you went to New York to see Harry perform on Good Morning America. you had to get up super early that day because you lived in Jersey and it was a two hour drive to get to the destination. but it was worth it.
when you got there, there was a bunch of fans already there from the night before. but you still somehow managed to get to the front of the stage.
you made some new friends while you were waiting for Harry to come out and get ready on stage. yes, you have come to New York by yourself, mostly because your friends either, didn't like Harry, you killed their souls either way, or they just didn't have the time to go.
as you were talking to your new friends, you heard girls starting to scream. it caught your attention and you then saw Harry walking up to the stage. you started to scream along with all the girls. you took out your phone and started to snapchat him.
after while, you seemed to calm down, you started to hear the announcements say that Harry was going to perform in less than 5 minutes.
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5 minutes later, Harry was performing Sign of the Times. you and your new friends were singing along and having the time of your life.
after 2 more songs, Harry started to perform Kiwi. as you were going crazy over it, Harry looked over at you and looked directly into your eyes. he seemed memorized by you. he then looked away after what seemed like and eternal stare. it was all you could think of for the rest of the concert.
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the end to the concert and the show came and everyone started to leave. you said goodbye to your friends after receiving their numbers. you started to head back to your car until you bumped into someone.
"oh, i'm sorry." you looked up and came face to face with Harry.
"i found you." Harry said softly but loud enough for you to hear.
"um... you were.. looking for.. m-me?" you stuttered because it was Harry fucking Styles.
he looked around an then back at you. "come with me."
"where?" you questioned.
"to my hotel room. i need to talk to you, but not here. i will get mobbed." he grabbed your hand and started to pull you with him.
your cheeks redden and you were lost in your own world. it's not everyday Harry Styles tells you he wants you to come with him up to his hotel room to talk to you.
you two went through the back and he lead you up to his hotel. once inside, he took off his shades and looked you directly in your eyes.
"look, i'm sorry that all this is weird for you." he chuckled at little.
"well... i mean... yeah." you looked down.
"what's your name?" Harry asked.
"y/n." you said while still looking down.
"why are you looking at the ground?"
you took a deep breath and looked up at him. "that's better. now i can see your beautiful face."
you blushed and your eyes started to wonder around.
"you don't have to nervous. i'm not going to do anything bad to you." he said.
"i... i know. it's just... not everyday Harry Styles tells you to follow him to his hotel room to talk. plus, why did you even ask me to come up here with you? what is it that you want to tell me?" you asked, seeming more confident.
"true. to answer your question, i brought you up here because, when i saw you earlier today, i just knew that i needed to know you more. i just... i have this strong feeling that what i felt was... love... but i barely know you and i know you know me more. but i don't know you, so i figured that before i try to take this even further, i should get to know you." Harry said.
"you want to know me more?" you questioned in shocked.
"yes, but i don't know if you have time right now, so why don't i give you my number and you can call or text me whenever you want. we can get to each other better." he suggested.
you smiled and nodded. "okay." you said excited.
you handed him your phone and he started typing away. he gave it back and then said he will walk you to the elevator.
"i hope to see you soon, y/n." Harry said.
"yeah, also, thank you for almost killing me." you joked.
he laughed before he kissed your cheek. "did i kill you yet?"
you were left speechless. the doors opened and you walked in, not knowing what else to say. Harry scared the card and pressed the first floor. "bye, y/n."
"bye Harry." as the door closed, you started thing to yourself...
what the fuck just happened.
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