Harry Styles One Shots

M.S.G, Panic Attacks, and Surprises (Long)

A/n// I stole this from This Is Us. Just saying.. Got carried away too sorry
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I played with my one year old daughter in the audience while I waited for the concert to start. It was still mostly empty, but fans were inside taking their seats. I had been in the first row so Harry could see the both of us. A few fans have came to say hi, and play with Sky.

I bounced Sky on my lap and she giggled. She had large headphones on do that it'll block out the noise of the screaming fans. I knew people would be screaming their loudest, especially next to me. Of course I'd have to bring them with me even if fans weren't screaming next to me. It gets pretty loud in here.

"Are you ready to see Daddy?" I asked, taking them off of her. There was few fans, like I said, and there was little to no noise in here. So I took off her headphones. "Daddy, Daddy," she giggled. She talks. For a one year old, she talks a lot. She said her first word at the age of 11 months and she had been running around when Harry was home. She wanted a bottle so she said baba.

She's talked ever since. If course, its mutters, but she's getting there. As more fans came in, the more weary Sky became. She gave them weird looks and glared at them.

As I was playing Peek-a-Boo with her, a man with greasy jet black hair came to sit next to me. He was weirdly shaped, and I think he wasn't the healthiest man by his shape and size. He had a thick beard and a peach fuzz mustache. He must of shaved his lip recently. Why hasn't he shaved his beard? Or trim it. Its too thick and too long. I hate beards, too, so maybe that's why. He looked to be around in his mid thirites.

"Hello, here to see One Direction?" His American accent was rough and raspy. Like he smoked a lot. "Obviously," I gave an awkward smile to him. "Is this your little girl?" He asked. I smiled at Sky eyeing the man up and down. "Yeah, her name is Sky Styles."

"Styles? Like the singer tonight?" He asked. "Yeah.. We're engaged," I blushed a little bit and smiled. "I don't believe you." He huffed. "I'd lie about my engagement and birthing his baby?"

The man shrugged, "I've seen many girls do it before." I rolled my eyes. "How do you know Harry anyways?"

"I work here. I know all of the singers names. Singers, comedians, whatever hell else." I rolled my eyes again. "Right."

"What's your favourite song by the boys?" He coughed. "I can't choose. I love then all."

"Come on, darli-"

"Don't do it."

"Don't do what?"

"Don't call me darling."

He laughed. "Uh, if I had to choose.. It would be.. Back For You. I play that to Sky every night when she can't sleep and it calms her hearing Harry's voice. Or I'll call him before a show and have him sing for her," I smiled again. "He sounds gay."

On impulse, I slapped the man. "Don't bad talk Harry, ever. You don't know him." He rubbed his cheek and laughed. "Alright, sorry."

"Michael!" Someone called. "That's my cue to leave. Bye Sky." I held my daughter close to me, and watched him get up and walk away. After about 20 minutes, and Sky had her headphones back on, I was called to the sidelines if the stage. I put Sky on my hip and stood up, walking to Paul. He took my daughter, and I saw Harry. He had on a black greasy wig and makeup was being taken off of his face. I gasped in anger as I stared at my fiance. After his makeup was taken off, he stood up, and held his arms open. I ran up to him and jumped in his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. I haven't seen Harry in two weeks. When he told me he'd be in Manchester I was - surprisingly - the first to buy front row tickets. I could of asked Harry to get them for us, but I didn't want to take advantage of him like that. I only do it when its absolutely necessary.