I drove home thinking about tonight. Harry was fun to be around. And he's super nice. I tiptoed up the stairs, careful not to wake anyone up. Sadie's barking made me jump as I walked into my room. I tossed my pumps into the closet. My feet were slightly red with marks on them. Sadie's fur tickled my feet as she came near me. Picking her up, I cradled her in my arms, as if she were a baby. I rested her on my bed and grabbed my laptop. Twitter was blown up with pics of me and Harry. Why did it matter who he was with? I shook it off, thinking it was a very weird coincidence that Harry and I were in all of the pictures. I fell fast asleep. The sun peeked through my curtains. Hurting my eyes. Finally awake, my phone vibrated. A unknown number appeared. It had to be Harry. I answered.

"Hello?" I spoke.

"Morning Elodie. Are you busy today." He asked.

"Uhh, no. Why?" I asked.

"Be ready by 3p.m. I want to take you out. What's you address?" He exclaimed.

I told him my address and we hung up. Where did he want to whisk me off? Three o'clock came by fast. I clothed myself in skinny jeans, a oversized grey sweater and boots.

"You have a date today or something?" My grandpa jokingly asked.

"Noo, my friend wants to take me out." I said.

"Boy or girl?" He asked.

"Does it matter?" I asked with a hint of annoyance.

"Yup, it does. If it's a boy, I want to meet him." He stated seriously.

"Don't worry, it's a girl." I lied.

The doorbell rung and I went to answer it. Harry was standing there with his dimples showing. We greeted each other and I quickly shut the door before my grandfather could come out.

"So, where are we going?" I asked looking at him.

"To a concert." He spoke.

"Really? Who." I asked confused.

"Ed Sheeran." He said.

"You.. don't mean Ed, your friend that was at the club?" I questioned.

He shook his head yes. My eyes widen. I met a celebrity and I didn't even know it. I wasn't surprised, he was a stunning singer. He was bound
to be famous.

We arrived at the arena, going through a massive coalition of girls screaming Harry's name. They were jerking him back and forth and gripping at his clothes. How did these girls know him? Maybe because he's Ed's friend.

"You ok?" I asked once we got in.

His hair was no longer pushed to the side. It was all over the place, scattered. He put his head down and shook it, running his fingers through his hair and swooping it to the right. His hair looked normal in a matter of seconds.

"Yeah. Let's go backstage." He said.

After being greeted by the whole staff, we went into a room labeled "Ed Sheeran." It felt awkward being this close to a famous person. The media always makes celebrities look bad, but Ed was very down to earth. Sitting with his guitar on the couch he hugged me, then Harry. After talking about music and guitar, it was time for him to go in stage.

"Good luck mate." Harry patted him on the back.

He nodded and walked off.

"Shouldn't we go now, to watch the concert?" I asked.

His eyes roamed the room.

"I can't go out there, with all those crazy girls. We can watch from a secret location." He said opening the door.

We ended up in a spot located behind the stage. We could see everything. Ed playing and singing and all the fans singing and cheering. My eyes took in everything. This is what I wanted to do, to sing in front of millions of people. His life must be amazing. To sing to all of these people that loved him. After the concert was done, Harry pounced on Ed, saying he was awesome.

"You were ok." I said lying, making it obvious.

"Thanks!" Ed smiled.

To celebrate, we went out for dinner. As we pulled up to the restaurant, random people with cameras starting flashing viciously. Blinded by the white light, I couldn't see who had grabbed my hand. I blinked hard, to see Harry's hand holding mine.

"You alright?" He asked looking at me.

"Yeah. Was that..." I trailed off.

He shook his head. My first encounter with the papparozzi was crazy. They attacked you until they got what they wanted. What could you possibly write about Ed Sheeran going into a restaurant with a couple of friends? Still holding my hand, Harry and I walked to the table. I caught the waitress's wondering eye, catching Harry's hand intertwined with mine. I quickly let go. I hope she hadn't thought Harry and I were a "thing." Harry was a good friend, but I wasn't looking for anything more.

Notes

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