"See ya mom and dad." I say heading out the door. I'm beyond excited, nervous, and maybe even a little scared. "Have fun and be careful." My mom shouts back from the living room.

I've decided on wearing the lingerie underneath my clothes. Over that I'm wearing a tight white crop top with a high waisted black skirt and gold gladiator sandals. I feel cute. I have no idea why Harry wanted me to wear a white shirt but whatever floats his boat I guess.

It's eighty degrees out right now so I crank up my air conditioning in my car. Before I pull out the driveway I last minutely decide on braiding my hair. The loose braid lays perfectly on my head and I feel pretty for once. I don't know where I'm getting this sudden confidence.

The stadium parking lot is already packed. I take my lip in between my fingers deciding where to park. I end up parking down this alley way a few blocks away. I don't mind the walk. I touch up my mascara and eyeliner before heading down the road to the stadium.

As I approach the gates I see a sign that reads:

I hop in line and pull out my ticket that I tucked in my skirt so it's resting on my hip.

I'm finally inside and make my way to the front. I can see all the glares I'm getting as I go through the security making my way closer and closer to the stage. My seat is located on the side of the runway where it looks like they sit and sing. I'm the first one from my section there so I take a seat pull out my phone and go onto Twitter. Harry styles recently tweeted:

So excited for Boston tonight. All the love. -H

He's so cute. Speaking of Harry I decide to text my Harry.

: hey I'm here when will we be meeting.

: Soon. Are you excited for the show? xx

: extremely. Where are you now?

: Sitting naked in my room thinking of you.

Oh my. If he doesn't get here he's gonna be late.

: well stop that! The traffic is bad you're gonna be late.

: Is that so? I better get a move on then.

: You should.. I honestly can't wait to meet you, you're all I think about.

: Baby you're always on my mind. When I finally see you I have to try my hardest not to rip your clothes off. You don't know how badly I want to run my fingers up and down your body. Fuck I'm getting a hard on just thinking of it.

The images off rough hands exploring my body is making me moist. I'm getting hotter by the second. I've never felt this way about anyone.. I've never wanted to do all these sexual things too anyone.

: I think I have to go home and change my panties you're making me so wet.

Fuck Rion. I have to finish now I'm rock hard. I'd give anything to be with you right now.

: Daddy I can't wait to have my tongue swirl around on your wet, hard, fat cock. I want you to run the tip along my entrance before you thrusting inside me.

: I want to feel your wet tight pussy around me. I want to thrust into you while I suck your neck and leave love bites down your body.

: I'll rock back and forth rolling my hips onto your body and listen to you moan in pleasure. I want this so badly.

: Fuck me. I've made a mess.

I smile at my phone screen like some idiot I'm sure. My thighs are squeezed together preventing myself from allowing any more moisture to release. It's four-thirty and I just realized how packed the stadium got. I'm sitting next to a girl on my right and on my left is where the section ends so I'm the first seat.

: Better clean up fast the shows starting soon. There's no empty seat next to me, where are you sitting?

: I've got the best seats in the house.

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"We're five seconds of summer and it's been great Boston!" Michael shouts from the stage.

We're only thirty minutes away until I see my babies up close in personal. I'm gonna be so close.

The intro video starts playing and the whole stadium breaks out into screams, including me. Holy shit this is really happening.

"I know you say, that you don't like it complicated." Harry Styles signs walking to the side of the main stage. I'm on the verge of tears.

The first song finishes and Liam begins to speak. "Bostoooonn" he yells, followed by girls screaming. I look around the stage to see Zayn laughing at something Louis just whispered in his ear. Niall is attached to Liam's hip talking to the audience.

I look around for Harry and his emerald green eyes are locked on mine. He's biting his lip like he's concentrating on something, like he's concentrated on... me. I wave to him innocently. He shakes his head ruffling around his mop of curls.

"Oh Harold!" Louis yells making Harry jump back. "Huh." He replies looking towards Louis. "What's got you so distracted mate?" Louis laughs. Harry looks down smiling shaking his head. "Boston is just fantastic."

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"Counted all my mistakes and there's only one." Niall sings the intro to Where Do Broken Hearts Go.

Harry is on my side of the stage and is walking down the isle with a smirk on his face; looks like he's up to something. He picks up a water bottle and takes a sip from it.

His solo, my favorite solo of his is coming up he licks his lip preparing himself to sing. He's standing right in front of me. I can't believe my eyes. His body is perfect. He wears a black shirt contrasting his tattoos perfectly. His black jeans hug his bottom so well and those brown boots look amazing as usual.

His eyes looking straight into my own. I bite my lip thinking about my fantasies with this boy. My lower region is tingling making me pinch my thighs together tightly as I stand with flushed cheeks. Even though no one knows what I'm thinking I still feel embarrassed.

He begins to sing still looking straight at me. He crouches down so he's more eye level with me and smirks before he stands up again.

"Tell me now, Tell me now, Will you ever fuck me again, Love me agaiiiiin." He sings looking at me after he's done with his long note. He smirks licking his lip walking back to where he rested his water bottle moments ago.

Did he just? Did he just say fuck me? And stare straight at me?

My mind is spinning and all the hints are coming back to me..

jealous pshh...He has nothing on me and he knows it.

well he's seen it, so I'm positive he knows it.

His voice is so memorizing. He has some sort of accent. It's almost recognizable.

"Miss bellows. Mr.S-." He clears his throat. "Harry thought you may want this."

All the love.

-H

I've got the best seats in the house.

How could I be so blind. He basically told me. I guess I've always had this gut feeling but couldn't believe myself. I feel myself looking around for answers and when I look back up on the stage Harry is in front of me giving me a smug look. Before I knew what was happening I got wet. Harry poured water on me and a few girls around me.

I gasp when I look down and see that you can see right through my shirt. My black laced bra is clearly noticeable. Harry crouches down looking at me. His piercing emerald eyes staring straight at my chest. I cover myself up with my arms, he just laughs and looks straight into my eyes for the millionth time tonight.

"Hi Rion."