I feel as if my career is coming to a close; what with them saying this is our last concert in America. What? No, it won’t be our last. Of course, we only made it here because Big Time Rush decided to include us in their joint tour. Yes, One Direction isn’t as famous as the rest of the American boy bands in their homeland. My career just started! I’m really thankful for Uncle Simon, and I can’t let him, or any of my band mates, down. This is the end of the tour, but there’s more to come. Let’s go, New York City!
I looked upon an American crowd, most likely for the last time this year, and introduced myself, as well as the rest of the boys. “It’s been a great tour, and sadly, it has to stop here.” Louis said. Quickly, I added, “But don’t worry, guys, because we’ll be back real soon!” and winked to the crowd, in which the response was a roll of loud screams. It seems… One person in the audience stood out.
She didn’t have a particularly loud scream or anything, nor did she yell any less than the other fans, she just stood out, like an invisible spotlight was shown on her that only I could see. I couldn’t see much of her; she was a bit taller than the others, with long, beautiful, dark hair that shone in the reflection of the stage lights. There was a bit of familiarity to her, I’ve met her before, more than once. I continued to observe her stature. Thankfully, when I looked at her breasts, she had a backstage pass, so I’d see her later. Thank god. I needed to pay attention to my wording. I want this to be over with soon. I want to see her. “I want~ I want~ I want~ To be loved by you~” I stared directly in her eyes as we sang. All the girls there screamed louder, but she just had a dumbfounded look on her face, as if she knew I was singing to her. I was, actually. This stranger, this girl who has captured my heart… I want her. I want her body, I want her love. I want to take her.
After our part was done, the five of us headed backstage, where we were greeted by 20-or so- fans, all teenage girls and those who accompanied her. She looked at me and flashed an adorable smile. As she was still in line, waiting for security to check her ID and pass, some guy escorted us further backstage to sign some autographs.
After a few people, I saw her again. Oh god, I don’t even know her name and I’m obsessing over her. She smiled at me, just as before. The butterflies swirled in my stomach. But then, she went to Zayn. Was I mistaken? Did she have her eyes on Zayn the entire time? “Hello there, what’s your name?” He said, ever so confidently, just as he did with the rest of the fans. “Actually,” She started out. A sense of relief filled me, but I listened further, just to make sure. She continued with, “Can you make it out to ‘Kate’? With much love from Zayn, of course. She’s my best friend, and couldn’t make it today.” I relaxed and listened to her voice. It was addicting. Were American accents always this attractive? I’m sure they weren’t. She started to go in my direction. Her voice was a bit more nervous this time. “H-Hi Harry, can you please sign this?” She then brought out an old mix CD. Curious, I asked, “What is that?” as curiously as I could. Her answer somewhat surprised me. “It’s uh… It’s your singing.. From White Eskimo..and some other songs before One Direction..” What? She has my songs from my high school days? Damn, I had to get a hold of these. I also wanted to get to know her… I signed, “Entrance of Venetian hotel, 10pm” then my name. She looked at me and nodded. As she was walking away, she turned back and said, “OH WAIT. My name’s Celina!” and waved. Celina… I can’t wait to see you tonight.
In the limousine on our way back to the hotel, I undressed quickly. It was so hot in there! I didn’t know if it was because meeting such an amazing girl made me all heated or because of the heat of our last concert. God, the breeze felt nice. Then Louis scolded me, so I slapped him round the head with my penis. That happens often, and it’s very time-consuming. We were almost at the hotel, and it was 9:50. I couldn’t go out in public, not right after a concert.. So instead, I threw on several pieces of clothing, a hat, and shady sunglasses. I looked like I was going to mug someone, but whatever. No one would recognize me.
She was already there, Celina, and thank god she was. She wasn’t in her concert wear, but she was wearing a sophisticated-looking trench coat, and this time, glasses. The glasses made her look so different, yet all the same attractiveness. Right when we parked, I ran out of the limo and tripped up a bit, but kept my balance. I made myself look like a fool in front of her! She didn’t recognise me yet, but I still tried to reveal myself. “Hello there, young miss.” I wanted to tease her a bit, to see where it goes. “Care to come in with me, to my room?” Her eyes turned to surprise, then softened. “Sure, but why?” The reaction was a bit unsettling, but her words went just as I expected.
I whispered in her ear, grinning widely to myself. “To see my etchings, of course~” . Her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed. I got her. “H-Harry, what..?..” She stuttered. What? WHAT. I should be asking her what! She knew! I stepped back in shock, then facepalmed myself. I failed. She giggled softly. That brought my mood back up, her laugh is so warm, it touched me. She took my scarf off, then my hat and glasses and led me inside. “So, what did you really need me for?” She questioned. I laughed nervously, then apologised. “Sorry Celina, uhm… I wanted to borrow that CD. Can I copy it? I miss my boys.”
She hesitated for a minute, or was she thinking? Either way, she’s agreed to it. “I have my laptop with me, but I don’t know how to burn it. Do you?” I didn’t, actually. It’s never occurred to me. Maybe the guys know how? No, wait, Uncle Simon! “I don’t, but I’m sure Simon does, let’s ask him.” I replied proudly. “Is it okay?! To just meet him like that!?” That was cute as hell. I poked her nose and called her weird. Adorable as buggery.
We went to her hotel room, which was insanely clean, unlike ours. I looked around, and saw that there were two beds, and two towels out. “Celina, are you here with someone?” “Oh, yeah, I’m here with a friend from back in California.” “Oh, you’re from California? Did you see my concert there?” “Harry, I don’t mean to sound obsessive, but I’ve been going to all your concerts since then, haha.”
Celina, I’m really glad you’re dedicated to me enough to do that. I shouldn’t say anything, but honestly, knowing that you’ve supported me that much makes me really happy. “Really? Oh, you looked really familiar, no wonder. How come you’ve only gotten a backstage pass for this one?” “I wanted to wish you a nice farewell, that wouldn’t be so special if I met you right off the bat!” Everything she says makes me fall more in love with her. “Oh, haha thank you for that, Celina.” We sat down at the bed, and got her computer out. I kissed her cheek softly, in which she responded with a blush. Cute… “I need to tell you something, Celina. I know this is really sudden, and weird of me, but I really like you.”
“Can we continue this after today? Can we still be together? I want to know you, Celina. So let me ask you this, and feel free to decline, but would you like to come back to Cheshire with me? Please?
Note: I've changed her name for the sake of identity.