"a miracle: your smiling mouth in spite of everything"
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in which realizations are made
2014
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"ITHINK I'M GONNA FAINT." Harry ran a hand through his hair, pacing around the room in restless steps. Honestly, it was quite surprising that he hadn't burned a hole into the floor. His chest rose and fell quickly in a rapid succession, nearly heaving as though he'd just participated in a lengthy marathon. Trying to focus on his surroundings didn't work as well as the articles he'd read had advised. 'Practice mindfulness'? What even was mindfulness?
"Ree," her gentle murmur came from the phone, which was currently being gripped in his clammy hand. "How is this different from your other performances? I know you always feel nervous before one, but...this is affecting you differently. Talk to me, yeah?"
Talk. That's easy enough, right? Just talking. Speaking. With words and all. She's my best friend. It's okay, everything is all right. It's just my best friend, it is just Stella. It's okay, this is my Stella.
"I...I'm scared, Stel, and I don't know why." The Styles exhaled, a shaky breath leaving him as he continued to pace around the empty dressing room. His traitorous mind strayed to the group's last performance, in which his nervousness had shown in the form of a shaky voice during his solo. To say that he felt embarrassed for the simple, miniscule display of nerve would be an understatement. "I think...I think I'm afraid that I'm going to mess everything up like I did last time."
