Dark Side

It was the day of the show for One Direction, I was happy for my brother to get booked for another show, but he was supposed to be on holiday, on his break, not having more shows. Sure, I was extremely happy for him, but wouldn't he want a break from all of this? Knowing him, I guess he wouldn't.

I was here, helping set up for the show. It wasn't a big show, but I'm sure most fans from Wolverhampton were joining in on the fun to see the boys perform. I wasn't so ecstatic to see the boys perform, since I'd seen them enough on the internet while I was away at college, but I was going to support them one hundred percent. I was currently helping set up on the stage, taping wires down so when the boys were on stage they wouldn't trip and fall. I yanked a piece of tape and used my mouth to tear it before lining it up with the wire in front of me. I could hear the boys goofing off around the small arena, hopping over seats – even though Paul, their body guard, was warning them to get off. I chuckled quietly as Harry screaming at Louis for shoving him into a cart.

I tore another piece off and taped the end of the cord down before getting up and tossing the tape on the speakers. I then grabbed the black tape and headed over to the backstage where I found myself alone, taping up the speaker's red cords. I was happy that I could help, that I could be out and about instead of being cooped up at home, but right now, I just wanted to stop and go home, I wanted to hurt myself, just once for today; but I knew that I couldn't. I felt a sigh escape my lips and I tore another piece of tape off and wrapped it half way around the speakers. As my hands began to reach for another piece, two hands grabbed my sides and squeezed gently. My hands flew up in the air, the tape soaring to the ground while a loud scream entered the arena. My body snapped around to find Harry grabbing at his sides, half bent, eyes closed with a fit of laughter coming through his teeth.

“That was not funny, Harry!” I hissed, reaching my hand over to slap in gently in the arm. He slowly composed himself to his normal stature and stood next to me.

He chuckled again as he shook his head at what he'd just done. “I- I'm sorry, Lana, but that was too good. Priceless, even. You have to admit, I scared the shit out of you,” I scoffed, finding this 'humor' to be unbelievable.

As I went to pick up the tape, Harry beat me to it and placed it in my hands. “You're an awful lot, you know,” My eyebrows furrowed.

Harry feigned hurt, “Aww, Lana is upset, what ever shall I do?”

“You'll run in two seconds,” I grumbled, tearing another piece of tape to cover the second cord. I continued with this while Harry rambled on about how I needed to learn defense mechanism skills. Again, I scoffed at his absurdity.

“Okay, I'll stop being such a boob,” Harry finally quit. I looked up with a confused expression at his choice of words.

“Boob?”

Harry nodded, a fresh, large smile on his face, “Yes, boob. You know, boob...”

Shaking my head I stepped around the silly boy and went to the next speaker. “No, I'm sorry I don't.”

“Well,” He prodded, “A boob is just a humorous term for -”

“I really don't want to know, Haz,” Yes I had caught on the nicknames that the boys gave to one another.

“Ah, now we have nicknames Lala?”

My eyes crossed in quickness, “Don't ever call me that,” But I couldn't help but smile at this, these silly nicknames could possibly go further.

“Too late, I really like the new name, Lala,” He joked, putting an arm around me.

“How about, you go run along and goof off while I finish off setting up for your show?”

He shook his head, “I would actually like to be here with you, instead.” Why was my heart beating so fast? “That is, if you'll let me?”

“No.” Harry's face went limp, “No! I mean, yes, like yes, you can stay here with me, I don't mind,” Lana you're pathetic.

“Good, because I wasn't going to leave anyways.” He chuckled. As I began to take another piece, Harry stopped me, taking it for himself and ripping a piece to tape over a cord. I smiled at his gesture and continued to work. “So,” He prodded, taking another piece and placing it down. “How are you doing?”

I looked up at him, our eyes met right away; his eyes were so beautiful, I couldn't look away; I didn't want to look away. “I'm doing alright, how about yourself?” I caught on after a minute of the stares.

“I'm doing fine, thank you.” He stated it simply. “But, really, how are you really doing?” What did he mean by this? I saw the concern in his eyes, what is he trying to get at by this? He was prodding into my personal business, I inwardly frowned at his intentions.

I playfully chuckled, “You just asked me, Harry, I told you -”

Harry shook his head, “No, Lana, how are you really doing?” His eyes searched mine, not looking anywhere else but there. He wasn't talking about my hip was he? No, I already told him that it was a birthmark. I mean, yes, he thought that it was cuts – and they were, but Liam saved my ass, I know he did. So why did he keep pushing? He didn't actually care, did he? Well, whether he did or not, none of my problems concerned him, and I didn't want him to be pulled into my hell, I had already done enough for Liam and my mom, I didn't want anyone else to be involved.

“Harry, you're being silly, stop asking me the same question. I've already told you this, and I am fine.” I couldn't help but begin to shake, the quivering on my lip was noticeable so I bit down to stop it.

“I'm sorry,” He mumbled, before changing the subject entirely, yet I was so thankful. “So, are you excited for the show tonight?”

“I guess, I mean, I've never seen you blokes live, and I'm looking forward to it,” It wasn't a complete lie, I was happy to see them perform, but in all retrospect, I didn't want to be here, around anyone. I wanted to be home, alone in my room for as long as possible.

“Well I think you're going to enjoy it, Lana, we're only doing a few songs, since we are on holiday and all,” He smiled again, this time I felt my knees go weak, so I held onto the speakers just slightly.

“Guys you need to start getting ready,” A loud voice boomed from the end of the stage. I looked back along with Harry to see Paul standing there, struggling to hold onto a squirming Niall on his back while he held out food so that Niall couldn't take it. It was a humorous scene and I laughed a little.

“Well, love, I hope that you will enjoy the show,” Harry said in a serious tone. He smiled down at me before lightly kissing my cheek and taking off to his dressing room.

What is this boy doing to me?