning pants, lacing shoes, and doing all other sorts of madness. To be completely honest I didn’t even really realize which one I was helping. I was too motivated to just get them back on that stage to please their fans as soon as possible. It hadn’t even been a minute and I could tell the crowd was already antsy to get the boys back on stage.
By the second outfit change, I was really getting the hang of everything. I could really see myself getting used to being the wardrobe member of the crew. Too bad tomorrow Lacey would take her job back on tour.
The final outfit change was the quickest of them all. Harry was the last of the boys to take the stage this time. He was lingering a little longer than he should have so I nudged him, “Harry! What are you doing? You should be out there again!”
He smiled, “Relax Mads. I just wanted a few more seconds to look at you.” I couldn’t stop from blushing.
I shyly responded, “Well… umm. You should still be out there.”
He chuckled a bit before nodding and walking to face his adoring fans. The screams of the girls rose to a new volume when the saw him, and I knew why. He was absolutely marvelous.
The show came to a close shortly after, but I wasn’t there to witness it. I was already beginning to put the other outfits away. I knew it would take a while, and I wanted to see Harry as soon as possible. I came back in from outside to see their last outfits in piles on the floor with two notes.
The first was from all of them.
You did so great tonight Maddie, you might even put Lace out of the job! ;P Thanks for all the help!
Love,
Niall, Liam, Zayn, Harry, and Lou
I thought they must have been in a hurry to get to their dressing rooms or something. They were so goofy. I picked up the second note left on top of the only folded clothes pile which I recognized to be Harry’s.
Mads, I’ll be back here in just a little bit. The boys and I need to go out and do a quick meet and greet with some fans. Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be here. Promise.
Xx
Harry
So then I found out where they were in a hurry to. I proceeded to pick their clothes up off the floor and pack them away. I had to take a few trips to load them into the buses, and then I was done for the night. I walked back into the building to wait for Harry.
I watched the other crew members tear down the stage, it was quite crazy how speedy they were. I kept checking the time. It was taking a long time for Harry to get back. Soon, I was left pretty much alone sitting backstage. I waited there by myself for nearly an hour. I began to feel foolish. I should have suspected it to happen. I knew how important his fans were to him. It was then I decided to stand up and return to my bus.
I was just about to exit the stage door when I heard my name being called from the other side, “Mads, Mads! I’m here! Wait!” I heard footsteps running towards me as I turned to find that it was Harry. He continued, “I’m sorry! There was just an overload of fans! I couldn’t get away fast enough!” I nodded my head. I did understand where he was coming form. It was part of his job after all.
“Come here.” He said as he grabbed my hand and walked me towards the arena chairs. We sat down and didn’t say anything for a few moments.
I decided to speak first. “Harry, I’m not really sure what it is you need to say to me, but there is something I need to just tell you first.” He looked shocked not to be the first one to talk, but he nodded his head anyways. I began, “Okay, last time we talked, I said some pretty awful things. I just wanted you to know that I didn’t mean any of it. I’m so sorry. I usually don’t say things that boldly. I guess…I guess I just really must like you… more than anyone else before. I find you absolutely… inspiring.” I looked away not wanting to see the expression on his face. He didn’t say anything right away, and that scared me. So I peeked to see his eyes looking into mine.
When I caught his gaze was when he started, “Mads… I don’t really know what to say. You have no idea how great a feeling that gives me. I thought you completely hated me and were going to make tonight’s conversation difficult. I thought you were only pretending to get along with me earlier for the boy’s sake.” I gave him a questioning look and asked, “How could I do that? I know we haven’t known each other for long, but I really do care for you.” He cut in, “I care for you too, Mads! That’s why I was completely gutted when you told me all that rubbish about me using you.” “I’m sorry.” I restated from earlier.
There was another pause in our conversations when he spoke again. “Mads, there was something I needed to tell you tonight ya know..” I gave him a comforting look to encourage him to continue. “On the bus, I told you I didn’t want to upset my fans by getting into a relationship.” I nodded my head remembering. “…but that isn’t the only reason I am afraid.”
I cut him off rather harshly, “What do you mean by that?”
He continued on, “I mean… that I am afraid that you’ll get hurt.”
I was taken aback by his words when I said, “Harry, everyone is afraid of getting hurt and hurting others, but isn’t a relationship supposed to be worth the risk? We shouldn’t worry about hurting each other.”
He took a moment to take in what I said then responded, “Mads, I am not really afraid of hurting you myself. I would never in a million years want that. I honestly think you are the most captivating person I have ever met. I love talking to you. I understand we have only known each other for a few days, but over those days I have really gotten to know how wonderful and thoughtful you are. I feel like I know you like the back of my hand. I know you love your family more than anything, you are a bit dorky and I think it’s completely adorable, you are shy but extremely bold when you want to be, you are hilarious and make me laugh whenever we are together, you interest me with every word you say, and Mads..”
I didn’t let him finish, I guess you could say I had gotten a knack for cutting him off. Before he could say anything else, I was the one making a move on him. No one had ever expressed those sort of feelings towards me in all my lif. Before I knew what I was doing, my lips were hungrily on his. I could tell he was a bit surprised by my action, but almost instantly he was leaning over his chair into me. His hand reached and rested on the back of my neck. He started to rub his fingers against my skin gently, which almost made me melt. My hands eagerly flew up to his hair and I started twisting his curls between my fingers. Our rough kisses soon slowed into longer and more passionate kisses. My heart felt like it was racing at a million miles an hour. I had never felt so close to someone in my life like I was to Harry.
We stayed kissing in each other’s embraces for a while, but sooner than I would have liked, he was pulling away from me. His emerald gaze held mine. “Mads, you are just completely breathtaking.” he finished. We smiled at each other, but then mine faded as I remembered,
“Why are you afraid of me getting hurt if you don’t plan to do it?”
His smile also faded into a serious look, “… I am afraid…. that my fans will hurt you.” I didn’t really understand his statement. “I don’t get it.” I stated. He explained, “Mads, whenever one of the lads or I get into some sort of relationship, it doesn’t even need to be a serious one, the fans just go crazy.”
“How so?” I asked concerned.
“In various ways. People don’t really think about their actions and words all the time, especially over the internet. They say and do the most hurtful things to get under a person’s skin. When Louis and Eleanor first started to date, she received so many death threats from jealous fans. She had to deactivate her twitter for the longest time. Now they say they aren't even in a real relationship. They make all sorts of just awful notions. It’s such a shame. I would never want to put you through all that mess. It would be too painful, especially if something physically ever happened. I couldn’t live with myself knowing I let that happen to you. I just want… to protect you.”
I didn’t say anything for a while. I never thought about the negative sides of fame. Their private lives weren’t really private, which means whoever is connected to them are pulled into that limelight. I wasn’t sure I could handle all that, but I just cared for Harry so much, and he wanted to protect me. I quietly spoke, “Harry…. I… I just really want to be with you.”
He smiled, “I know. I want very much the same thing.” I continued, “…but everything you just told me… scares me.”
His face grew serious again as he pondered over some thoughts.
We stared into each other’s eyes for a while, when an idea must have popped suddenly into his head. “Mads, umm… how would you feel if we started a sort of…erm… secret relationship?”
It was a rather considerable idea. I weighed the pros and cons and asked, “We tell no one?”
He thought about my question, “Only the people we can truly trust. We can’t run the risk of it getting out. I am serious when I say I don’t want anything or anyone to hurt you. You mean far too much to me for that to happen.”
I smiled and nodded.
Harry spoke again as he stood to stand in front of me, “So let’s make this unofficially, official…. Madeline Cooke, will you be my girlfriend?”
I stood up in response to him, “I’d love to.”
We wrapped our arms around each other, and I felt so…safe. I trusted him. We pulled away and then he smiled and leaned in towards me. Our lips were touching again, and in that moment, I felt like I could just float.
Soon the concert in Raleigh was underway. I had quite a bit of down time while the boys were on stage. I found my thoughts often drifting to Harry. My eyes followed him everywhere on stage. I was both looking forward to talking to him and feeling extremely nervous about it. I had no idea what else he was going to say to me. I didn’t know what I would say to him. It was all a mystery to me.
For their first outfit change the boys all came storming off the stage as their guitarist took center stage to distract the screaming girls for a few moments. Their clothes were instantly off of them and I didn’t have a lot of time to notice. I was throwing on jackets, buttoning pants, lacing shoes, and doing all other sorts of madness. To be completely honest I didn’t even really realize which one I was helping. I was too motivated to just get them back on that stage to please their fans as soon as possible. It hadn’t even been a minute and I could tell the crowd was already antsy to get the boys back on stage.
By the second outfit change, I was really getting the hang of everything. I could really see myself getting used to being the wardrobe member of the crew. Too bad tomorrow Lacey would take her job back on tour.
The final outfit change was the quickest of them all. Harry was the last of the boys to take the stage this time. He was lingering a little longer than he should have so I nudged him, “Harry! What are you doing? You should be out there again!”
He smiled, “Relax Mads. I just wanted a few more seconds to look at you.” I couldn’t stop from blushing.
I shyly responded, “Well… umm. You should still be out there.”
He chuckled a bit before nodding and walking to face his adoring fans. The screams of the girls rose to a new volume when the saw him, and I knew why. He was absolutely marvelous.
The show came to a close shortly after, but I wasn’t there to witness it. I was already beginning to put the other outfits away. I knew it would take a while, and I wanted to see Harry as soon as possible. I came back in from outside to see their last outfits in piles on the floor with two notes.
The first was from all of them.
You did so great tonight Maddie, you might even put Lace out of the job! ;P Thanks for all the help!
Love,
Niall, Liam, Zayn, Harry, and Lou
I thought they must have been in a hurry to get to their dressing rooms or something. They were so goofy. I picked up the second note left on top of the only folded clothes pile which I recognized to be Harry’s.
Mads, I’ll be back here in just a little bit. The boys and I need to go out and do a quick meet and greet with some fans. Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be here. Promise.
Xx
Harry
So then I found out where they were in a hurry to. I proceeded to pick their clothes up off the floor and pack them away. I had to take a few trips to load them into the buses, and then I was done for the night. I walked back into the building to wait for Harry.
I watched the other crew members tear down the stage, it was quite crazy how speedy they were. I kept checking the time. It was taking a long time for Harry to get back. Soon, I was left pretty much alone sitting backstage. I waited there by myself for nearly an hour. I began to feel foolish. I should have suspected it to happen. I knew how important his fans were to him. It was then I decided to stand up and return to my bus.
I was just about to exit the stage door when I heard my name being called from the other side, “Mads, Mads! I’m here! Wait!” I heard footsteps running towards me as I turned to find that it was Harry. He continued, “I’m sorry! There was just an overload of fans! I couldn’t get away fast enough!” I nodded my head. I did understand where he was coming form. It was part of his job after all.
“Come here.” He said as he grabbed my hand and walked me towards the arena chairs. We sat down and didn’t say anything for a few moments.
I decided to speak first. “Harry, I’m not really sure what it is you need to say to me, but there is something I need to just tell you first.” He looked shocked not to be the first one to talk, but he nodded his head anyways. I began, “Okay, last time we talked, I said some pretty awful things. I just wanted you to know that I didn’t mean any of it. I’m so sorry. I usually don’t say things that boldly. I guess…I guess I just really must like you… more than anyone else before. I find you absolutely… inspiring.” I looked away not wanting to see the expression on his face. He didn’t say anything right away, and that scared me. So I peeked to see his eyes looking into mine.
When I caught his gaze was when he started, “Mads… I don’t really know what to say. You have no idea how great a feeling that gives me. I thought you completely hated me and were going to make tonight’s conversation difficult. I thought you were only pretending to get along with me earlier for the boy’s sake.” I gave him a questioning look and asked, “How could I do that? I know we haven’t known each other for long, but I really do care for you.” He cut in, “I care for you too, Mads! That’s why I was completely gutted when you told me all that rubbish about me using you.” “I’m sorry.” I restated from earlier.
There was another pause in our conversations when he spoke again. “Mads, there was something I needed to tell you tonight ya know..” I gave him a comforting look to encourage him to continue. “On the bus, I told you I didn’t want to upset my fans by getting into a relationship.” I nodded my head remembering. “…but that isn’t the only reason I am afraid.”
I cut him off rather harshly, “What do you mean by that?”
He continued on, “I mean… that I am afraid that you’ll get hurt.”
I was taken aback by his words when I said, “Harry, everyone is afraid of getting hurt and hurting others, but isn’t a relationship supposed to be worth the risk? We shouldn’t worry about hurting each other.”
He took a moment to take in what I said then responded, “Mads, I am not really afraid of hurting you myself. I would never in a million years want that. I honestly think you are the most captivating person I have ever met. I love talking to you. I understand we have only known each other for a few days, but over those days I have really gotten to know how wonderful and thoughtful you are. I feel like I know you like the back of my hand. I know you love your family more than anything, you are a bit dorky and I think it’s completely adorable, you are shy but extremely bold when you want to be, you are hilarious and make me laugh whenever we are together, you interest me with every word you say, and Mads..”
I didn’t let him finish, I guess you could say I had gotten a knack for cutting him off. Before he could say anything else, I was the one making a move on him. No one had ever expressed those sort of feelings towards me in all my lif. Before I knew what I was doing, my lips were hungrily on his. I could tell he was a bit surprised by my action, but almost instantly he was leaning over his chair into me. His hand reached and rested on the back of my neck. He started to rub his fingers against my skin gently, which almost made me melt. My hands eagerly flew up to his hair and I started twisting his curls between my fingers. Our rough kisses soon slowed into longer and more passionate kisses. My heart felt like it was racing at a million miles an hour. I had never felt so close to someone in my life like I was to Harry.
We stayed kissing in each other’s embraces for a while, but sooner than I would have liked, he was pulling away from me. His emerald gaze held mine. “Mads, you are just completely breathtaking.” he finished. We smiled at each other, but then mine faded as I remembered,
“Why are you afraid of me getting hurt if you don’t plan to do it?”
His smile also faded into a serious look, “… I am afraid…. that my fans will hurt you.” I didn’t really understand his statement. “I don’t get it.” I stated. He explained, “Mads, whenever one of the lads or I get into some sort of relationship, it doesn’t even need to be a serious one, the fans just go crazy.”
“How so?” I asked concerned.
“In various ways. People don’t really think about their actions and words all the time, especially over the internet. They say and do the most hurtful things to get under a person’s skin. When Louis and Eleanor first started to date, she received so many death threats from jealous fans. She had to deactivate her twitter for the longest time. Now they say they aren't even in a real relationship. They make all sorts of just awful notions. It’s such a shame. I would never want to put you through all that mess. It would be too painful, especially if something physically ever happened. I couldn’t live with myself knowing I let that happen to you. I just want… to protect you.”
I didn’t say anything for a while. I never thought about the negative sides of fame. Their private lives weren’t really private, which means whoever is connected to them are pulled into that limelight. I wasn’t sure I could handle all that, but I just cared for Harry so much, and he wanted to protect me. I quietly spoke, “Harry…. I… I just really want to be with you.”
He smiled, “I know. I want very much the same thing.” I continued, “…but everything you just told me… scares me.”
His face grew serious again as he pondered over some thoughts.
We stared into each other’s eyes for a while, when an idea must have popped suddenly into his head. “Mads, umm… how would you feel if we started a sort of…erm… secret relationship?”
It was a rather considerable idea. I weighed the pros and cons and asked, “We tell no one?”
He thought about my question, “Only the people we can truly trust. We can’t run the risk of it getting out. I am serious when I say I don’t want anything or anyone to hurt you. You mean far too much to me for that to happen.”
I smiled and nodded.
Harry spoke again as he stood to stand in front of me, “So let’s make this unofficially, official…. Madeline Cooke, will you be my girlfriend?”
I stood up in response to him, “I’d love to.”
We wrapped our arms around each other, and I felt so…safe. I trusted him. We pulled away and then he smiled and leaned in towards me. Our lips were touching again, and in that moment, I felt like I could just float.
Notes
Phew! This chapter is longer, but I think it's well worth it... I hope! :)Please subscribe, comment, and vote!! I put super extra thought into this chapter, so it would mean so much!
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-Jen
11/16/13