You get me dizzy

Chapter 10

“Go for the ‘look at my ass’ jeans.” Zayn advises two weeks later on May 2nd. Yes, it is the second day of May and yes Leo is going to the Harry Styles concert with his sister.

Lottie is in the bathroom putting her makeup on and they should’ve left five minutes ago but Leo is still in his briefs, running around the room hyperventilating while trying to find something to wear.

In hindsight, it’s not one of his proudest moments. It’s not even a proud moment period. But in his defense, it’s the only time in his life that something like this will ever happen. He knows that the jeans he’ll be wearing won’t make a difference to the fact that he’ll be leaving the concert with his sister and won’t be in contact with Harry afterwards, but the least he can do is feel good about himself while that happens.

“Zayn, I need to give him ‘you’d-like-to-have-me-but-can’t’ vibes, not ‘i-would-do-anything-for-you-to-d**k-me-down’ vibes.”

“When did we start using ‘d**k me down’ as a term for having s*x? I didn’t agree to that.” Zayn says, of course not being helpful, so Leo throws his jeans at his head but misses.

“You want Harry Styles to f**k you?” Lottie asks, standing in the doorway of Leo’ room.

Fuck. f**k f**k f**k. Lottie was never supposed to hear their conversation.

“I mean, he looks good-“

“Oh my God, I’m going to be Harry Styles’ sister in law?” Lottie exclaims and Leo hates the whole situation. THIS is why he’s been trying to avoid the whole thing altogether.

First of all, he hates it because he knows there’s 0% chance of that happening ever, and second-well…that’s it. Harry replied to Lottie’s story two weeks ago and Leo was also tagged in it, and yet, Harry didn’t say anything to Leo, so it’s pretty clear that there’s no chance of getting dicked down-okay, Zayn’s right; they won’t be using that phrase for s*x.

He doesn’t hold any type of grudge though, not even the slightest resentment because of the lack of contact, since Harry is an international rockstar with more problems than he can probably count, and Leo is a tattoo artist who just got lucky at one of the most overhyped festivals in the world.

“The Uber is outside.” Leo lies as he tries to change the subject.

Lottie rushes to get her shoes on while Leo finally pulls his pants up and slips into his Vans.

“Have a good time, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” Zayn chirps as he closes the door behind them, and Leo already regrets agreeing to go.

They have to be at the venue two hours before the show actually starts so they have time to take photos and chat with the artist for about ten minutes before the next guests can.

“Do I look good? Is this okay? Do you think I’m too extra?” Lottie keeps asking during the ride to the arena, and Leo honestly can’t concentrate on his sister right now.

“You’re fine, Lottie.”

That doesn’t seem to relax her at all, but Leo can understand her, because he’s having an internal freak-out as well, which he can’t really exteriorize.

The car stops in front of the venue and Leo can already see people queued up at the General Access entrance. It’s crazy seeing so many people lined up for someone Leo actually met.

There’s a queue for the VIP entrance as well, only significantly smaller, and as soon as Leo gets in line with Lottie, he starts feeling paranoid. First of all, because he thinks he shouldn’t have come, and that Harry will assume he’s got a crush-which he does not. Second of all, because three girls are now looking at him like they’re trying to figure out where they know him from.

“Hey, sorry to ask.” One of them starts and a red light goes off in Leo’ head. “Are you the guy Harry talked to during his Coachella concerts?”

Does he lie? Does he tell the truth? How can she still know and remember that? Even Leo himself forgets that sometimes and remembers only when something reminds him of the festival.

“Uh, I think so?”

What kind of answer is that?

“OH my GOD! Do you know him personally?”

Leo shakes his head. “No.”

He’d really like it if the conversation were to end right about now.

The girls lose interest in him after that and Lottie looks at him before she rolls her eyes at the three girls. Leo pulls her closer to him and pats her shoulder just as the doors open and the girls start to scream.

“We will be taking two groups at a time, and you will each have ten minutes with Mr. Styles before you’ll be led to the VIP area. Please pair up.” one of the security guards say and there’s a lot of ruckus before everyone is grouped up and they’re being let inside.

Two security guards lead them down a long corridor and then into a room filled with chairs that has a door on the right.

Leo feels like he’s about to panic when he sees the first group of girls going through the door, closing it behind themselves.

“Yeah, it took a lot of time to convince my mother to get me the tickets as well.” One girl says and Leo turns his head to listen.

“My dad nearly laughed in my face when I told him that I needed six hundred pounds to pay for a concert ticket.” Another girl buts in and Leo’ eyes widen. People paid six hundred pounds for two hours of concert and a photo with Harry? That’s insane. Sure, Leo knew tickets were hard to get (Lottie mentioned it), but he didn’t know they were that expensive. He believed them to be around two hundred pounds, maximum.

“Yeah, tickets are really that expensive.” Lottie tells Leo when she sees his face.

“I think it’s ridiculous.” Leo states. But then again, there were a lot of ridiculous things about Harry. Like the way he walked sometimes or that pink shirt he was wearing when Leo met him that made him look like a flamingo.

“And yet, people still buy them. So I guess it works.” Lottie shrugs and then focuses on her phone.

Five minutes later, another group goes in and Leo’ heartbeat speeds up. He’s getting closer and closer to ‘hour zero’, as Zayn had put it, and he’s way more nervous than he initially thought he’d be.

“Stop bouncing your leg up and down, it’s making me nervous and I’m about to meet the love of my life.” Lottie tells him and Leo stops. He thinks that he should really stop thinking about him meeting Harry and start thinking about Lottie meeting Harry because that’s why they came here for. He’s doing this for Lottie.

And once again, it dawns on him that Harry did this because he knew Leo’ sister was a fan and wanted to be nice, not because he wanted Leo to come. No pun intended.

“He’s the love of your life?” Leo teases, although the smile doesn’t really reach his eyes.

“I mean, I grew up listening to him. His first album is the first album I ever bought. I was fourteen. And now I’m nearly twenty.”

Leo nods and remembers the first album he bought, which was a Take That album in 2003.

“Who’s next?” the security guard’s voice booms through the small room and Lottie looks around before she raises her hand and points to Leo as well. Two other girls in the corner stand up, excited about finally getting their turn, even though they’re last.

And now Leo panics. His heart is hammering against his ribcage as he gets up from the chair and sees everyone staring at them while they walk towards the door. He’s about to see Harry for the first time after three weeks, their last interaction having involved some kissing and some promising.

“Be cool.” Is the last thing Lottie says before Leo steps into a well-lit room. There’s a large banner in one of the corners that has the Harry Styles logo, which is basically his name written with a special green font and a blue anchor in the middle (just like the one Leo saw at Coachella), a table filled with snacks and drinks and a lot of people who are roaming around the room because they have something to do.

It’s hectic, but Leo’ eyes still focus on finding Harry. The moment he sees him, he regrets coming here.

Harry’s got his back to him as he’s talking to a security guard Leo hasn’t seen before. He’s got a white shirt on and black jeans and his back looks-be cool.

The security guy says something to him which makes Harry turn around.

Oh here we go.

Leo isn’t ready.