Harry Styles Oneshots

Harrys Girl

It was a cool evening in late summer when you found yourself at a small outdoor concert, tucked away in a cozy corner of a park. The stars were just beginning to appear in the night sky, their faint shimmer a perfect match for the gentle glow of the fairy lights strung up around the stage. You had come for the music, but you weren't expecting him—Harry Styles—of all people to be playing.

You'd heard whispers earlier that he was in town, but seeing him on stage with his guitar slung casually over his shoulder, wearing that signature green shirt and a look of effortless cool, made your heart skip a beat.

The crowd was buzzing with excitement, but as Harry's voice filled the air, the world seemed to narrow down to just the two of you. His gaze swept across the crowd, and for a fleeting moment, your eyes locked. A small smile tugged at his lips before he looked away, but it felt like something more—a connection.

The night continued, and the atmosphere felt like something straight out of a dream. The music wrapped around you like a warm blanket, and before you knew it, you found yourself standing closer and closer to the stage, inching towards him without even realizing it.

The set was winding down, but as Harry strummed the final chords of a song, he caught sight of you again. This time, instead of turning away, he raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a teasing smirk.

"Looks like I've got a fan in the front row," he said, his voice carrying over the microphone. "Come up here, love. I won't bite."

Your heart skipped. Had he just... invited you on stage? Without thinking, you found yourself moving, pushing through the crowd with shaky legs. The closer you got, the more you could feel the warmth of his presence, the intensity of his gaze drawing you in.

When you finally stood at the foot of the stage, Harry extended a hand toward you. "C'mon up," he said softly, and you took his hand without hesitation. The crowd cheered, but everything felt muted as he helped you up, his fingers brushing against yours in a way that felt like an electric current running through your body.

You stood beside him on the stage, and for a moment, the two of you just looked at each other. The music still played in the background, but the world around you seemed to fade into the night, leaving only the two of you standing there under the stars.

"I didn't expect this to be my night," you said, laughing nervously, but Harry's smile was warm, genuine.

"Neither did I," he replied, his voice low and a little breathless. He stepped closer, the distance between you shrinking in a way that made your pulse race. "But I'm glad you're here."

Without another word, Harry leaned in, his lips brushing against your cheek in the softest kiss. It was like a spark had gone off, and as he pulled back slightly, his eyes were dark with something deeper, something more.

"Are you always this bold?" you asked, teasing but with your heart thundering in your chest.

He chuckled, the sound soft and rich. "Only when I meet someone who makes me forget where I am."

His words hung in the air, and before you could say anything else, his lips were on yours, the kiss gentle but filled with promise. It felt like time slowed, like the rest of the world faded, and there was only Harry and you, wrapped up in the magic of the moment. The kiss deepened, and you could feel his heart beating in time with yours.

When you finally pulled away, you both smiled, breathless, but still holding each other's gaze.

"Guess we'll make our own memories tonight," Harry said, his voice soft and full of affection.

You nodded, your heart still racing. "I think I'll never forget this."

And as the music swirled around you both, the stars above shining a little brighter, you knew he was right. This was just the beginning of something unforgettable.

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Update! Sorry I didn't post for ages. I was visiting family in my home country Brazil. Took a while because my family lives in different places. Thanks for reading!