Believe (A Harry Styles One Shot)

"Okay we need the boys in their positions in five! Let's get this show going people!" Paul yelled from afar. All the boys chuckled as a number of assistants probed their outfits and hair, finishing all the last minute touch-ups. This was it. The first concert to kick-start the tour. Everyone had to be on their A-game since this was the first time they were going worldwide, so naturally everyone's nerves were going crazy. People were running around backstage, double-checking cues and making sure all the mics were working. Stylists were checking outfits for the changes and the instructions were being shouted out left and right.

Frantic people were everywhere, yes, but oddly enough the five lads that could make or break all of this were still lounging in their dressing room. All completely at ease.

Liam, as always, was the first one to finish up. He was helping Louis put in his earpiece, struggling as Louis apparently couldn't stand still for his life. "Tommo if you don't stop fidgeting you'll be going out there tone deaf." Liam complained as Louis scoffed and still didn't stop moving. "It's not exactly that easy! I'm ticklish Liam!" Louis huffed and Liam rolled his eyes at his response. "That's not my problem mate."

Niall was done with preparations as well. He sat on one of the plush couches in the corner shoving chips in his mouth while Zayn was still looking into the mirror, trying to re-do his hair much to their stylists' dismay.

Harry, however, stood on the other side of room, just a bit further from the lads. He ducked his head a bit and with both hands he messed with his curls like he usually did. Looking up at the mirror and finally satisfied with the reflection before him, he turned around and flashed the girl in front of him with a warm smile.

"Think you're quite dashing, don't you Styles?" She asked with an eyebrow raised and her arms folded in front of her. Harry's smile only grew wider. "I try." And with that he took a slight bow. She giggled at his playfulness and unfolded her arms, striding up to him and reaching for his collar to straighten it out. "You know, you and Zayn are the worst to your stylists. You waste all their good work." Her hands reached out to his hair to try and flatten a loose curl, thinking that it wouldn't be poking out if Harry didn't mess it up.

"It's not even gonna make it half the show! It's bound to get ruined with all the running and jumping we'll be doing." He tried charming her into siding with him and she merely rolled her eyes at this, still continuing to fix him up.

Harry stared at the girl before him, the one pouring out all her time and effort, all for him. He knew she barely got time off and that she probably had a lot to sacrifice just to be here, but as usual she never complained. He stared at her, her eyebrows knitted together and her teeth biting on her bottom lip as she concentrated on fixing his hair. She wasn't even noticing him stare. He thought she was absolutely adorable.

Her eyes finally locked with his and with a confused face she asked. "Are you nervous?" Harry was quick to dart his eyes away from hers, mentally cursing himself as he realized that he probably let his face spell out all he felt in front of her. "Just a bit." He choked out. She merely smiled up at him lovingly. "Well I'm not wishing you goodluck, alright? We both know you don't need it." He chuckled at this, still not meeting her gaze. Harry had his eyes trailing on the floor and expression he had on his face worried her, so she quickly cupped his chin and made him look her straight in the eye. "Hey. You'll do great, okay? Believe in that? For me?" Her eyes were warm with concern, boring into him. He nodded and smiled at her. He just couldn't help it when it came to her.

Sure he was nervous about tonight, but not about the show.

But she couldn't find out about that just yet.

She quickly smiled back and finally took a step back, picking up her things on the couch before she looked at him again. "I'll be right there yeah? Front and center." She hugged him tight and he hugged her back with just as much strength, closing his eyes as he took in her scent. It wasn't long before she finally made her exit and the door shut with a click.