Harry Styles Oneshots

Harmonies of the heart

The summer festival circuit was in full swing, and Y/N couldn't believe her band, Echo Nights, was finally getting the recognition they deserved. Their latest single had topped the charts, and their schedule was packed with performances. The energy in the air was electric as they prepared for their set at one of the most renowned music festivals in the country.

Dressed in a vintage band tee and a flowing skirt, Y/N felt a mix of excitement and nerves. She gathered with her bandmates backstage, going over the final setlist.

"Are you ready to blow the crowd away?" her guitarist, Max, asked, grinning.

"Ready as I'll ever be!" Y/N replied, trying to calm the butterflies in her stomach.

As they waited for their turn to perform, she couldn't help but glance toward the main stage. Harry Styles was set to headline that evening, and the buzz surrounding him was palpable. Y/N had always admired his music; his blend of heartfelt lyrics and captivating performances inspired her own songwriting.

"Five minutes!" someone shouted, pulling her from her thoughts.

With adrenaline pumping, Y/N and her band stepped onto the stage, the roar of the crowd sending a thrill through her. She took a deep breath, letting the energy of the audience wash over her as they launched into their first song.

The performance felt magical, every note resonating with the crowd. Y/N poured her heart into the lyrics, connecting with the fans in a way that made her feel invincible. As the final chord rang out, the applause was deafening, and she felt a rush of gratitude.

After their set, Y/N and the band celebrated backstage, but her mind kept drifting back to Harry. She'd heard whispers that he was around, and part of her hoped for a chance encounter.

As they headed to the VIP area to relax, Y/N spotted him across the crowd, chatting with some friends. She felt a rush of nerves but couldn't resist the pull of curiosity.

"Hey, I'm going to grab a drink. I'll be right back," she told her bandmates, making her way toward the bar.

As she stood there, trying to appear casual, she heard laughter behind her. Turning around, she found herself face-to-face with Harry, his charming smile instantly making her heart race.

"Great performance out there," he said, his voice smooth and warm.

"Thank you! I'm Y/N," she replied, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"Harry. Nice to meet you. I really enjoyed your set," he said, leaning against the bar casually. "You have an incredible voice."

Y/N felt her cheeks warm. "Thanks! That means a lot coming from you. I've always admired your music."

Harry's eyes lit up. "I appreciate that! It's always nice to meet fellow musicians. How long have you been performing?"

"Since I was a kid, really. I started writing songs in high school and eventually formed my band a couple of years ago. It's been a wild ride," she explained.

"I can imagine. The music industry is tough, but it sounds like you're making waves," he said, genuinely interested.

Their conversation flowed easily, as if they had known each other for years. They shared stories about their journeys in music, their favorite artists, and the struggles of staying true to their art.

"Do you ever get nervous before a performance?" Y/N asked, curious.

"All the time. It never really goes away," he admitted with a chuckle. "But once you're on stage, it's the best feeling in the world."