More than just a chemical reaction (Harry Styles x Walter White)

Chapter 2: C11H15NO2 (Midomafetamine)

Walt quickly shook that thought off, there was no way he actually just met THE Harry Styles in person. At the supermarket. Getting his card declined. Thanking him... but the possibility was so daring, exciting. Living a thousand livetimes in his head, living all the possibilities. What if it was Harry Styles after all? What if he did meet the Harry Styles just now? Should he walk up and thank him for changing his life? For all the days he had lit up? For the experience the concert will be? Should he just walk up and kiss the hooded man? Walt imagined him and Harry watching the sunset sitting on the beach, the waves quietly crashing, while he and Harry leaned on each others shoulders. Telling them their deepest secrets, confessing their most repressed desires. Slowly they would inch closer, holding hands. He could feel Harrys soft, steady breath, the rythm of his heart. It was accelerating, the tension was growing. Leaning in for a kiss, THE kiss, Harry and his' first kiss. They would start making out under the night veil. Sitting next to each other, overcome with lust and desire, a feeling as old as time. The waves and the stars and the world were now distant, the only thing he could focus on Harry. Feeling his silky, wavy downright perfect hair, playfully wrapping it around a finger. Sliding a hand up his shirt, feeling Harrys youthful, well built body. Touching his mantits, circling around with his fingernail. Feeling his well defined abs. Slowly melting in his embrace, Harrys lips on his. Feeling his back, his shoulders. His heart and brain and body racing, going faster and faster while time is passing slower and slower. Blood rose to Walters cheeks, he could feel them shining warm and bright.

Suddenly, the cashier ripped him out of his daydreams. "Sir? Hello? Are you okay? I can get you a glass of water if you're having a heat stroke. At your age you should really watch out for your body." Still far away from reality, Walt mumbled something more or less resembling a "I'm okay." Yes, his old, fragile body. The times had really left a mark on him, from working at the car wash to cooking meth to teaching annoying brats chemistry, however recently it felt so much more... easy? He was looking forward to the next day, a feeling he had thought long gone. The concert placed firmly at the forefront of his head, the days couldnt even go by fast enough. Except when he was cooking in the lab, with Harry loudly singing from his newly bought speakers. Then he felt the rules of the universe owed him an exception, time should stop and the moment should never end. "I'm falling again, I'm falling again, I'm falling" Walter silently sang to the beat of the beeps of the cash register. Right, he was in the supermarket, buying groceries for the next few days. And he had just met Harry Styles. Walter was sure of it, there was no other way. Swiping his card without even looking at the price, but he knew he made a good deal. The tins were on sale after all.

Saturday, the concert was tomorrow. There was another one today, but there were no VIP-tickets left anymore. Oh and Jrs birthday was tomorrow anyways..? Walter wasn't quite sure anymore. It didn't matter anyways, there were more important things to do, he promised Jesse to cook today. Well, Jesse promised him to cook today rather, Walter desperatly wanted to use his new sound setup after all and you dont enter a lab alone, that was basic safety 101. He got up and made breakfast for Walter Jr, he finished a new batch of bread that had yet to go in the oven. Breadmaking was his new passion, after having seen a TikTok where Harry talked about baking at home. Naturally, Walter perfected it within a week, unlike cooking, baking is basic science after all. Cooking is art. He set the timer and left for the lab. "You're so golden, You're so golden, You're so golden" The drive went by in a breeze. Jesse was already there in the lab, filling new methylamine in the tank when a thought suddenly crossed Walts mind.

"Jesse, you're like a druggy right? Like you've taken stuff before?" "Uh, YEA? What kinda stuff you talkin' about? Oh. Ohohoh don't tell me you wanna pop some pills huh. God, old man, what's up with you recently?" "Jesse, please listen.", Walter said in a timid manner, "I'm going to a concert tomorrow, Harry Styles, he's a youngster like you and famous, you might know him. It's a once in a lifetime thing, and I'm going there with Jr., so I thought about....  amplifying that experience. If so many people are doing it then there's got to be something about it." "Oh don't worry Walt, I've got some on me, shits the bomb yo. Ecstasy, fresh from the labs over in Cali. One of these and you'll -never- forget it yo." Walter was nervous, after all the complicated diplomacy with the meth suppliers he never imagined it being this easy. Jesse truly was a great friend, though Walter would obviously never admit this. The batch went as well as it could, they even finished ahead of schedule, thanks to Harrys stunning lyrics and instrumentals of course. Jesse and him truly cooked like maniacs.

Juniors birthday flew by like nothing, while also dragging out forever. Baking a cake, confusing the salt for sugar and it turning out inedible, trying to sing happy birthday but not finding his voice, but Walter did not care for any of it. Neither did Junior, both were preoccupied daydreaming of the concert ahead of them, each for their own reasons. Junior seeing himself and his teenage angst represented in the lyrics that never failed to make him tear up. He has been there from the start, and he will always be a fan. At least thats what he thought to himself. Walter sr on the other hand went there for all the good reasons, even more excited then his son, he decided to take both pills for him and not tell junior about it. He was telling himself it was to protect his son, but in reality he only wanted more to himself. Can you really blame him for it?

They left two hours early, fearing heavy traffic on the 15 minute drive. Unsurprisingly they did not see a single other car. Once having arrived, they sat down in the shadow, going through lyrics together, singing loudly and badly. The sky was blue, the sun was shining and the soft tunes of music filled both Walters' hearts. "I'd walk through fire for you, just let me adore you." For Walter senior this was literal, in his dreams he already sacrificed himself an uncountable amount of times to save Harry, flew around the world with Harry, seeing the wonders of the world and science. He even dared replacing Jesse with Harry in his dreams, cooking in the lab, the lovely perfumes that Walter grew to love over time surrounding the air around them. As the entrance opened, Walter excused himself to the bathroom. Unsure whether to chew on the pills or not, he decided to swallow one right down, while munching the other for a minute as if it was some dryed-up old gum. Right as they got to their seats, the first ones in the stadium to do so, Walter started feeling dizzy. He was not quite sure whether it was excitement, anxiety, or the Ecstasy. Likely even all three of them. But now it was too late to go back, all thats left is to make the best of it.

Then it happened. IT happened. Harry Styles walked onto the stage. Harry. Styles. Right there. Right in front of Walter Hartwell White. All these days of waiting, all the hours spent listening, singing along to his music, watching TikTok clips of concerts, it all cumulated in this very moment. Walter shed a tear, thinking about just running on stage and expressing his undying love for Harry. No. No he wouldn't want that, not in front of all these people. Not in front of all the former students of Walt. Not in front of all his "business" partners watching. Now its time to be patient. The spotlights went on, and there he was, wearing a cute heart-patterned shirt, the top two! buttons open, revealing the uppermost of his chest hair. Walter would not have even dared considering leaving two buttons open, but the fact that Harry is wearing it like this in front of all these people, it really is a sign of the times. His legs are covered by skinny black jeans, but thankfully you can see everything, his thighs, his pack and of course his hot ass. And it started. Harry Styles started singing right there, right in front of Walter (and of course Walter jr. but who cares tbh). Recognizing the first song within half a second, "Daydreaming", Walters excitement was through the roof. He sang along, he danced along, he gave everything he had. Time started to blur, but the music! The music had so much more depth, Walter could hear nuances he never even thought conceivable, he could feel every note being played, echoing through his thought several times before the next one came and took its place. And of course, Harry Styles, with all lights on him, shining as bright as the sun. Brighter even. His elegance, his beauty, his presence. And all this while still connecting with the audience, he truly is one the greatest entertainers to have ever graced this planet. Of course Walter did not notice this, he was captivated, in his own little world. Walter jr was too though arguably less so. He had grown accustomed to his dad acting weird and when "Golden" came on, he had completely forgot about his own dad even being there. "Keep driving", "Music for a Sushi Restaurant", "Watermelon Sugar", all the good ones were there. The music seemed unending, and so did Walters energy. His ability to sing along had long been gone, but that did not discourage him to give it his best, in the hopes of being recognized by the singer in some form. Seconds turned into days, minutes to years, every song into a lifetime. A lifetime filled with music, lights and Harry, Walter started to understand how people believe in angels. But even then, the concert had to come to an end. As the last accords of "As It Was" faded out, a song Harry had saved for the very end, he said some final words of gratitude. And then, that was it. The concert was over. The music was over. The stadium lights turned on, and Walter was slowly starting to come back to some form of consciousness. Awoken to early, he regained a sense of pain. His old body had given his best, but it was aching, and now he started to feel that. He was dizzy, drugged, tired, but he sure was as happy as a man can be.