Harry Styles Oneshots

Threesome 🍋

"Y/N, you know I don't like when you go to things like this by yourself."

You roll your eyes at your mothers voice, glad that this is just a phone call so she can't see the gesture.

"Mom, I'm almost 30 years old. I'm smart. I know how to take care of myself."

"I know. Still makes me nervous. Call me when you get home okay?"

"You know you'll be asleep before Louis even gets on stage," you reply. If there's one thing about your mother that's never changed, it's her habit of going to bed early.

"I wish we'd set up that app on my phone so I can see where you are," she says.

"We did set it up," you state. "You just don't know how to use it."

"Oh, that's right. How do I find you again?"

You resist the urge to roll your eyes again at the question, since you've taught her how to use Find My Friends about one hundred times.

"I've really got to get going, parking is going to be tough so I don't want to be late."

"Of course, okay. Have fun and be safe!"

"Thanks mom, I will. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"

"You'd better, I want to hear all about it!"

You almost laugh at that, since your mother literally has zero idea who Louis Tomlinson is, but you appreciate the effort. After a final goodbye you hang up the call.

Before leaving, you glance in the mirror one last time to make sure everything is in order. Your hair is pulled up in a ponytail, your make up looks perfect, and your simple shorts and tank top sit just right. It's a hot day, the middle of summer, and the last thing you want is to overheat.

The drive to the venue doesn't take long, as it's only a couple of towns over. It's a smaller place, basically a big parking lot that got turned into a space for concerts. After waiting in line, you finally make your way inside to find a spot. It's all general admission so you can choose to be anywhere.

The front right by the stage is already completely filled. You could get into the middle of the crowd, but you'd rather hang towards the back. While you do love Louis, it's still broiling hot out and being surrounded by people doesn't sound like a fun time.

Towards the back of the space is a large tent which seems to be the control center. Sound and lighting techs are working from there, as well as security personnel. There are metal gates around the tent, with an opening on the side for the staff to come and go.

This is where you station yourself. You're outside the fence, just behind the opening. There's a trash can behind you which essentially means no one will be able to press closely to you. Plus, if you lean over towards the fence you get a less obstructed view of the stage.

All in all, you think you've secured yourself a pretty good spot. You have a great time listening to the openers, and then Giant Rooks leaves the stage. It's almost time for you to watch Louis perform live for the first time in your life.

There's activity in the tent, and you see a man who looks kind of familiar walking out of it rolling some equipment. You try to move back a bit more to be out of his way, but the cart he's moving still bumps into you.

It doesn't hurt you, but it does cause you to lose your balance. And honestly, you have the worst coordination, and even worse luck. So it's no surprise to you when you fall backwards and land not on the ground, but in the garbage can.

There's something warm and sticky, and you vaguely remember seeing lots of people eating nachos. Cheese. You've landed in basically a vat of cooling liquid cheese. Well, that's unfortunate.