Devils Star | h.s

Chapter 1

"You're going to love them! I guarantee it."

It was my last night here in Carolina. After applying to many different law companies —which I thought was a far stretch— I was surprised that one of the leading law firms responded to my application.

After the interview, they offered me a full-time position on probation. I needed to show them that I could do the job while needing to pass my final exam. Being able to work at a company like that is a dream come true. They have thousands of applications every month, so to be the one chosen was extremely overwhelming. Especially because of my non-existent degree.

I may be smart and not just book smart, but I knew it would take more than knowledge to become a successful lawyer. I needed to be confident and understand the human nature. Maybe I wasn't the most empathetic person, but I knew my lane. And I was ready to show them what I've got.

Which is how I found myself here, waiting in line to see 'one of the greatest bands that ever existed' as my friend would say. If it wasn't for her persistence and my jerk of a boyfriend I would have continued to say no. But here I am, surrounded by girls who were either crying or telling a complete cock and bull story of their 'love life' with the members of the band. There were guys here too, mostly looking like they were just dragged here.

Nevertheless, after waiting another thirty minutes out in the cold, we were finally inside the building. The concert soon started, not with the band but with an opening act. They weren't bad but I wasn't that impressed either. The lead singer had an okay voice. Not one I'd remember. They played a few songs, and the crowd was cheering them on. But if the others were going to be on the same level as them, I wasn't going to get the hype.

"Oh my god! It's finally time!" Queenie screamed in my ear, making me wince as the screams got louder while the opening act left the stage.

And then they finally came.
Dubious Devils.

The drummer.

The guitarist.

The bassist.

And him.

I caught myself not closing my mouth for a little too long. My eyes stayed wide, I didn't dare to close them. Not when he was standing right in front of me.

Standing in front of his mic in all his glory was Harry Styles. He didn't need a stage or stage lights shining upon him, he'd be noticed anywhere he went.

He had an impressive height. He was at least six feet. Looking further, he wasn't bulky but had all the necessary muscles a person needed to never stop watching his body move. His broad shoulders underline his muscular build even more, making him look even slightly intimidating. He definitely wasn't a guy you'd wanna pick a fight with.

When my eyes went up to his face, I felt them noticeably widening. Jesus, I never thought someone could look like this. His sharp jawline, perfect nose, and plump lips all matched his extremely intense eyes that were casually scanning the crowd.

His left hand went through his tousled hair in the most natural way ever. All while his right hand grabbed the microphone in an almost possessive manner. His long fingers completely close around it and you could see the veins becoming more visible through his broad hands.

I could feel Queenie glancing over in my direction. The smirk that was now forming on her lips. She fully enjoyed my not-so-unbothered reaction.

I tried to contain myself again, blinking and closing my jaw. Shit, I was embarrassed by myself. This has never happened to me before.

Then suddenly the lead singer of the band started singing their first song of the night; Medicine. My jaw was on the floor again. When he opened his mouth and started singing, I was left in complete and utter awe. I couldn't explain how captivating his voice was. I've never heard anyone sing like this. So raw, passionate and real. And only just now I realised how fitting their band name was. It was mysterious yet luring.

Hearing the band live was a completely different experience than any recorded audio could ever give you.

The skilled drummer pounded to the rhythm. Not missing a beat.

The guitarist used his skilled fingers to create the most catching sound I ever heard.

The bassist filled the whole venue with his extremely satisfying bass roars.

And him. The lead singer played the guitar in the most skilful manner I ever witnessed whilst using his voice to an extent you couldn't help but get addicted to.

Suddenly, his eyes met mine and I could feel my breath hitch. Fuck I hated that I reacted this way, but my body just froze and wouldn't listen to me any longer when I tried to look away. Trying to regain myself. Get my emotions under control again.

I saw his eyes widen just the slightest. The gleam in his eyes getting even brighter.

Shit, standing in the front row really wasn't a good idea. Not only was I able to see everything of him, but he was also able to see everything of me. Seeing the growing blush on my face as our eyes continued to stay on each other.

This guy didn't even think of breaking contact. He was clearly enjoying this, seeing me so flustered and out of breath. And he knew the reason why.

He never stopped singing nor did he miss hitting any guitar strings. His voice remained the same addicting seductive way it has been before. Only that this time his eyes were now completely focused on mine. And mine of his.

Jesus I never hated my hormones more than at this exact moment.

As our eye contact became more and more intense and I was on the verge of serious breathing shortness, when suddenly a girl threw her panties.

Yes, that's right, her panties right in Harry's face. His eyes widened and his brows shot up in shock, laughing it off a few seconds later he shot the same girl a wink before carrying on with the rest of the song.

I slowly started breathing normally again, letting the realisation of what I had just openly showcased hit me at its full capacity.

Once the concert had come to an end, Queenie and I made our way over to her car, singing to Fleetwood Mac the whole journey until we were sitting outside of my rundown apartment.

Saying our farewells and departing from a hug that felt like forever, I finally enter my apartment and the exhaustion hits me hard. Going to a concert was tiring as fuck. All those people. Screaming. Sweating. Screaming again.

I think I might be deaf in my left ear.

But, I couldn't deny that seeing them and hearing them live was... something. Of course, I had gone to a concert before. Years ago. But this was absolutely no comparison. Dubious Devils were indeed on another level. Talent wise.

When checking the time I let out a loud groan. It was way too late already. I had to go to bed if I wanted to be up early to catch my flight. And some part of me already knew that tomorrow morning's affairs would be a disaster.

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