This Moment // a H.S. story

6

I'm standing in my apartment curling my hair at my vanity while Whitney laying on my bed picking the next song we'll listen to. Whitney Henderson has been my best and truest friend since 6th grade so there's no body else who I'd rather join me tonight at the concert.

"Wait you told him you'd tell him who your favorite member of one direction is?!" Whitney asks me.

"I didn't know what to say! If I said no I would've made it obvious it was him!" I groan and put my curling iron down.

"You're royally fucked you know that, right?"

I roll my eyes and toss a pillow at her, "You always had a way with words Whit."

"And that's why I'm your best friend! Because I'm always honest!" She gives me her cheesiest you love me face.

"Yeah yeah yeah." I spray some hairspray into my beach waves. "Help me decide what to wear."

I walk over to my closet and walk inside, Whitney following shortly behind. She starts pushing clothes around on the hangers and I sit on the centerpiece of storage in my closet. She eventually grabs a black jumpsuit with white and brown stripes and a velvet brown hat. "You have to wear this!"

I quickly change into the outfit and turn around to ask her what shoes but when I turn around I'm met with a smiling Whitney with a pair of brown wedges in her hands. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

Whitney scrunches her nose and chuckles. "Yeah I'm like your second stylist I know."

I laugh and grab my black YSL satchel and throw my phone, wallet, and keys in it. Whitney gives me a look while I'm putting my stuff in my purse. "Yes you can borrow my Birkin bag. But just this one time!"

She squeals and grabs me into a bear hug nearly pushing me over "I love you Kenna. I love you. I love you. I love you."

I laugh as I pray my way out of her grasp, "it's not a big deal seriously." I check the clock on the wall and realize it's already 5 and the concert starts at 8. "Anyway, come on we have to get going because we have to go through the back exit."

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Whitney and I arrive at MSG at 5:30, we follow a man who is apart of Harry's security team. He said he'd bring us to Harry's dressing room backstage. I can tell Whitney is nervous by the questions she keeps whispering to me. "Do you think he'll actually be in the dressing room?"

"I don't know Whitney!"

"Do you think the other members of one direction visit him at the concerts?"

"Why are you hoping a little Irishmen may make an appearance?" I raise my eyebrow at her and smirk. Before I auditioned for the X factor I was a fan of One Direction so by nature naturally my best friend here would be a Directioner as well.

Whitney turns a light shade of pink and she's lucky that we just got to Harry's dressing room. I knock on the dressing room door and seconds later I'm met with Harry in a Gucci suit. Boy does this man have style. He smiles widely, "Hi Ken."

I smile widely back starring into those mysterious green eyes, "Hi Haz."

Whitney coughs and pulls me away from those green orbs. "Hi I'm Whitney."

Harry is slightly blushing, his accent prominent as ever, "I'm Harry."

"I obviously know who you are, from this one over here." She points to me with her eyes and chuckles as she walks into the dressing room before me.

Harry chuckles with her as I sit on the couch adjacent to Whitney. Note to self: kill Whitney for outing me talking about Harry later.