"I can't do this, Harry." My voice cracks as I collapse into the nearest chair, the weight of it all pressing down on me.
He drops to his knees in front of me, his hands firm yet gentle as they settle on my thighs. "Noa," he says, looking up at me with that smile—the one that always manages to break through the storm clouds in my mind. "You're the strongest, smartest, and most beautifuliest..." He trails off, frowning playfully. "Is that even a word?"
A laugh bubbles out of me despite myself. He squeezes my legs lightly, his eyes warm and reassuring. "And you're not doing it alone," he continues softly. "We're doing it together. I'm right here with you."
I start nodding slowly, then faster, the nerves fading just a bit. "Okay. Yeah, okay. We're doing this together." I let out a long breath, trying to shake off the anxiety.
"Harry Styles to the stage! Two minutes!" a voice booms over the speakers.
He grins at me, leaning in close. "I've gotta go, love," he says softly, brushing his nose against mine. "But I love you," he whispers, kissing me gently, like it's a promise. "Together, Forever."
Before I can say anything, the door swings open, and a stressed-out stage manager barges in. "There you are! Come on, we need you on stage, now!"
Harry flashes me one last smile, his lips pressing a lingering kiss to mine before he pulls away, tugging me along as he guides us out of the room and toward the side of the stage.
"Alright," he says, voice steady but with an edge of excitement. "We've practiced everything, but when you step out there, just go with what feels right, okay?"
I nod, my stomach flipping with a mix of nerves and anticipation. "Are you okay? You ready?"
He turns to me, his grin wide and contagious. "Yes," he says, his eyes lighting up with a spark that only he can pull off. "I'm so fucking ready."
Without missing a beat, he pivots, ready to head to his mark, the adrenaline already starting to take over.
I reach out, grabbing his hand before he can walk away, squeezing it tight. "Harry, wait."
He turns back, eyebrows raised, the softness in his eyes cutting through the frantic energy of the moment. "Yeah?"
"I just... I need you to know that I'm proud of you. No matter what happens out there tonight, it doesn't change anything. We've worked so hard for this."
He blinks, and for a second, I see that vulnerable, unguarded look on his face—the one he rarely lets anyone see. He pulls me closer, our foreheads almost touching.
The stage manager, clearly torn between professionalism and panic, hovers near, but we ignore him.
Then, with one last kiss—quick, almost like he's stealing a moment before the world takes him away—he pulls back, releasing my hand as he takes a deep breath, shaking out his shoulders.
"Alright," he says, flashing that megawatt smile, the one that makes thousands of people fall in love with him every single night. "Let's do this."
He steps through the curtain and onto the stage, and the roar of the crowd hits me like a wave, drowning out everything else. The sound is deafening, but all I can focus on is him. He stands there for a moment, soaking it all in, his silhouette outlined by the blinding lights.
For a brief second, he turns his head, catching my eye, and he winks.
It's a simple gesture, but it's everything. It's his way of telling me that no matter what happens next it's us, forever.
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H.S | Same song, second verse | Second book
Fanfiction[This is a sequel to "When the Flash Fades"] Harry and Noa were once inseparable, bound by their shared passion for music and an undeniable connection. Three years have passed, and their lives have taken different paths. But fate-or whatever higher...
