CHANGE : A Harry Styles Shortstory

I was sitting on the couch in our dressing room fiddling with the Twitter app in my phone. I tweeted,

“Looking forward for the gig tonight. How many of you guys are coming to meet us?”

I switched my phone off to stop it from beeping due to the crashing mentions and took a deep breath. I’ve always loved what I did. I’m really lucky that my job is what I’ve always loved to do. Though the paparazzi was a little bit overwhelming, at the end of the day everything was worth it; mainly because of our fans. Without them me and the lads would never be where we are now. And for that we’re grateful forever.

“ Harry, aren’t you getting dressed? Its almost five.” Liam asked.

The lads were used to my constant dozing off and never pushed me about what I was thinking. Not that I don’t like to tell them about my thoughts, but explaining verbally was always a bit difficult for me. I think that’s why everyone categorized me as a slow speaker.

The gig will be starting at 6.30 p.m. I was fully aware that I had to start dressing up and be with the stylist by now. But, I’m feeling a bit nauseas. Being nervous before a show was normal. Even though we had done more than fifty shows; the nervousness always caught up with the five of us. But today I felt like throwing up. Normally, my palms would sweat and I’d get goose bumps. But, not a feeling of throwing up. I massaged my temples to ease up my feeling.

“ Are you feeling sick, Harry?” Niall asked with a concerned look.

“ I’m alright. Just feeling like throwing up. I’ll be fine after a pill.” I replied. He gave me a warm smile. I walked up to take a glass of water and had a pill. Hope everything goes well tonight.

Performing was always a great feeling. It makes you forget whatever unhappy things that you had in you. That’s what happened to me. Where did my nausea go? Haha. Maybe Peter Pan took them to Neverland.

I’ve always loved reading the different posters our fans make for us. They’re so adorable. I’d like to say that our fans are weird; just like us. And we love them for that. I looked over at the audience searching for an interesting poster with an interesting caption.

“ Harry, Harry, Gimme some of your gravy.” Now that’s common.

“Liam, can I have a taste of your 10 inch?” What? How do they know these things? Seriously? I never knew that. I walked to Liam and pointed him to the poster. Liam’s cheeks turned red. But he brushed it off with his puppy smile.

I continued to scan across the audience. Something special caught my eyes. How did I miss it all the time? That single poster read,

“ Life’s adorable when it’s enjoyed to the maximum in a good way. You changed me <3.“

I read it thrice. The first sentence made sense. But I couldn’t understand the last three words. The last sentence. I wanted to know what she meant by the last sentence. I wanted to know her perception. Not mine. I looked at her. She was wearing a leopard printed beanie and her face couldn’t be seen much. I looked to see what she was wearing. A pink floral top with a pair of white skinny jeans.

Throughout the gig I couldn’t stop staring at her. I couldn’t even see her face. But I really wanted to know what she meant by that single sentence; the three words. I was constantly dozing off looking at that side of the crowd staring at those three words. Is that bad? I’ve never felt this. Will she be afraid? Will she feel that I’m stalking? What will the lads think of me? Ugh, I’m confused. How am I going to talk to her? It’s impossible. I hope she’ll attend the signing after this. I’ll definitely talk to her then. I felt a relief wash through my mind.