London Love

When class was over, I hurried home to my apartment to start getting ready for my first One Direction concert. It was 4pm now and I was meeting Edward at 7pm so I decided to start curling my hair.

Once I was finished I did my makeup. I decided doing it a little more fancy that usual since tonight was a very special occasion. I stepped out of the bathroom and stared at my closet, debating what I wanted to wear.

I finally settled on a black tight dress with a tiny black belt around the smallest part of my frame. Over the dress I wore a gold and black sequined Chevron print blazer. It was sparkly and just looked like a good time.

I grabbed a bag slouch bag and threw on my black Steven Madden pumps. Giving myself one last look-over, I grabbed my keys and was out the door.

I decided to walk to the concert hall and arrived around 6:45. I started to make my way to the back entrance when I noticed a guy leaning against the wall. He was absorbed into his iPhone, but I noticed that he had curly brown hair and wore black maroon skinny jeans and a black V-neck and grey suit jacket. He had on Aviator sunglasses, but continued to stare down at his phone. He looked a little too dressed up to be hanging out behind the backstage area.

As I started to walk towards the entrance I noticed that this guy looked a lot like Edward so I decided to call his name to see if it was him.

“Edward?” I questioned.

He looked up from his phone at me. When he saw me a huge smile came across his face.

“Wow! You look beautiful!” he said giving me the signal to turn, which I did. It made both of us let out a small laugh.

“Stunning.” He said pulling me in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

He cleared his throat. “I have some people that I want you to meet.”

He grabbed my hand and led me in through the backstage door. I thought for sure that the security guard would stop us, but he tipped his hat to Edward as he walked by. “What is going on?!” I thought to myself.

My questions were soon answered when we arrived at a room with the name “Louis Tomlinson” across it. My jaw dropped as Edward looked at me smiling. He knocked on the door.

“Hey Lou! Open Up! I’ve got someone I want you to meet.” Edward said looking down at me and squeezed my hand a little.

Louis opened the door and got an excited look on his face when he saw me.

“Lindsay!! How are you love?!” He asked looking at Edward and winking.

“I…Uh….Good thanks. Yourself?” I said completely star struck and confused at what was happening. This is THE Louis Tomlinson. Of the incredibly famous worldwide boy band One Direction. How did Edward know him? How are we even here right now?

I looked back at Edward for reassurance. OH MY GOD! He had taken his sunglasses off and I now realized whom I was standing with.

“YOU’RE HARRY STYLES?!” I yelled at him, letting go of his hand and dropping my mouth in disbelief.

This made him and Louis crack up. Somebody needs to explain to me what’s going on. RIGHT NOW.

“Come on in and Harry will explain everything to you.” Louis said taking my hand and leading me to the red couch that was in his dressing room.

Edward/Harry took his seat next to me on the couch and Louis sat in the director’s chair, which I would assume was for getting his hair/makeup done. Louis and Harry were both smiling and quickly glanced at each other. Harry cleared his throat, looking down at the ground, then turned to me. Looking a me with those incredible green eyes.

“So I’m not really sure where to start so bare with me.” He said letting out a small chuckle. “I guess I’ll start by introducing myself. My name’s not Edward. It’s Harry and yes I am in One Direction. I try to keep a low profile at school and I lie about my name so that I can avoid being recognized. I’m only taking History at Cambridge, and I don’t go to class that much because of touring and things with the band. But whenever I’m home and have time I like to go to the classroom and feel normal for a while, even if it’s just an hour.”

He looked down again, playing with his hands. Then continued…

“When I took you out to lunch and got to know you I really started to like you, but I didn’t know how to tell you I had lied about my name. When you played One Direction in the car and I found out you were a fan, I thought for sure you would recognize me, but you still didn’t.” He stopped and laughed. Louis did too a bit. “So I thought that I would tell you here, at the concert, and give you a chance to see what my life’s like. All the things I told you were true… Just not my name.”

He looked at me with worry in his eyes. I was completely shocked. I was a fan on One Direction how could I not recognize Harry Styles when I just spent a good majority of my day with him?

I’m sure the confused look was still very prevalent on my face but I smiled and looked at Harry, turning to speak…

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