Harry Styles Oneshots

Interviewed love 🍋

"Harry Styles."

That was her answer every time (Y/n) was asked about her celebrity crush. She understood why interviewers asked the question: the more juicy gossip they could cram into their TV shows or YouTube videos, the better. But her answer was never going to change, so why bother asking? She had a crush on the man since One Direction was together, and that was six years ago. He was talented, charming, sweet, and of course, quite handsome.

Her bandmates answered the question as well, of course. Remy, the guitarist, said Natalie Portman, Clark, the drummer, selected Megan Thee Stallion, Spencer, the pianist, answered Chris Hemsworth, and Aliza, the bassist, went with Dev Patel. All solid answers, of course. But as the lead singer, people tended to elevate (Y/n)'s thoughts, opinions, and feelings just a little bit more. And of course, the next morning, there were Buzzfeed articles about how she was madly in love with Harry Styles. Whatever. There was always things like that circulating the Internet. And it's not like they were ever going to meet.

The five of them were at the Grammys afterparty. The five bandmates were on a high: they had won their 8th, 9th, and 10th Grammys for Best Rock Performance, Best Rock Song, and Best Rock Album for the lead single off of their third studio album and for the album itself (they had won in all of the above categories for their first and second albums, as well as Best New Artist at the time of their debut). They figured that they had very well deserved some time to celebrate, which is why Remy and (Y/n) were hanging out at the bar of said afterparty. Their other three friends were somewhere on the dancefloor, and they knew better than to try and make their way through the throngs of people to find them.

"Can't believe we did it again," (Y/n) remarked, swishing her whiskey around the glass.

Remy finished his gulp and beer and grinned, "I can. We're ridiculously talented, how could we not?"

(Y/n) snorted, "Way to be humble, Rems. But yeah, I guess so. We do deserve it."

"Now look who's being humble," Remy retorted.

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, "Whatever."

She took a sip of her drink, but choked on it when Remy suddenly elbowed her side!

"What the hell, man?" she sputtered, trying to recover.

"Look, it's Harry Styles! You should totally go congratulate him!" teased Remy.

She smacked his arm, trying to act annoyed to cover up her embarrassment, "Absolutely not."

Remy wiggled his eyebrow, "Yeah, then you can tell him how much you love him."

"Fuck off, dude," groaned (Y/n).

Remy pitched his voice up in a mocking imitation of his best friend, "Oh Harry, I've had a crush on you since I was 21! Oh Harry, you're so hot and talented! Oh, Harry, you won your first Grammy! Let me suck your-"

"Okay, that's enough!" she exclaimed, covering his mouth with her hand.

Remy laughed and batted your hand away, "It's so easy to get you riled up."

He paused and then looked at her, "He just checked you out."

"No he didn't. There's plenty of other women at the bar, it could've been any one of them," (Y/n) replied, brushing him off.

"I'm telling you, look at him! He's doing it again!"

She acquiesced and glanced in the direction that Remy was nodding his head in. When she did, she locked eyes with the most brilliant green eyes she had ever seen. One of those same eyes winked at her with a flirty smirk on his face, and she could feel her face growing warm.