Harry
"So, was it worth it?" Louis asks me, plopping down in the seat Andromeda had just vacated.
"Hmm?" I mumble, not paying attention.
"Was it worth making us pick her?" Zayn clarifies.
I nod, smiling at the memory of how easily I could make her smile, blush and squirm. There's something about her that makes her different from all the other girls.
"How's your head doing?" Liam asks me. "Has it really stopped hurting like you told her?"
They know me too well. "It still hurts a bit, but it's not like I would tell her that. She already feels bad enough about it."
"Aw," Louis coos. "Harry has a crush."
"Do not!" I counter, much to quickly for it to do any use in actually countering the acusation.
"You do," Liam confirms. "It's very obvious."
"Harry and Andromeda sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G," Louis sings.
"Thanks Lou," I mess up his hair.
"Not like she would say no," Zayn scoffs.
I shrug, "I don't know. She's not like anyone I've ever met, so she just might."
"I don't think she would," he repeats. "At least not if I asked her right now. I get the feeling she wouldn't kiss somebody she just met."
"What makes you think that?" Liam asks.
I shrug, "she seemed to be unused to hugging people she just met. And that's much less intimate than kissing."
"What are we talking about?" Niall asks, finally coming into the conversation.
Louis turns to him and grins, "You're too young to know."
Niall sputters, "but I'm older than Harry."
Louis just shakes his head and continues to grin.
"What are we talking about?" Niall asks again, looking at the rest of us.
Zayn looks pointedly at me, "we're talking about how Harry needs to put on his big-boy pants and ask her out."
"Who?" Niall is thoroughly confused at this point, though I kinda expected him to pick up on who we're talking about. He's probably too busy thinking about Jane.
Liam shakes his head, "over his innocent little head, all of it."
Niall starts protesting loudly, but is interrupted by Paul who comes in to get us out the door and back to the hotel before 5 am.
Two cities and five days later I still can't get Andromeda out of my head. It's not unusual for one of us to take a shine to one of the backstage pass winners, but normally it only last for about a day, two at the most.
"What's up mate?" Louis pokes me in the ribs. "You were staring off into space again."
I shrug, not really wanting give them more to poke fun at me about. Zayn seems to be the only one who has caught on as to why I'm so out of it.
"Just get her number from the security forms," he mumbles, not bothering to look up from his phone.
"Are you still thinking about Andromeda?" Liam asks from in front of the TV.
"Yes. I don't quite know what it is about her, but she was just," I pause, looking for the right word. "Different."
"Good different or bad different?" Louis asks, though he knows the answer.
I roll my eyes at him, "Good different."
"Do we have any peanut butter?" Niall asks, sticking his head through the door to the kitchen. "What are we talking about?"
"How Harry is being an idiot and just needs to ask her out," Zayn says, still not looking up from his phone.
"Who?" he asks, coming into the room a bit more.
"The girl from the backstage pass in Detroit," I say, trying to sound nonchalant about it.
And immediately Niall's face darkens, "Excuse me?"
I look at him puzzled, "you know, Andromeda."
"Oh, right. That's fine," he mumbles, turning slightly pink.
"What was that about Niall?" Louis asks.
Niall turns an even darker shade of pink and says quickly, "Nothing. Do we have any peanut butter?"
I roll my eyes at him, evidently I'm not the only one who is crushing on one of those girls. "I'll check Nialler. If not we can always check down at the hotel store if there isn't some in the cabinet." I stand up and walk into the kitchen.
There isn't actually any peanut butter anywhere in the kitchen so I walk over to the door, "I'll be back in a bit."
I walk out of the room and toward the elevator, pushing the button to go down the twenty three floors to the lobby.
"Don't you need this?" Zayn says behind me, holding up the hotel card key.
I blush slightly, "Thanks Zayn."
"So, what's up with this girl?" he leans against the wall by the elevator. "I've never seen you like this over someone."
"I don't really know to be honest with you. She's just," I trail off, unable to find the right word.
Zayn raises his eyebrow and grins, "Different."
I nod and grin at him.
"So, why don't you get her number?" and there is the big question.
"Do you think I should?" I ask.
He rolls his eyes at me, "No duh. Look, I'll get Niall the peanut butter and you go ask about getting her number."
"Who do you think I should ask?"
He shrugs, "No clue. Maybe that one lady I can never remember the name of that keeps track or all the files."
"I'll go ask Paul," I say, walking into the elevator and pushing the button for the exersice floor.
Zayn gets in beside me and pushes the button for the ground floor. "Did we ever get her last name?"
"Larsen," I say.
"Like the American Girl doll?" he asks me.
I look at him sideways, "I think it's spelled differently. How do you know any of the American Girl dolls last names?"
"My sister dragged me into the store when we were in Chicago," he mutters. "I don't know why I remember that."
"Anyway," I say as the elevator door opens. "I'll see you later."
It takes me forever to find the person who keeps the paperwork for the backstage pass winners, but I finally do. Andromeda's handwriting is completely atrocious, but I can still understand her phone number.
Hello, is this Andromeda? I type and then send it to the number she wrote down on the file. I want to make sure that the number is correct before I end up giving some stranger my number.
Then I sit and wait for her to text back.
