Fortunately Unfortunate - Harry Styles

24-Embrace

We follow him out and are led to a somewhat hidden area backstage. I see a cute table set up with snacks, water, drinks, flowers, etc.

"So this is all for you. Both of you really." He says proudly, I could tell he was excited to show us this.

"What's all this for?" I ask confused as to why he felt the need to do this.

"He said it's for us, open your ears Tiff" Rebecca jokes with me. "This is very kind of you Harry, thank you" Rebecca always just goes with it and doesn't ask questions.

"No I know it's for us, but Harry, why? You didn't have to do all this, inviting us back for your concert was more than enough".

"Well let me explain what we have here and my reasoning. So I have some juice and candy in case you go low again. If at any point you need it, come on back here and take what you need. I also have some sugar-free or low-carb snacks that I found in case you want those. Of course, there is some water. I tried to hide it in a quiet area in case you need insulin and want to come back here to do it instead of in public. You can put your used needles in this container if you prefer as well. I tried to prepare you with everything you might need, at least according to Google. I know you are well capable of doing so, I just thought it might be nice to have the added support. Oh, and Rebecca you are more than welcome to any of this as well, I want you both to feel good throughout the show."
Harry was definitely rambling on about it all and I don't know if it is because he is nervous, excited, or both.

I feel overwhelmed with love and support. I have no idea what to say, or do, I just-- I cannot believe he is being so thoughtful with all of this. I definitely am going to be more on top of my glucose levels tonight and knowing that if I need something I can come back here is comforting. It makes me feel so cared for in such an amazing way.
I look up at Harry as he stands there waiting for my response. I wrap my arms around him; without even thinking about it. I just...did it. He doesn't pull away and instead hugs me back.

"Sooo you both approve?" His voice startles me as my head is against his chest. I quickly pull away.

"Oh my gosh yes. Harry this means more to me than you will ever know. I will never forget this. Thank you does not even cover it anymore and neither do the flowers I got you". I start to say more, I think about apologizing for the abrupt embrace but chose not to, he didn't seem to hate it...so I will just leave it be.

"She's right. Thank you doesn't cover it. We appreciate it." Rebecca puts her arm around me and we give each other a brief squeeze and smile.

"It's honestly not much, I wish we had an extra room. I would have put it in my dressing room but staff may need to run in and out depending on certain things during the show and I didn't want you or them getting in each other's way. I thought this was the next best option since it's away from the commotion..." he's rambling on again.

"Harry?" he pauses. "It's perfect. Really. Thank you"

"You're welcome" There is a moment of silence before we hear some staff calling for him to finish getting ready. "And that's my cue, security will take you to your seats, enjoy the show you two! And don't leave right away security will grab you after it's over!" He yells back to us as he runs back down to where his dressing room is.

We are led to our seats and the view is amazing. I mean don't get me wrong being in the pit and getting to be so close to him was so much fun but from here you can see the entire stage. It is also nice because there is still room to move and dance unlike the normal seating in the lower or upper bowl, feels much more scrunched with people on each side of you.

"This is so cool!" Rebecca is already taking a video of our view. I can't say I blame her. This is definitely something I never want to forget.

"Right! I feel like VIP" I look around at all the fans flooding in getting ready for Wet Leg to start in the next 5 minutes. I see quite a few people looking in our direction, even some pointing. "Are people looking at us?" I ask Rebecca wanting to make sure I am not imagining things.

"Yeah, it is probably because we are in the family friends section, remember?" she chuckles as she jokes with me. "Plus you were all over social media last night so some people might recognize you and wonder what's up."

I didn't even think about that. If I could find the videos that easily last night I can only imagine how many other people have seen them too. I feel a little awkward, thinking about how many people probably know of me. It's a weird feeling. I am going to have to just embrace it and roll with it. I am sure that is what Harry does every day of his life considering he has so many people up in his business most of the time; at least I assume so.

"So what was that about backstage?" Becca pipes in. I push my thoughts away, "Seemed like you two has a moment back there" She nudges me slightly, smiling wanting to prove she is right and that he does like me.

"It was just a hug, Becca, it was really touching for me that he did all that and it was the only way I knew how to truly thank him. I know it was probably weird I just--"

She interrupts me. "It wasn't weird Tiff. But it was something. I saw the look on his face when you hugged him. He was blushing, trying to keep his feelings hidden, but I could see him blushing. I am not blind I can promise you that."

My heart skips a beat. You see, with Becca, she is normally pretty spot on with these kinds of things, when I first was friends with Cole she told me for months that he liked me and I didn't believe her. And yet we dated for years. Clearly, she was right. So when she says stuff like this it makes me nervous. Especially now, I mean, IF she is right; which I don't know if she is, this is something big for me. It hasn't been that long since I broke it off with Cole, and although I am feeling good about that decision, it still hurts to know we haven't talked since then, knowing he has ignored me completely. Would I be ready to move on? Regardless, nothing could happen anyways, he's got his own very event-filled life that I am sure has no room for little me. I am just going to enjoy everything while it lasts. I don't want any expectations.

The lights dim, and I am going to embrace every moment I have here. Again. No expectations.