Disclaimer: Do not own 1Direction... They're people, duh. But the plotlines and OC's I do own. Another author helps and gives me input ;)
Cliche?
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Another while passed and so did two intermissions. The clock hit 10PM. Harrys eyes were getting heavy. Two hours had passed and it was the closing scene. A small woman fell to her knees and the scenery behind her went pitch black. You could only see her.
"One two three four" She Orchestra tuned in and started to play. Ed sorted himself in his seat. This was his song. His song in a ballet. The woman took her crown from her head and started to sing. "Settle down with me. Cover me up. Cuddle me in..." She sang quietly, "Lie down with me. Hold me in your arms" She toyed the crown around in her hand and looked out at the vast audience. Harry sat forward and gently hit his head off of the side of the box. The woman stood and started to slowly move, "Your heart's against my chest. Lips pressed to my neck. I'm fallin' for your eyes but they don't know me yet" She looked at everybody in the balconies and sighed. "And with a feeling I'll forget, I'm in love now" She sighed, putting her hands to her chest. Some of the audiences were crying. Ed Sheeran was wiping a tear from his eye.
"Why do you hate me, Tomlinson?" Harry asked as low as possible.
"We are supporting Ed, now shut up!" Louis sighed. They both leaned forward on the box and looked down at Ed who was looking up at them. They gave eachother the thumbs up and looked at the stage. Harry twirled his curls in his fingers until the end of the performance.
"This feels like we're falling in love-" The womans voice caught in her throat when she looked up at the box. Louis smiled at her and Harry sat back, his face just visible in the shadows. The audience thought she was acting. "Falling in love" She started to cry. The audience loved everysecond of it. "We're falling in love" Megan broked down, grabbed her crown and ran off stage. The stage lights came on and the whole opera house stood on their feet and clapped loudly. Harry slowly clapped and then stood on his feet, clapping loudly like the rest of the hall. He even cheered and started to water up.
"You planned this you bastard!" Harry nudged Louis' shoulder when they all came out onto stage to take their bows. Louis laughed and Harry smiled, clapping still. "Fucking planned it!" Harry chuckled through tears. He hollered and 'wooped' like Ed in the front row. Megan was hysterical on stage. She took her bow and was given a massive bunch of roses. There was a note and she was handed a microphone.
"Thank you so much!" She said out to everybody. They were still clapping.
"Read the note" Her collegue smiled, pointing at the tag.
"Knew you could do it, Lot's of love, your favourite boys and Danielle" She read out on stage. Louis mouthed along with her. Harry looked at Louis and sighed.
"You have gave me the best fucking idea, Broseph!" Harry said, kissing the top of Louis head and tumbling but regaining himself after running out of the box.
He pulled out his phone as he strolled to his flat and wrote something he had been waiting ages to write. Harry sent the message without a second thought. He unlocked his flat door and started up his laptop, still a bit teary and emotional. He went right onto Twitter and started up a Twitcam.
"Megan, this is directly to you!" Harry started. The views shot up past a few thousand. "I made the biggest mistake of my life in LA! I lost the girl I loved the most- That's right- Loved!" HArry sighed with a big smile, "Why hide it? You were and you still are my everything. I miss you too much to bear it. Tonight sent me over the edge. I actually thought I was permenantly Emo." Harry chuckled. "You have no idea how much I wish I could see you right now. In person. Nobody else. I want to hold you, tell you that you're 'Beautiful'. If you see this, believe me when I say that I love you. I love you." He repeated with a smile. "Always have... Always will" Harry sighed, taking a deep breath. Harry stopped the Twitcam and closed his laptop down.
In the theatre, Megan was packing up her costume when her phone chimed. A text and a Tweet. She was still in the tutu and bustier.
'Meg, look on Harry's Twitter. I actually beg of you xxxx :O :D:D:D:D:D' Niall tweeted with so many shocked faces and smiles. Megan sighed and Louis tweeted.
'Check your fucking Twitter! :O :D:D:D:D xxxx' Louis had the same about of shocked faces and smiles. Megan stood up and hung up her crown on her stand and threw her bag over her shoulder, heading out into the freezing cold pouring rain. She put her earphones in as she watched Harry's Twitcam. Megans jaw gaped as she watched it. He loved her. Alot. She closed down the Twitcam which had over 200 retweets. Megan leaned against the gate of a childrens park near her flat and opened up the text message.'Megan! Oh. My. God.
I've been so scared and upset to text you but after seeing you on stage tonight, everything came back to me.
You always said I never compliented you and even when I tried it was small things like your hair.
Well;
First off, you're fucking adorable. Your laugh makes me happy. Not ashamed to say it!
Simply seeing you smile makes me automatically smile.
And your eyes! Oh my God your eyes. They're so attractive.
I find it difficult to pay attention to anything else, Meg.
More importantly, you know how to brighten my day. No matter what.
When I saw you tonight, I realised how big of an idiot I was a few months ago.
I would never say that! And you know that, Megan. Not in a million years!
Basically, I want to wrap my arms around you again and cuddle you to sleep like I used to.
I miss you. I miss you stealing my hoodies. I miss your little drawer in my unit.
I always think of you when I'm performing, it makes me sing it with a bit more enthusiasm.
You make me happy, Megan. No matter what happens between us, always remember that!' Sent at 10:13 pm.
Over an hour ago. She hadn't replied and felt really bad. Thunder clapped above her and she went into the park, sitting on one of the tire swings. Her hair was down and sticking to her shoulders with the rain. Her tutu and tights were clinging to her like they had a superstrong adhesive attached. Megan replayed the day over and over in her head. It only was heading one way. Tearsville. She put her bag down on the ground and clutched her phone in her hand as the torrential rain hit. Megan swung on the swing gently with her feet dragging on the tarmac. She wallowed in selfpity and selfhate.
"Megan?" A voice asked. She jolted and turned slightly. Harry was standing, dripping wet. She went to grab her bag. "Hate me for what happened- I don't blame you" Harry said. Megan stood up and turned to him fully.
"I don't hate you. I'm over it." She smiled weakly. Megan put her bag over her shoulder and Harry took a step forward slightly. "Don't really know where we go from here" Megan chuckled a bit. Harry took another step closer.
"I've really missed you in my life, Megan" Harry said blatantly. Megan nodded and held up her phone.
"I got your text. It made me cry- Oh, there I go again!" She said, her voice getting higher and the tears starting again. "I really liked it" She wept. Harry nodded and came closer and closer.
"Megan, I was just scared about us. I didn't want to say I loved you incase you didn't love me back and you thought I was a commitment freak" Harry admitted, rubbing her arm.
"Harry, I did and I still do" Megan said. Harry looked deep into her bright green eyes and she done the same. It was raining. They both wanted the same thing.
"Would it be cliche?" Harry asked.
"So very cliche!" Megan smiled. But neither of them cared and Megan put her hands on the side of Harry's face, stroking some raindrops from his face. She could feel his warm breath on him. If she just leaned forwards then... Megans thoughts were interrupted as Harrys lips latched onto hers. They were soft and pallid, and she felt everything melt. Her very meaning, her very existence, was pointless. Up 'till now. The rain battered down around them both, hitting off of the tarmac ground in the playground. Police sirens in the distance and dogs barking far away.
"I'm freezing" Harry laughed. Megan just nodded and put her dripping wet hair behind her ear.
"Harry, I have dry clothes at my flat- They're my roommates, I don't think He'll mind though" Megan told him. Harry shook his head.
"Can't. I've got a radio interveiw tomorrow, Meg" Harry sighed. Megan looked at him.
"I can see your four nipples, now, come with me. Nothing serious just get a hot shower and dry clothes. I don't want you ill for your interview tomorrow." Megan took his hand and walked him to her door. "Go sit infront of the radiator. I'll take your socks and shoes" Megan said, directing him to the living area of the large studio flat quietly. Harry done so and warmed up his hands. She put the kettle on and brought out a hot water bottle for him.
"Look after yourself! I'm alright!" Harry shuddered with a smile. Megan shook her head and went over to the tumble dryer, throwing in her coat, Harrys blazer, her ballet pumps and her bag after she had emptied it onto the kitchen counter. She put Harry's converse on the radiator at the door and she checked on her roommate who was fast asleep.
"You have to talk on BBC radio, I don't want you to sound like you have a cold or something" Megan told him again, rumaging through her roommates wardrobe. She brought out some grey cotton tracksuit bottoms and a black t-shirt. Harry sighed, reluctantly and Megan went into her room to switch on the shower. "Right, you go in there, leave your clothes on my bed and I'll get them dry for tomorrow. I'll give you these and there'll be tea and a hot water bottle for when you come out" Megan smiled. Harry went to talk back. "No... Shower" She pointed at her room door and Harry got up, slowly walking towards it.
Megan hopped up onto the counter and cradled a cup of hot chocolate. The shower switched off and Megan put the kettle on again. Harry came out with his wet clothes. HE threw them into the tumble dryer and Megan handed him the hot water bottle.
"Thanks" He smiled at her in a quiet voice.
"I wasn't sure what you wanted" Megan said.
"Hot Chocolate would be amazing" Harry cuddled up to the water bottle. Megan looked at the cup in her hands. She held it out to him. "No it's yours, it's fine!" Harry laughed. Megan shook her head.
"I'm not really in the mood for it anyway. I'll make tea... Take it" She smiled in an almost whispering fashion. Harry took the heavy china Jack Wills cup from Megan and went over to the couch, cuddling into the arm of it. She poured herself tea. She placed it on the mat on the coffee table and Megan made her way to the hallway. She opened up the cupboard which had the bedding and pillow cases and cleaning products. She jumped and grabbed the large goosefeather duvet and a pillow.
"Megan, you don't have to, you've not even changed out of your own sodding wet clothes" Harry protested, putting the cup down on the coffee table.
"Don't worry about me! You're not going back out there. Look out the bloody window! The streets are flooded, Harry" Megan put the duvet onto the space next Harry on the beaten up, plush blue sofa. She handed him the pillow, "Try and rest" Megan smiled before the lights flickered and went off. There was only streetlight outside. Wait, wait- No, that's gone too. They were in pitch black. The whole of London was. "I'll be back in a second" Megan sighed. She grabbed a towel from the bathroom and gave her hair a bloody good dry before changing into her own pyjammas. There was meowing from the livingroom. "Harry? Is that you?" Megan whispered.
"No? It's a cat. Outside. It's watching me!" He whispered back. Megan smiled like she hadn't smiled in a long while. Megan put the towel into the washing basket and went back through to see her roommates cat at the window.
"Jack!" She said, unlocking the window and bringing him inside.
"What's his name?" Harry asked. Megan took a seat on the sofa which was covered in the duvet.
"His full name's Cap'n Jack but I just call him Jack" Megan smiled as she rubbed the back of Jack's ears.
"Oh! Like Pirates of the Carribbean?" Harry smiled. She nodded. "I love cats" Harry laughed quietly.
"I know you do. I know. Do you want to hold him?" Megan asked. The cat purred when it landed on Harry's chest. It curled up and made itself comfy.
"Pussy magnet!" He said. Megan covered her mouth to hide her laughter. Megan and Harry spoke quietly amongst themselves about what they had missed in eachothers lives. Megans phone tweeted. She screwed up her face and listened to her roommate turning in his bed. "Who is it?" Harry asked.
"Ed. 'Really done my song proud! Performance was extraordinary! Really have to get into musicals and theatre more' kiss kiss kiss smiley face" Megan read out. Harry nodded. The clock on the wall hit one o'clock and Megan yawned after tweeting Ed back.
"What time do you have to be up?" Harry asked. Megan looked at the clock as best as she could.
"I have Zumba at eleven then rehearsals at one. So about half past nine" Megan said. Harry thought.
"Where do you do it?" Harry queried.
"Just down at Funkers, just past the Pineapple studio" Megan smiled. Harry shook his head.
"Do you see a man-child with a sweatband on and a Pot Noodle shirt?" He asked, "Just by any chance?" He laughed. Megan nodded.
"Now that you mention it..." Megan thought,
"Yeahhh, that's Louis". Megan giggled.
"He really does give 110% effort then!" Megan laughed, "He's very couragous. When we do pair work, he always pairs up with the same old dear. It's cute but weird to watch" She smiled, getting up from the couch and fixing the duvet over Harrys feet. "When's your interview?" Megan took hers and Harry's empty cup to the sink and switched on the tap. Nothing came out.
"Half two. We're talking to Chris Moyles" Harry snuggled up with the cat on his chest. Megan nodded and turned.
"We have no water..." Megan gave him the thumbs up, "But sleep well and try not develop a cold overnight" She said before disappearing into her bedroom.
"Goodnight" Harry said, "Hey, Megan?" Harry whispered after her. She poked her head out of her room. "Thank you" He smiled.
"It's alright" Megan blushed before going back into her room, closing the door over.
