Fortunately Unfortunate - Harry Styles

23-Security

Tiffany's POV

We get to the back of the Forum and I am so nervous. What if this doesn't work? How do I know who to go to?

Becca and I lock arms as we are walking.
"There. Do you think that man will know?" she asks me pointing to a loan security man next to a door.

"Only one way to find out."

We walk up to him and before I could say anything he starts, "How may I help you, ladies?"

"Oh um, yes, my name is Tiffany and this is Rebecca..." Becca waves as he looks her way. I am not sure where to go from here. I mean if this is the right person then he should ask for the code word. But if it's not, he's probably wondering what we are doing back here and why we are introducing ourselves.

"Okay, code?" he keeps it short and looks around to make sure there is no one too close by to hear anything going on.

"French fries," I say lacking confidence in my voice and clearly he picked up on it.

"Are you sure?" He raises an eyebrow at me. I want to back into a corner and double-check my phone. Did I use the wrong word?

"Yes, she is sure. French fries" Becca pipes in giving my arm a squeeze to let me know I had it right. I am thankful for her confidence here.

The security guard lets a small smile peak through
"Right this way," he says as he opens the door he was standing in front of. Inside there is another man waiting and he is the one that leads us through the Forum. I am getting really excited now but even more nervous. Becca and I look over at each other with wide eyes. We both cannot believe we are going backstage to meet Harry Styles...again. This time I would like to be awake for all of it.

Before we reach the dressing room area, which is now looking familiar to me, we are stopped and told to wait there. The security guard leaves and heads down toward Harry's dressing room. I can kind of see around the corner. When I look I see Sarah walk out. She comes down our way with a big smile.

"Hi! You must be Tiffany and you must be Rebecca" she says looking at us and holding her hand out.

"Yes that's us," I say

"So nice to meet you," Rebecca says shaking her hand as well.

"Yes, I am happy to be able to officially meet you two. Harry should be ready for you, we can chat more later I would love to get to know you both. But I gotta run. Enjoy the show!"

"Thank you!" We both say as she leaves to head over to what I assume is her dressing room.

The security guard now waves us over and tells us to just knock and he will answer when he can.

I look over at Becca feeling a little apprehensive I feel like we are invading his space. I can tell she feels differently as she is already nudging me in that direction. We head over and I take a deep breath before knocking on the door. It doesn't take long before the door swings open and I see him standing there almost completely ready, he has these all sequined pants on but just a white tank on top I can see he is in the process still when I see the top that matches his pants in the corner.

"Sorry, I am not fully ready," He says, meaning I guess I took long staring at him. "Nice to see you both again!"

"Oh, don't apologize," I say feeling bad if I made him uncomfortable. "I was just taking in all the sparkle you've got going on. I like it"

"Same here" Rebecca chimes in, "It suits you."

"Ya think?" he asks doing a small spin making us all laugh. "I would put the top on but man it is a warm one. And to think I am not even under the lights working yet".

"I am sure it will be worth it when we get to see you shine, both literally and figuratively," I say giving him a smile.
"Oh! These are for you!" I say holding out the flowers to him. "Just a thank you for last night," I say sheepishly.

"Tiffany these are lovely, thank you, you didn't have to but I appreciate it. You know these are almost my favorite colors" he looks at me with the dimples growing.

"Oh really? Almost?" I ask curious as to his reasoning.

"Yeah, sunflowers are more yellow than orange and those flowers are kind of purple/blue but Google got you pretty close this time" He grins knowing googled the information and after our discussion last night he knows how I feel about the internet.

I laugh and he smiles back at me.

"Oh my gosh, how rude of me to make you stand at the door. Come in come in. Make yourselves at home."

"Thank you," Becca and I say at the same time as we walk towards the couch that I was laying on when I awoke last night. It kind of feels weird to be back here again under different circumstances. Makes me realize last night was not just a dream. Like this is really happening. It is such a weird feeling to pass out but then to have all this happen afterward truly makes it feel like an out-of-body experience.

"I see you've got some sparkle going on yourself Tiff, I like it. How was your drive here?" he asks.

"It was good! Not nearly as much traffic as yesterday thankfully. I think it's cause I was driving this time" Becca jokes and I roll my eyes.

Harry laughs, "It looks like you disagree?"

"Yeah, it's called she got lucky that people weren't driving like snails today"

"Well anyway, I am glad you two made it here safe. How are you feeling today Tiff?" I love that he calls me that. Feels so much less formal that way and I just love it.

"So much better, thanks to you both." I look back and forth between them but at the end notice, Harry is only looking at me, a small smile goes across his face. "What?" I ask. "Is there something on my face?" This time I look at Rebecca cause if there is well that's embarrassing. I guess this is payback for me staring at him for so long when he opened the door.

"No no, it's just nice to see you." He pauses "Like feeling good. That's all".

I can't help but blush a little. Becca can tell I am feeling nervous now and helps me out by taking over the conversation.

"Thank you, Harry, for the rides last night. Elin is so amazing"

He finally takes his eyes off of me and looks over at just her for the first time since we came into the room. Why is he doing this?

"Oh it was no problem at all, she was happy to, I was happy to. Speaking of my band, I am going to go check in on them. Wet Leg will be up soon, shall I have security lead you to your seats?"

"Yes please," We both say in unison once again.

"Woah, it's like you two are the same person." We all laugh. He's not wrong though. We do that a lot. Guess that is what happens when you spend every waking moment with each other for 4 years in college.

"Oh and before I forget I need to show you both something, here follow me"

We give each other a confused look but follow him out of the dressing room.