Harry Styles Oneshots

They're all looking at you.

"I'll be there in a minute.", you called out, tugging at the satin. Standing in front of the clear mirror you could not help but feel nervousness in the pit of your stomach. You bit your lip. A glamorous blue dress hugged at your hips before splitting at the side, revealing your thin, long leg. The jewels on the front of the dress glistened on your chest, slowly fading towards the middle. Your hair hung in curled strands around your neck, after the stylists spending about an hour on it. You were supposed to get ready for a premiere with your boyfriend, the world famous Harry Styles, but you didn't think you could ever be prepared for the loads of people, the fancy etiquettes and cameras and smiling, and...

It all overwhelmed you to level above what you had experienced, living in a small town, doing basic stuff...that is until you were reunited with Harry, fell for him the minute you saw those same green eyes, and those long eyelashes fanning over his cheeks.

You and Harry had been friends since you were kids. You had watched him grow out of everything and then become what he has. Sure, his face changed, the things he laughed at also did, but you could still never fail to recognize the way his mouth curled and how the corners of his eyes crinkled when he smiled or the way he looks when he was truly happy.

Your thoughts were cut off by a knock on the door. When you turned around, careful not to miss your step between the floor spilled with clothes and makeup, you could see the love of your life, leaning against the door frame, a smug smile on his face that never seemed to wipe out when he watched you. You bit your lip again, nervousness consuming you. "How long have you been there?", you managed to question with a groan.

"Long enough.", his voice replied, rough but familiar. His long brown hair fell below his shoulders, slicked back with not one strand out of place. he was wearing a suit, blue as your dress but darker. You gasped slightly as you thought he looked so good, too good to be there, in a messy room with an even messier you. Such beauty could not be possibly perceived, you thought, not by you at least. With a few long strides he was at your side, his limbs moving to push away things on his way. Before you knew it, gentle knuckles grazed your cheek. Tears might roll down anytime now, you thought, hating it all. Weren't you supposed to feel honored? You closed your eyes shut as his warm fingers moved your hair from your face and then gripped your cheeks. You felt him lean and soon his lips kissed yours, reminding you of Harry, your Harry, the one you fell for harder than you thought was possible, the fame be damned. He pulled away only to kiss your cheek then then your nose, at last your forehead.

"I know that you're scared but you're so golden.", he whispers in your ears, laughing a little, and you realized that that's all was holding back your tears. You fell into his arms on his chest. He cradled your head, smoothing your hair. His warmth radiating into you, he held you there promising not to pull away before you do. A long time you shut your eyes and listened closely, focusing on his steady heartbeat.

"My makeup is ruined.", you say, sniffing, staying in the same position. He laughs throwing his head back. "You definitely don't need all that makeup to come in the way of your shine now, do you?"

A chuckle escapes your mouth that sounds like your still sniffing, but Harry knows you too well to not recognize it. You rub your face lightly on his suit pretending to get makeup on it.

"Hey!", he says, jokingly, but pulls you closer still, kissing your head. "How do you manage to look that amazing all the time?", you speak your thoughts.

"Hardly."

"-and I don't like your fancy new smell. I want my Hazza back.", you say, demanding.

"I will always be yours.", he says smiling shyly. This man made you feel things you didn't even think was even possible to feel.

You pull away after a while.

"Did I tell you", Harry says, "that there is a secret stash of candy somewhere around here?"

"You did not.", trying to fix your hair and makeup again, with a brush lying on the table beside the mirror. You pause when he doesn't respond and put the brush back down. He is staring at you, before smiling lightly and saying- "Baby, we don't have to go, if you're not comfortable. I know you're nervous because I know that look, but so am I.... and, god, I love you, okay? ", then going back to his usual self he says, "We could watch TV and cuddle and eat candy all day. Actually, I think that that's a way better idea, anyways." A smile plays at your lips as you go over to him and kiss him again, wrapping your hands around his neck. "Screw everything. Lets go there and just do what we want to do and have fun.", you say, the nervousness backing down.

So, you ended up being hauled in a car with Harry holding your hand as he sat beside you, his thumb slowly caressing yours, the same way he did when either of you were scared when you were little. When you reached, the cameras and expectations that comes with a huge crowd of fans, was overflowing. But you had him at your side, still holding your hand and waving with a big bright smile on his face. You could never get used to this, but you too smiled.

"Hazza, there are so many of them! They're all looking at you.", you exclaimed quietly into his ears, stealing a moment.

"Believe me", he says turning to look at you again, before whispering back, "They're all looking at you."