Pretty Girl

*Liam POV*
Wow, that was the most intense concert of my life. I can’t even begin to imagine what the lads are thinking… That girl, she was just amazing. When Harry winked at her I thought I was going to blow a fuse. Where is the overprotective and possessive attitude coming from? She probably has a boyfriend that’s waiting for her at home, I mean, look how gorgeous she is. There’s no way she’s single… But I can’t get her out of my head. I have to see if she is as gorgeous as I remember. Thank God for the band playing out a few songs so the lads and I can have a moment to ourselves after the end to just relax. But I can’t relax, and the lads aren’t letting me be by myself.
“Liam, what’s going on with you man, you seem really jumpy and unfocused,” Zayn says as the inquisition starts.
“Bro, you look like you could run a marathon, I mean, I know the after-concert high is intoxicating, but calm down and let’s get something to eat. I’m starving!” This comes from Niall. Of course.
Harry, surprisingly, hasn’t said anything yet. But when Niall finishes he steps in.
“It was that girl. You know the one he talked to during the interview? Isn’t it Liam? I saw the look you gave me when I winked at her.”
I seriously cannot handle this anymore. I take off. I sprint towards my dressing room, and wipe my face and neck off with a towel. I’m sweaty like no other, but that’s how I always am after a concert. What I’m about to do is making it worse though. I put a clean towel in my back pocket, knowing I’m going to need it because of the sweat, and put my favorite cap on. I would put on a jumper, but it’s just too hot for that, so I change my shirt to a plain white t-shirt. Looking in the mirror, I cringe. The t-shirt is just a little too small, my muscles bulging out. There’s no time, it’ll have to do. I throw on some cologne and race out the door, bumping into Harry and Zayn.
“Liam, what’s the rush man?” Zayn asks.
“I got to go, I don’t have much time before they clear out, and I’ve got to go!” I say.
I push past them muttering some sort of half apology, not apologetic at all. Racing through the back hallways the fans are kept from, I pass through the door to enter the hallways surrounding the stadium. I rush down the stairs, glad that the fans in this area have already cleared out, and that the fans on the floor are the only ones left. Thank God for small miracles. I spot her about to come through the door, and hurry to stand up against the wall. One little girl sees me, and almost screams, but I wink at her and put my fingers to my lips telling her to be quiet. No one else spots me. I’m leaning against the wall by the doors they’re exiting so they shouldn’t look back anyway. That’s why I chose this spot. Because I know she’s going to walk by and not see me. There she goes looking as beautiful as ever, staring straight ahead, as if in some sort of trance. You can almost see the gears turning in her head. I only came down here to see her one more time, but just like on stage, I can’t stop myself.
“Hey, pretty girl.”
She freezes, standing absolutely stock still as the crowd streams around her, yelling rude remarks. Slowly, painfully slow, she turns around.

Notes

What will happen next? The next chapter will be from "My POV". The song for this chapter is Something Great.