In a Heartbeat
Missing: Harry Styles of One Direction
Harry's POV
As Melody spoke, I stole glances at Katrina. She was looking out the window, trying to see out the blackened glass.
"She's going to blush like crazy once she sees your face, so try to hide until the last possible moment, and tell her what to do, okay? Make sure she doesn't answer any questions and if she wants to get inside, get her inside immediately. Don't stop for pictures or anything," Melody whispered. "Understand?"
"Yeah. I'll pass it on to the others. You go tell her what she needs to know," I whispered back.
"Okay."
I leaned over to Niall and gave him the instructions Melody had given me and told him to pass it one. He leaned over to Zayn, who leaned over to Liam, who leaned over to Louis. Louis chuckled and whispered something to Liam, and the process went on until it reached me. I grabbed Melody's hand and pulled her over to me.
"Louis wants to take Katrina, so tell her she has to get out first, okay?"
"Got it!" she whispered excitedly, then went back to sit next to Katrina.
This was going to be the best concert yet.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Melody's POV
Flashing lights surrounded me, coming from all directions.
"I see the light!" I shouted dramatically. I heard Harry laugh from beside me. In front of us, Louis and Zayn were on either side of a shocked Katrina. She turned her head to look back at me and her jaw dropped when she saw who I was with. I grinned at her.
We finally got through the door, and it suddenly seemed much too dark.
"Hey! Who turned off the lights?" I joked, pretending to stumble and fall. I walked over to Katrina.
"So THIS is who we're seeing tonight?! ONE DIRECTION?!?!?!?!?!" she whisper-shouted at me. "How on EARTH could you afford tickets, let alone a RIDE from the boys themselves and all the other stuff?!"
"Um, I couldn't," I answered, shrugging. She looked at me funny.
"Then how--"
"I'll tell you later, okay? This isn't the only surprise I have for you," I said, putting my arm around her shoulder and turning her around. "Just go meet the boys, and act natural."
"How does my hair look? Is my makeup smudged?" she asked, turning toward me.
"Well, I did them both, didn't I? Of course your head looks amazing! Now go! I'm right behind you," I said, exasperated. I pushed her toward the boys, following her closely so she wouldn't try to run back the other way.
"Hi, Katrina!" Zayn said cheerily when we walked over. I glared at him. He wasn't supposed to know her name.
"H-how do you know my name?" Katrina stuttered, obviously nervous.
Goddammit.
"Uh- we, uh, are given the names of the people who have backstage passes so we know who they are when we meet them," Liam lied. Thank God for Liam.
"Oh. I didn't know that," Katrina said slowly.
"I didn't either. So I guess that means you guys know I'm Melody," I said quickly.
"Yeah, we did actually," Niall said, grinning. Zayn was chewing on his lip nervously.
It was only a matter of time before one of them told her what my other surprise was, so I had to come up with something - and fast.
"Oh, well, I guess we'll be seeing you during the intermission and after the concert then. You probably need to finish getting ready. Bye now!" I said, steering Katrina away from the boys and out into the audience (crowd? fans? seats?). We found our seats quickly, which was surprising because there were a ton of girls trying to steal seats that were closer to the stage. The only problem with our seats was that there were already girls sitting in them.
They had taken our seats.
"Um, excuse me, but I think you're in my seat," I shouted over the noise of all the screaming fans.
"Nope. This is my seat," she shouted back, brushing her fake blonde hair out of her face as if she owned the place.
"Can I see your ticket then?" I asked.
"Why? You gonna try to take them because you're jealous of my seat?"
"No, I'm going to look at it and get security if you're not in your place," I shouted. "Or I'll just get them to take a look at your ticket and escort you out if you're taking my seat."
"Yeah, right. Like you could do that," she sneered.
"I could. I'm actually a friend of the band, so don't underestimate me," I said. I mentally facepalmed myself after I let that out.
"That's the oldest excuse in the book. Don't even bother trying that with me," she shouted back.
"Alright. You've left me with no choice then," I said, pulling out my phone. I pulled up Harry's contact information and showed it to her. "See this? I can text him and he'll answer."
"Yeah, right. And I have a magic unicorn. I can change a name in my contacts, too."
"Okay. Then I'll ask him to come out here."
"You do that."
Me: There are some dipwads out here that took our seats. Could you come help? Plz?
Harry: Lemme check with Paul
Harry: Be right there
I heard the screams get louder, if that was even possible, and turned around to see Paul and Harry walking across the stage. Harry jumped off the stage and over the security gate and walked over to me.
"Excuse me, but it seems that you have taken Melody's seat. If you could get to your own seat, that would be very nice of you," he said politely. The girl's jaw dropped. She stared at Harry, then at me, then back at Harry again. She moved pretty fast after that. I watched her go take her real seat, and discovered it was way up high - not a good place to watch concerts from. Her friend who had been taking Katrina's seat moved slower, but still managed to keep up with the other chick.
"Thanks," I shouted.
"Anytime!" he shouted back. Then some music started and the other four band members came out onstage.
Louis held up a large piece of paper with a stick figure on it and some scribbles. He turned it toward his face the read it aloud.
"Missing: Harry Styles of One DIrection. Last seen backstage at the Fargodome. If you have any information regarding his whereabouts, please call me," he said, mock pouting.
Harry grinned at me and made the call sign with his hand and pointed to Louis with the other. I nodded and pulled out my phone. I dialed Louis' number (yes, I already had all of their numbers memorized. Sue me.) and held the phone out to Harry.
"Hello?" Louis' voice came through the phone and speakers onstage. He wasn't supposed to have his phone. "You're on speakerphone, do you have any information regarding Harry Styles' mysterious disappearance?"
Harry pulled a microphone out of his pocket. "Yes, actually, I do," Harry said, jumping back onto the stage, grinning. "What's my reward?"
He turned on the microphone and threw my phone back at me. I nearly dropped it and was suddenly very thankful that I had invested in an Otterbox phone case.
"A lifetime supply of air! Not valid underwater, in space, while choking, or when dead," Louis shouted.
And with that, the actual concert began. I took a ton of pictures, knowing this probably wouldn't happen again. Once the band left, they probably would forget all about meeting me and move on with their lives, so I had to document this.
I just hope they remember me.
As Melody spoke, I stole glances at Katrina. She was looking out the window, trying to see out the blackened glass.
"She's going to blush like crazy once she sees your face, so try to hide until the last possible moment, and tell her what to do, okay? Make sure she doesn't answer any questions and if she wants to get inside, get her inside immediately. Don't stop for pictures or anything," Melody whispered. "Understand?"
"Yeah. I'll pass it on to the others. You go tell her what she needs to know," I whispered back.
"Okay."
I leaned over to Niall and gave him the instructions Melody had given me and told him to pass it one. He leaned over to Zayn, who leaned over to Liam, who leaned over to Louis. Louis chuckled and whispered something to Liam, and the process went on until it reached me. I grabbed Melody's hand and pulled her over to me.
"Louis wants to take Katrina, so tell her she has to get out first, okay?"
"Got it!" she whispered excitedly, then went back to sit next to Katrina.
This was going to be the best concert yet.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Melody's POV
Flashing lights surrounded me, coming from all directions.
"I see the light!" I shouted dramatically. I heard Harry laugh from beside me. In front of us, Louis and Zayn were on either side of a shocked Katrina. She turned her head to look back at me and her jaw dropped when she saw who I was with. I grinned at her.
We finally got through the door, and it suddenly seemed much too dark.
"Hey! Who turned off the lights?" I joked, pretending to stumble and fall. I walked over to Katrina.
"So THIS is who we're seeing tonight?! ONE DIRECTION?!?!?!?!?!" she whisper-shouted at me. "How on EARTH could you afford tickets, let alone a RIDE from the boys themselves and all the other stuff?!"
"Um, I couldn't," I answered, shrugging. She looked at me funny.
"Then how--"
"I'll tell you later, okay? This isn't the only surprise I have for you," I said, putting my arm around her shoulder and turning her around. "Just go meet the boys, and act natural."
"How does my hair look? Is my makeup smudged?" she asked, turning toward me.
"Well, I did them both, didn't I? Of course your head looks amazing! Now go! I'm right behind you," I said, exasperated. I pushed her toward the boys, following her closely so she wouldn't try to run back the other way.
"Hi, Katrina!" Zayn said cheerily when we walked over. I glared at him. He wasn't supposed to know her name.
"H-how do you know my name?" Katrina stuttered, obviously nervous.
Goddammit.
"Uh- we, uh, are given the names of the people who have backstage passes so we know who they are when we meet them," Liam lied. Thank God for Liam.
"Oh. I didn't know that," Katrina said slowly.
"I didn't either. So I guess that means you guys know I'm Melody," I said quickly.
"Yeah, we did actually," Niall said, grinning. Zayn was chewing on his lip nervously.
It was only a matter of time before one of them told her what my other surprise was, so I had to come up with something - and fast.
"Oh, well, I guess we'll be seeing you during the intermission and after the concert then. You probably need to finish getting ready. Bye now!" I said, steering Katrina away from the boys and out into the audience (crowd? fans? seats?). We found our seats quickly, which was surprising because there were a ton of girls trying to steal seats that were closer to the stage. The only problem with our seats was that there were already girls sitting in them.
They had taken our seats.
"Um, excuse me, but I think you're in my seat," I shouted over the noise of all the screaming fans.
"Nope. This is my seat," she shouted back, brushing her fake blonde hair out of her face as if she owned the place.
"Can I see your ticket then?" I asked.
"Why? You gonna try to take them because you're jealous of my seat?"
"No, I'm going to look at it and get security if you're not in your place," I shouted. "Or I'll just get them to take a look at your ticket and escort you out if you're taking my seat."
"Yeah, right. Like you could do that," she sneered.
"I could. I'm actually a friend of the band, so don't underestimate me," I said. I mentally facepalmed myself after I let that out.
"That's the oldest excuse in the book. Don't even bother trying that with me," she shouted back.
"Alright. You've left me with no choice then," I said, pulling out my phone. I pulled up Harry's contact information and showed it to her. "See this? I can text him and he'll answer."
"Yeah, right. And I have a magic unicorn. I can change a name in my contacts, too."
"Okay. Then I'll ask him to come out here."
"You do that."
Me: There are some dipwads out here that took our seats. Could you come help? Plz?
Harry: Lemme check with Paul
Harry: Be right there
I heard the screams get louder, if that was even possible, and turned around to see Paul and Harry walking across the stage. Harry jumped off the stage and over the security gate and walked over to me.
"Excuse me, but it seems that you have taken Melody's seat. If you could get to your own seat, that would be very nice of you," he said politely. The girl's jaw dropped. She stared at Harry, then at me, then back at Harry again. She moved pretty fast after that. I watched her go take her real seat, and discovered it was way up high - not a good place to watch concerts from. Her friend who had been taking Katrina's seat moved slower, but still managed to keep up with the other chick.
"Thanks," I shouted.
"Anytime!" he shouted back. Then some music started and the other four band members came out onstage.
Louis held up a large piece of paper with a stick figure on it and some scribbles. He turned it toward his face the read it aloud.
"Missing: Harry Styles of One DIrection. Last seen backstage at the Fargodome. If you have any information regarding his whereabouts, please call me," he said, mock pouting.
Harry grinned at me and made the call sign with his hand and pointed to Louis with the other. I nodded and pulled out my phone. I dialed Louis' number (yes, I already had all of their numbers memorized. Sue me.) and held the phone out to Harry.
"Hello?" Louis' voice came through the phone and speakers onstage. He wasn't supposed to have his phone. "You're on speakerphone, do you have any information regarding Harry Styles' mysterious disappearance?"
Harry pulled a microphone out of his pocket. "Yes, actually, I do," Harry said, jumping back onto the stage, grinning. "What's my reward?"
He turned on the microphone and threw my phone back at me. I nearly dropped it and was suddenly very thankful that I had invested in an Otterbox phone case.
"A lifetime supply of air! Not valid underwater, in space, while choking, or when dead," Louis shouted.
And with that, the actual concert began. I took a ton of pictures, knowing this probably wouldn't happen again. Once the band left, they probably would forget all about meeting me and move on with their lives, so I had to document this.
I just hope they remember me.
HEY. Your official-unofficial announcements sadden me. No promises or not, I really, really, really, really, really, really, REALLY hope you decide to eventually continue. I won't even be mad if you do a rewrite but dude, you gotta do something. I WILL DIE IF THIS STORY DOES NOT CONTINUE.
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