So, he followed her.
Despite his blurry vision and weak knees, Harry slipped through the ropes and hopped off the side of the ring. He ignored the protests from Matt and the shouting of the crowd and focused on the petite body walking down the hall. Her brown hair swayed against her back, almost down to her butt. Harry wouldn't deny it; she is attractive.
"Cryssy!" She turned on her heels, finding Harry jogging towards her.
"What are you doing?!" she shrieked. "You just got punched in the head! You should by lying down, i***t!" He rolled his eyes and grabbed her arm.
"Where are you going?"
"Why does it matter?" she hissed, trying to guide him to one of the nearby benches.
"Because I need to know! Now where?" she sighed.
"I was going to call Louis to tell him what happened but I coul
