Fortunately Unfortunate - Harry Styles

12-Eyes

Tiffany's POV

We have locked eyes and I am mesmerized. They are so green, more green then I could ever imagine. Suddenly I come to realization as to what's happening and I look away.

"I'm sorry" I manage to choke out. I feel terrible that he's here when he should be on stage. Even if the show is over he should be home getting rest not worrying about some girl that can't take care of her own damn blood sugars.

"No you have nothing to be sorry for. Look." He waits until I look back at him. "I saw you on the floor in the pit and wanted to make sure you were okay, which your wonderful friend Rebecca here let me know what you needed. We made sure you got the help you needed and I continued on with my show once we learned that you had stable levels. You are not keeping me from anything. Right now all that matters is how you are feeling". He says this as if he truly cares. I believe him, he seems so genuine about everything.

I always watch fan interactions, but it's something else talking with him. It almost doesn't feel like I've just met him, it seems like he knows me...and I don't mean on just a surface level, like we've been talking for hours...which I don't think we have. I laugh in my head at how ridiculous I feel, not knowing what's been happening for the past...
"wait how late is it?" I ask with a panic in my voice.

"About midnight" Rebecca says.

"Shit my mom, she expected me to be coming home already she's probably worried. I need to call her. I start to get up abruptly and both Harry and Becca lay me back again before I could. Harry left his hand there on my arm. It's warm. It's comforting.

"Hey shh, it's okay you're mom knows. She's glad your okay and says she loves you. I told her you were in good hands and would be home as soon as you could be." Harry says this in such a comforting way all the stress was gone. But wait, did he just say he talked to my mom?

"You uh- spoke with my mom already?" I ask confused still.

"Yeah, Judy? I also got to chat with your dad Roger a little cause he walked in from work when I was on the phone with your mom. They both seem like great people. They really love you" He says smiling at me. I feel relieved knowing they both know I am okay. My body fully relaxes. "So, Tiffany, you never did answer my question, how are you feeling? Honestly."

"I'm feeling a little groggy, my head kind of hurts but I'm okay, kind of just feeling like I have a hangover but without the fun part the night before" I say trying to lighten the mood. Harry seems to find it funny as he slightly laughs. Ugh those dimples. I am so down bad for this man I've just met and in maybe the worst situation possible.

"That's one way of putting it" he smiles. "Here do you want some Advil? That should be okay for you, right?" The fact that he even offered was sweet enough, but the fact that he double checked that I can have it was even sweeter.

"Thank you" I say as I grab the two Advil from his hand and the water he handed me from the other. I down them and hand him back the glass. "Yeah thank you so much". I am so grateful right now. Passing out is scary but I am so happy to have my best friend with me and Harry? He may be the perfect person to comfort me right now.
"You've been so kind, I can never show you how much this means to me, really." I mean that. Not just because he's Harry Styles but because he's a kind human who cares for others and I could not be more thankful for that.

"Hey, you came to my show, that's enough for me. Really, it means a lot when I get to meet someone who loves my music enough to come watch me perform. So thank you, as well." He says looking at me and also at Rebecca. I glance at Rebecca and she's smiling at him and looks down at me and gives me a look.

I know that look. It's the look we used to give each other when we would catch a guy flirting with one another. It's the look I gave her when her boyfriend Zach first met her. She's not suggesting that Harry is flirting with me...there's no way. I'm delusional and I think I need to go home.

I don't want to go home. I want to stay here and chat with Harry all night long. I want to hear all about the show and his life, I want know what his life was like back in London. I want to know him like we grew up together. More than anything I would love to be a friend to him. Someone he can come to when he's had a good day, a bad day, a mediocre day, I don't care. I want to be there for him like he's been here for me tonight.

"Well I am sorry I interrupted your show and caused commotion, but thank you, Harry this means a lot to me" I say. I look down and notice his hand still on my arm. This time it's a little lower, closer to my hand now.

"Don't be sorry, I am really glad I got to meet you Tiffany" we are locking eyes again and I feel my stomach summersault.

"My friends just call me Tiff" I say smiling at him.

"Alright, well it was an absolute pleasure to meet you Tiff, and I am glad you are okay" He says as he slides his hand down the rest of my arm and gives my hand a squeeze. I do a weak but small squeeze back and want nothing more than to hug him. Show him how much he means to me...I can't. I cant be weird, I can't be that crazed fan. I resist.