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Extremely descriptive smut with Harry Styles, all written by me.
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Call me insane if you will. Because that's what I am. The plan set in stone in my mind. I am going to flash Harry Styles my tits...front row baby. What do I have to loose? I just need to make sure it's the right moment. Shoot my shot and don't miss.
The entire process of getting into this show has been horribly claustrophobic. I am in the pit with my friend Katie. She is accompanying me under my will, not her own. She isn't a huge Harry fan but knows I have been since I was 14. Obsessed with this man.
The lights dim, music begins and the strob lights begin to go, announcing Harry's soon arrival to the stage. What is he going to be wearing? Oh fuck please be shirtless and tight pants. Please daddy I need to see everything.
Screams fill the air as Harry walks out on stage, waving and blowing kisses to everyone. He bows a few times as I loose my ever loving mind, leaning over the railing, the stage right in front of me. If he came and sat in front of me I could touch him...how how lucky I would be.
The concert begins and my stomach flutters, wondering when would be the perfect time to do my deed.
Harry wonders to our side finally, singing Watermelon Sugar. His body is draped in a pearl like cloth, making me weak at the knees. I am screaming his name and he turns, locking eyes on mine. He gives me a quirky grin as I lift my shirt, flashing him my breasts. He immediately turns red and chokes on his words as he turns, embarrassed. He returns a few moments later as he sings into my eyes, slowly sliding his hand down to his crotch and squeezing it.
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My entire being becomes soak and horny. He gives me a quick wink before continuing down the other side of the stage. Katie laughs, complementing my timing.
Now that that was over and I got that reaction, holy fuck my life couldn't get better, this is top tier. Every fans dream, I read fanfictions all the time growing up...usually ending in fucking but like thats going to happen.
The show continues, Harry winking at me or blushing with a cheeky grin every time he passes me. He even come and stands in front of me as he slowly unbottons his top and let's it slide off his shoulders and onto the stage floor. He shakes his titties at me before he runs off, the girls around me going absolutely insane. Giving me high fives or telling me I'm the luckiest girl in the world. I'm living in a dream.
The set comes to a sad end as I realize the fun we had is coming to an end. I don't know if I'll ever be able to see him again. Fucking hell. So many emotions sweep over me as everyone files out of the building. We are by the stage so the last people to leave. As we are just standing there, making small talk with the other fans I feel a tap on my shoulder. I turn to see one of Harry's stage body guards.
"Hello Miss, I have been requested to bring you back stage. Please come with me," he says, opening the barrier for me to step through as he waves me through.
"Am I in trouble?" I ask before moving my feet, fearing they will ban me from every show ever.
"No ma'am. The request came from Mr.Styles himself," he explains, again gesturing for me to follow him. The girls around me scream in excitement, shooing me along.
