The Chosen One
After Party
Chapter 4: After Party
Harry, me, and the boys all left the stadium through a small back door. I walked behind them as we made our way to the black SUVs which would take us to the destination. There were several vehicles which were to serve as decoys I assumed. About 50 yards away there was a fence with guards standing in front, blocking many screaming girls and paparazzi with cameras trying to get a glimpse of the boys.
Since I was walking behind them I hoped that I wasn’t in the line of fire with the cameras. I really didn’t need to become One Direction’s mystery girl or something of that sort in the media. All I wanted was a fun night with them that I would remember for the rest of my life. I was sure that much would be accomplished at least.
The boys formed a line blocking me from the crowd, almost knowing my previous thoughts. Zayn told me, “You get in first Maddie. That way the people won’t be able to snap pictures of you.” I thanked him as Harry helped me into the car. Harry said, “We are just going to go sign a few autographs down there, we will be right back Mads.”
“Alright,” I replied and smiled. Harry smiled back as he shut the door to the car.
Sitting in the car by myself gave me time to ponder my thoughts. It was amazing to think just a little over an hour ago I was standing in a crowd amongst hundreds of screaming fans barely able to do anything, and now I was chatting it up with the boys about to go to a party with them. It was then it hit me that they are actual real people. It sounds weird, but you never think of celebrities as being on your level, because they are so famous and completely gorgeous. I realized all they probably want is to be treated like five normal guys. I am not sure why it hit me then, but I was just happy to be considered a sort of friend to them in that moment.
About ten minutes later the boys all piled into the car talking about how wonderful their fans are. There was something about the way they talked about their loving fans that was just so humbling and comforting that there were still some celebrities who really dedicate all their success to the fans.
It was quite a tight squeeze having 6 people in the back of a vehicle, but we managed. I asked all of them, “So where exactly are we going?”
Louis replied, “We are just going to a sort of house party. Real chill. Most likely be some dancing and probably about fifty guests. Really low key. We didn’t want a bunch of paparazzi finding out and crashin it.”
I looked kind of stunned and questioned him, “Fifty is a small get together?”
Liam laughed and replied, “Sure, for us.”
Harry took my hand and looked me straight in the eyes with his glowing emeralds. “You will be just fine. There is nobody there to impress, you haven’t already” he said with a wink. He continued, “Besides, no promises from these other guys, but I won’t leave your side Mads.”
I smiled and said, “Good!”
When we arrived at the house and walked in, it was way more than a low key party to me. There was a DJ rocking out to a song I didn’t recognize, lights flashing everywhere, and people dancing wildly! Liam, Zayn, Niall, and Louis immediately diffused into the party scene, leaving Harry and myself alone.
Harry grabbed my hand and led me through the hordes of people while telling people hello as we passed by and waved to others he must have known on the other side of the room. We finally got to a sort of drink table and he let go of my hand. He grabbed one drink, which I assumed to be alcoholic and started to drink from it. He looked at me and suddenly looked appalled with himself and quickly said, “Oh Mads, I’m sorry! I didn’t offer you anything! Would you like a drink?”
I hesitated a bit, but I thought to myself, this was perfectly acceptable from where he is from. Plus, I was a college girl. People my age drink all the time. I then cheekily replied, “What the heck, sure!” He smiled and handed me one and I began to sip from it.
After downing a few drinks we walked back to the large living room of the house where everybody was dancing and having a goodtime. Harry asked me, “Would you like to dance?”
I looked at him hesitantly a bit scared and sarcastically said, “I don’t think you could handle my dance moves.” In reality, I really was a horrid dancer. He chuckled at me and replied, “I think I accept that challenge.”
He most have noticed how I was really feeling about the dancing and said, “Mads, don’t worry. You couldn’t be any worse than me. I am a horrible dancer. Literally the only way I look good at it is when it’s choreographed for me.”
I laughed and said, “Well let’s see then.”
He then proceeded to walk to the middle of the room looked straight at me and started flailing his limbs all around like a mad man. I soon joined him and both of us were laughing so hard we almost couldn’t breathe. Soon after I think the alcohol in our systems was starting to sink in. We were both shouting lyrics at the top of our lungs while doing the most outrageous dances, which I can’t even remember how they went now. I believe one of them involved some sort of rowing motion. At some point the other boys joined us in dancing, and soon the whole room was just in a giant circle jumping around. I think it was seriously the funniest thing I have ever been a part of.
After a while I could feel myself starting to wind down and get a bit dizzy. So I walked over to a small couch in the corner of the room. Harry must have noticed me walking away and followed me. He asked, “Is everything alright Mads?”
I replied, “Yeah, I just need to sit for a bit.” He nodded and sat down next to me, practically on top of me. We started to just chat about random things and I had the feeling that I had known him for years again
. We laughed at times and had really serious moments at other times. It was like he really understood me and we could tell each other anything.
Our talking eventually quieted down and neither one us said anything, like we were in deep thought. Harry then turned and laid his head down on my lap with his body draped across the couch. He looked up into my eyes as I brushed my hands through his curly brown hair. He said, “You should come on tour with us.”
Surprised by this statement, all I could muster was, “What?”
He continued, “Mads, I have never met a girl I like to talk to as much as you. I don’t want you to leave me. If you came on tour, I would have you for the rest of summer at least.”
I smiled and replied, “That would be the most amazing thing ever, but I just don’t see how it would work out. When I get home I have to find a summer job to pay for college.”
He quickly interrupted, “You can work on the tour! I’m sure somebody could use some extra help! You could practically get paid to spend time with me.”
I pondered over my thoughts for a bit. The thought of it was extremely nice. A whole summer making money while working alongside One Direction, it sounded more like a dream to be honest! He continued, “You can go home tonight, talk to your parents, and come on tour after our next show tomorrow in Nashville.”
“You have a show tomorrow already? Why aren't you not on the road yet?” I practically demanded.
He replied, “The stage crew are there by now setting up, we fly out tomorrow morning.” I nodded my head and then checked my phone. Then I realized, “Shit it’s 12:45! I was supposed to be on a shuttle bus at midnight! I think there is another one leaving in fifteen minutes though, but we need to leave now!”
Surprised by my sudden outburst Harry rose to his feet and grabbed my hand, “Let’s go then.”
The other boys were quickly rounded up by Harry as they wished everyone remaining at the party farewell. The man who drove us there was still waiting in the car for us. We all quickly piled in and drove to the shuttle bus station. When we got there the next bus was thankfully still there. I thanked the boys and got out of the crowded vehicle. Harry climbed out as well and followed me to the bus. He grabbed my hand. “Don’t leave me. Think about coming with us on tour.”
I quickly replied, “I will.” He handed me a slip of paper with his number on it. I scribbled down mine on a piece of paper I had in my purse.
He gave me a quick hug and pulled away to grab my shoulders and to look me in the eyes and said, “See you later Mads” and then before I knew it Harry Styles planted a very passionate kiss on my lips, but before I even had time to react they were gone and he was walking away back to the car. I didn’t have time to call for him. I had to catch the last bus back home.
I boarded the bus with so many thoughts in my mind. First thing was first, I texted my parents that I was on the bus to return home. They were going to be so worried about me. As the bus pulled away my thoughts were consumed by Harry, our conversation, and that surprising kiss.
Harry, me, and the boys all left the stadium through a small back door. I walked behind them as we made our way to the black SUVs which would take us to the destination. There were several vehicles which were to serve as decoys I assumed. About 50 yards away there was a fence with guards standing in front, blocking many screaming girls and paparazzi with cameras trying to get a glimpse of the boys.
Since I was walking behind them I hoped that I wasn’t in the line of fire with the cameras. I really didn’t need to become One Direction’s mystery girl or something of that sort in the media. All I wanted was a fun night with them that I would remember for the rest of my life. I was sure that much would be accomplished at least.
The boys formed a line blocking me from the crowd, almost knowing my previous thoughts. Zayn told me, “You get in first Maddie. That way the people won’t be able to snap pictures of you.” I thanked him as Harry helped me into the car. Harry said, “We are just going to go sign a few autographs down there, we will be right back Mads.”
“Alright,” I replied and smiled. Harry smiled back as he shut the door to the car.
Sitting in the car by myself gave me time to ponder my thoughts. It was amazing to think just a little over an hour ago I was standing in a crowd amongst hundreds of screaming fans barely able to do anything, and now I was chatting it up with the boys about to go to a party with them. It was then it hit me that they are actual real people. It sounds weird, but you never think of celebrities as being on your level, because they are so famous and completely gorgeous. I realized all they probably want is to be treated like five normal guys. I am not sure why it hit me then, but I was just happy to be considered a sort of friend to them in that moment.
About ten minutes later the boys all piled into the car talking about how wonderful their fans are. There was something about the way they talked about their loving fans that was just so humbling and comforting that there were still some celebrities who really dedicate all their success to the fans.
It was quite a tight squeeze having 6 people in the back of a vehicle, but we managed. I asked all of them, “So where exactly are we going?”
Louis replied, “We are just going to a sort of house party. Real chill. Most likely be some dancing and probably about fifty guests. Really low key. We didn’t want a bunch of paparazzi finding out and crashin it.”
I looked kind of stunned and questioned him, “Fifty is a small get together?”
Liam laughed and replied, “Sure, for us.”
Harry took my hand and looked me straight in the eyes with his glowing emeralds. “You will be just fine. There is nobody there to impress, you haven’t already” he said with a wink. He continued, “Besides, no promises from these other guys, but I won’t leave your side Mads.”
I smiled and said, “Good!”
When we arrived at the house and walked in, it was way more than a low key party to me. There was a DJ rocking out to a song I didn’t recognize, lights flashing everywhere, and people dancing wildly! Liam, Zayn, Niall, and Louis immediately diffused into the party scene, leaving Harry and myself alone.
Harry grabbed my hand and led me through the hordes of people while telling people hello as we passed by and waved to others he must have known on the other side of the room. We finally got to a sort of drink table and he let go of my hand. He grabbed one drink, which I assumed to be alcoholic and started to drink from it. He looked at me and suddenly looked appalled with himself and quickly said, “Oh Mads, I’m sorry! I didn’t offer you anything! Would you like a drink?”
I hesitated a bit, but I thought to myself, this was perfectly acceptable from where he is from. Plus, I was a college girl. People my age drink all the time. I then cheekily replied, “What the heck, sure!” He smiled and handed me one and I began to sip from it.
After downing a few drinks we walked back to the large living room of the house where everybody was dancing and having a goodtime. Harry asked me, “Would you like to dance?”
I looked at him hesitantly a bit scared and sarcastically said, “I don’t think you could handle my dance moves.” In reality, I really was a horrid dancer. He chuckled at me and replied, “I think I accept that challenge.”
He most have noticed how I was really feeling about the dancing and said, “Mads, don’t worry. You couldn’t be any worse than me. I am a horrible dancer. Literally the only way I look good at it is when it’s choreographed for me.”
I laughed and said, “Well let’s see then.”
He then proceeded to walk to the middle of the room looked straight at me and started flailing his limbs all around like a mad man. I soon joined him and both of us were laughing so hard we almost couldn’t breathe. Soon after I think the alcohol in our systems was starting to sink in. We were both shouting lyrics at the top of our lungs while doing the most outrageous dances, which I can’t even remember how they went now. I believe one of them involved some sort of rowing motion. At some point the other boys joined us in dancing, and soon the whole room was just in a giant circle jumping around. I think it was seriously the funniest thing I have ever been a part of.
After a while I could feel myself starting to wind down and get a bit dizzy. So I walked over to a small couch in the corner of the room. Harry must have noticed me walking away and followed me. He asked, “Is everything alright Mads?”
I replied, “Yeah, I just need to sit for a bit.” He nodded and sat down next to me, practically on top of me. We started to just chat about random things and I had the feeling that I had known him for years again
. We laughed at times and had really serious moments at other times. It was like he really understood me and we could tell each other anything.
Our talking eventually quieted down and neither one us said anything, like we were in deep thought. Harry then turned and laid his head down on my lap with his body draped across the couch. He looked up into my eyes as I brushed my hands through his curly brown hair. He said, “You should come on tour with us.”
Surprised by this statement, all I could muster was, “What?”
He continued, “Mads, I have never met a girl I like to talk to as much as you. I don’t want you to leave me. If you came on tour, I would have you for the rest of summer at least.”
I smiled and replied, “That would be the most amazing thing ever, but I just don’t see how it would work out. When I get home I have to find a summer job to pay for college.”
He quickly interrupted, “You can work on the tour! I’m sure somebody could use some extra help! You could practically get paid to spend time with me.”
I pondered over my thoughts for a bit. The thought of it was extremely nice. A whole summer making money while working alongside One Direction, it sounded more like a dream to be honest! He continued, “You can go home tonight, talk to your parents, and come on tour after our next show tomorrow in Nashville.”
“You have a show tomorrow already? Why aren't you not on the road yet?” I practically demanded.
He replied, “The stage crew are there by now setting up, we fly out tomorrow morning.” I nodded my head and then checked my phone. Then I realized, “Shit it’s 12:45! I was supposed to be on a shuttle bus at midnight! I think there is another one leaving in fifteen minutes though, but we need to leave now!”
Surprised by my sudden outburst Harry rose to his feet and grabbed my hand, “Let’s go then.”
The other boys were quickly rounded up by Harry as they wished everyone remaining at the party farewell. The man who drove us there was still waiting in the car for us. We all quickly piled in and drove to the shuttle bus station. When we got there the next bus was thankfully still there. I thanked the boys and got out of the crowded vehicle. Harry climbed out as well and followed me to the bus. He grabbed my hand. “Don’t leave me. Think about coming with us on tour.”
I quickly replied, “I will.” He handed me a slip of paper with his number on it. I scribbled down mine on a piece of paper I had in my purse.
He gave me a quick hug and pulled away to grab my shoulders and to look me in the eyes and said, “See you later Mads” and then before I knew it Harry Styles planted a very passionate kiss on my lips, but before I even had time to react they were gone and he was walking away back to the car. I didn’t have time to call for him. I had to catch the last bus back home.
I boarded the bus with so many thoughts in my mind. First thing was first, I texted my parents that I was on the bus to return home. They were going to be so worried about me. As the bus pulled away my thoughts were consumed by Harry, our conversation, and that surprising kiss.
Notes
This is a longer chapter. Mostly because everything was just sort of pouring out... so I went with it I guess. Hope you enjoy!! :) Please leave a comment to tell me your thoughts!I hope I will be able to update tomorrow, we will see! :))
-Jen
11/16/13