DEAR HARRY, | H.S.

Three

        Harry

        I shook my hair a little as I walked off stage. I was drenched in sweat and couldn't wait to take the longest shower of my life. I felt my phone buzz in my back pocket. I smirked as I read Jamie's email on my lock screen. Sitting down on the step, I took my shirt off and wiped my face a little. 

        Dear Harry,

        You're right sir, you did not help me one bit. You've only sparked my curiousity more.

        I laughed a little. I didn't know if I would get to hear from her again. I was thinking about it all week.

        Nobody's perfect. I'm sorry that you get put under a microscope most of the time. I bet half the stories I read aren't even true about you. 

        Stories she's read? I laughed to myself. I take it she might have taken some time to look me up, Miss I'm Not A Fan.

        I want to know you, Harry. The real you. I can assure you these emails won't make it to anyone elses inbox. I'm not big on magazines to begin with, I could care less about what they think of you. I just want to understand why you are the way you are. Maybe you'll help me figure out why I am the way I am. Or why I'm questioning everything I'm doing with my relationship. I know you probably think you're the last person I should be talking to.

        You are right, you clever girl.

        But I hope you'll give me a chance to hear you out.

        I didn't know if I wanted her to know me. Hell, the boys didn't even know this side of me. I kept my relationship to myself right along with my heart. Although there is one tattooed on my arm, I just thought it looked cool. Note to self: Stop getting tattoes while drunk.

        I continued reading.

        I've listened to more of the music you play and I have to say I'm impressed. I even bought one of your concert DVD's. You guys are really talented. I apologize if I ever thought less. 

        I laughed a little. She must think she's a real arse now. I almost feel bad about it. I gave her a hard time in that first email. She's seems quite sweet to be honest. I felt myself wanting to get to know her as well.

        "HARRY!" I heard Louis call from the other side of the stage.

        "Yeah?" I yelled back.

        "We're back on in five." He tapped the watch on his wrist. I nodded and waved.

        I'd have to wait to email her back. This gave me time to think about what I would send her back. I grabbed a clean black shirt from the spare box under the stairs, the original reason I walked down here. 

        "You know, Harry. You could just leave it off. I'm sure we'd have one helluva crowd." Liam joked and nudged my shoulder as he walked past me.

        "We have a helluva crowd anyways, you tosser." I bumped him back.

        We made our way back up to the stage and I heard the familiar sound of the crowd as Best Song Ever began playing.

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