One Direction Imagines Book Three

Harry - We Meet Again

For Harrys_Bae_xx enjoy! <3

Picture of Harry's beautiful hand and leg attached because why not ^-^

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You walk up to the gathering crowd outside of your hotel, looking up as you wonder what the fuss was all about.

People were everywhere, squealing and screaming, while all you wanted was to get inside your hotel so that you could have a sleep after a full day of shopping.

You went around the crowd, walking up to the hotel security in the hopes of him letting you in.

"Excuse me, is there any way I could get inside of the hotel?" You ask, as the man raises his eyebrows.

"Nice try, you're going to need proof." He replies, simply.

"What are you talking about? I've been staying here for the last two days." You inform him, confused.

"Do you have any proof of your stay?"

"I have my room card." You tell him, pulling out your card which read the name of the hotel, along with your room number.

"What's your name please?" He asks, pulling out his iPad.

"Y/N Y/L/N."

"Ah yes, you are on the system. Sorry, ma'am, come this way." He says, flicking his iPad off as he leads you into the hotel.

You sigh, shaking your head as you finally enter your hotel, heading into the lift so you could get to your hotel room.

*

After a failed attempt to have a sleep after hearing nothing but screams for the past hour for no apparent reason, -as you couldn't see anyone apart from a continuously building crowd of people - you finally got up, fixing your hair and makeup before stepping out.

Later on, you were going to see one of the biggest bands in the world, One Direction, and quite frankly, you couldn't wait.

They were the only famous people who could possibly be in this area... But it couldn't be them. After all, why would they be staying in the same hotel? You expected them to stay in 5 star classy hotels, rather than a 3 star average place.

No, it can't be them. It's definitely not them. You think, convinced that it was somebody else.

Taking your necessary things out of the hotel room, you decide to head down to the lobby for some dinner before the concert, which doors would be opening in just a few hours time.

Clambering into the lift, you continue to hear screams, before they die down again.

Can't I get any peace around here... You wonder, as you press the ground floor, only to find the doors being forced to stay open by a pair of muscly arms shoving them open.

The man steps in, and you recognise the familiar arm tattoos of...

No.

It's not.

It can't be.

It's Harry.

"Sorry, I just really need to get to the ground floor." He apologises, stepping in as you stare at him for a moment before looking away.

"It's fine." You reply, genuinely, as your breathing picks up and your thoughts begin to run wild.

I'm in a small confined space with Harry Styles, what the Frick is going on?