Y/n Y/l/n, a 21 year old, successful singer, disappeared for two years without anyone knowing the reason. She had to keep it a secret, she wanted it to keep it a secret, because if she didn't she would have hurt him more than she did shortly before...
October 2021 **YOUR POV** It was the day of Harry's second LA show and with that the last one. I was feeling a lot better today, happier and just more confident in general. I decided to spend the day at home instead of being at the arena and just wanted to relax until tonight when I'd head over there to watch Harry's last LA show.
So, later that night, shortly before the show would start, I headed over there, somehow managing to be late. I had a driver bring me over there, but since there was lots of traffic, he couldn't get as close to the arena as I liked. Me being late, I just got out at some street we were stuck in and ran the rest of the way to the back of the arena where I was supposed to enter.
„May I see your pass?" One of the two guards at the gate asked me when I eventually got there.
„Oh yeah, sorry. Give me a second." I said, looking through my purse for the pass Harry gave me this morning, but couldn't find it for the life of me when I finally realized, I left it hanging around the door handle of the front door where I put it specifically so I wouldn't forget it when I left. „Goddammit!" I huffed. „I'm sorry, I forgot it at home, but I'm Y/n, Harry's wife. Can't you just let me in?" I asked, hoping they'd just say yes.
Instead, they both laughed at me. „Yeah right. Do you know how many girls have been here, trying to convince us they're Harry Styles' wife?"
„No, but I am. We got married three years ago, I can show you a wedding picture, please just let me in." I begged them at this point, showing them the picture on the lockscreen of my phone.
„Sorry miss, that could easily be photoshopped." they kept laughing. „If you forgot your pass, why don't you go back and get it?"
„Because I'm late and if I go back home now and come back, I'll miss the start of the show. Please, Harry is my husband and I'm a singer myself. Call Jeff or Anthony or Harry Lambert, they know me. Can you please let me in?"
„Sorry, we've had enough crazy fans here today." He shook his head. „May you please leave and go to the actual entrance if you have a ticket?"
I sighed and turned around, taking my phone to call Jeff who of course didn't pick up the phone. Nobody responded, so I called Harry, hoping he'd pick up, but wasn't sure he would since he only had half an hour to go until he needed to be on stage.
„Babe?" He finally responded and I was so relieved he did. „What's going on? Why aren't you here already?"
„Haz! Finally! I'm late and forgot my pass at home. The guards won't let me through. They won't believe that you're my husband, so I'm stuck out here. Can you PLEASE come get me? They think I'm a crazy fan and laughed at me." I explained to him.
„Aww, love." He chuckled. „Sorry about that, I'll be out in a minute."
„Thank god." I said and hung up the phone, heading back to where the guards stood.
„Miss, I already told you, you can't get in here." He told me, already trying to make me leave again.
„Can you please give me a second? My husband is coming to get me." I told them and they laughed at me again when I finally saw Harry making his way out with Jeff.
„Good evening everyone, would you please let my wife in?" Harry asked with a charming smile. „I've been waiting for her."
„So she told us the truth?" One of the guards asked Harry while the other one opened the gate and let me through. „She is your wife?"
Harry nodded. „Of course she is." He took my hand and pressed his lips on mine.
„I apologize, Mrs. Styles, we didn't know-."
„That's alright, you're just doing your job." I smiled, shaking it off before we made our way inside the arena.
„Thanks for saving me. I thought I wouldn't make it." I let out a breath of relief, leaning into Harry's side.
„No problem, love. I thought something must've been going on when I didn't find you backstage." He said.
„Here you go, Y/n." Jeff handed me a new pass that I immediately put over my head. „We don't wanna have the same problem happening when the show starts."
„Thanks, Jeff." I said with a chuckle and then turned to Harry. „I literally showed the guy a wedding picture of us and he didn't believe me."
He laughed at that. „I'm sorry about that, baby."
„Apparently you have lots of wife's that came for you today." I grinned up at him.
„Oh do I?" He grinned back. „Well, you're my one and only." Harry pressed a kiss to the top of my head as we walked through the hallway towards his dressing room.
He was still dressed in his sweatpants and some shirt and Lambert only waited for him to get back to dress him in his beautiful green velvet vest and matching pants.
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„Wow you look hot." I said, sitting on the couch when Harry was fully dressed and put his boots on. I turned my head to Harry Lambert, Harry's stylist. „Lambert, you did a good job with this one."
„Thanks, love." He giggled. „Glad you like it as much as I do."
„Maybe it's a little too hot for everyone else too see, but I let it slide this time."
„Phew, how lucky am I then?" Lambert joked. „Almost had to find a new outfit for him."
I laughed at that and not too long later, Harry had to leave. Just before he left, I went to press a kiss to his lips and let him go.
