Harry Styles Oneshots

A song for you

The bustling city of London was alive with energy as Y/N made her way to a posh hotel where Harry Styles was staying. The streets buzzed with fans and tourists, but Y/N focused on the task ahead. She had always dreamed of being a music journalist, and today, she would interview one of the biggest stars in the world.

Clutching her leather notebook, she entered the hotel lobby, the air thick with excitement. The decor was opulent, with chandeliers shimmering overhead. As she approached the check-in desk, she could see the media room where journalists were already gathered, their cameras and notepads ready.

After a brief wait, a staff member gestured for her to follow him. "Mr. Styles will see you now," he said, leading her down a corridor adorned with iconic photographs from Harry's performances. Y/N's heart raced with anticipation.

Entering the room, she found Harry sitting on a plush couch, casually dressed in a vintage tee and patterned trousers. His trademark smile illuminated the space, instantly easing her nerves.

"Hi! You must be Y/N," he said, his voice warm and inviting. "Thanks for coming."

"Thank you for having me," she replied, trying to maintain her composure. She took a seat opposite him, her notebook poised on her lap.

As the interview began, Y/N felt a magnetic pull toward Harry. He spoke passionately about his latest album, Fine Line, detailing his creative process and the stories behind the songs. Y/N listened intently, jotting down notes while also soaking in the way his eyes sparkled when he talked about music.

"Do you ever feel pressure to create?" she asked, genuinely curious.

"All the time," he admitted, leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees. "But I try to channel it into something positive. Music is my way of expressing what I feel."

Y/N nodded, captivated by his honesty. "Your songs resonate with so many people. It's incredible how you can connect through your art."

"Thanks, that means a lot," he said, a hint of shyness creeping into his smile. "What about you? What inspires your writing?"

As they continued to converse, the interview transformed into a more casual chat. They laughed over shared experiences in the music industry, and Y/N found herself forgetting the formality of the situation. With each question, the connection between them grew stronger.

After the official interview wrapped up, Harry leaned back, a playful glint in his eyes. "So, what do you do for fun when you're not busy writing about me?"

Y/N chuckled, feeling bolder. "I love going to concerts and discovering new music. It's like a treasure hunt for my ears."

"I love that! You should come to one of my shows sometime," he suggested, a spark of sincerity in his voice.

"Really? I'd love to!" she replied, her heart racing at the thought of witnessing his energy on stage.

As their conversation drifted, Harry glanced at his watch. "I've got to head out soon, but I'd love to keep in touch. This was fun."

Y/N felt a rush of excitement. "Definitely! I'd love that."

He pulled out his phone and handed it to her. "Can you put your number in there?"

Her fingers trembled slightly as she typed her number, trying to suppress the giddy feeling in her stomach. When she handed the phone back, Harry grinned. "Perfect. I'll text you."

As she left the hotel, Y/N felt an exhilarating mix of disbelief and joy. Not only had she interviewed Harry Styles, but she had also made a genuine connection with him.