Harry Styles Preferences xo

How You Meet.

I wipe my eyes as I try desperately try to escape the venue, where I was so happy two hours ago. I struggle through the heavy doors but as soon as I'm free, I feel my knees and hands hit the ground and the tears are free to fall, and my lungs are free to burn.
I was stranded in a parking lot, with no phone and no purse, thanks to the thief who took advantage of my desire to have a good time and not cling to my phone every second of the concert.

I had been crying in the bathroom for a while now and by now, just about everyone had gone, even people who stayed behind to hopefully meet him. This meant, my sobs were just echoing through the parking lot. Part of me feels so much shame; I'm 20 years old, I'm supposed to be responsible, but it's so late, I don't know how to get home, and I'm just so scared.

I cry for a few more minutes before I hear a familiar but unidentifiable voice.
"Hey, are you alright?" The voice asks.
I don't look up, I just nod, not wanting this person to see my disgusting tear stained face.
"Love, what's wrong? You obviously aren't alright and I'm not leaving you here."
I wipe my eyes, take a deep breath and look up to the face of an angel. Harry Styles.
The tears threaten to return but I grip my fist and bite my lip, trying to stay strong.

"My purse and my phone got stolen and I live ages away and have no way to get home. I'm so scared." My voice shakes, and I shiver, no knowing if I'm cold or it's just the anxiety.

"Aw, love. Let me take you home." He says, kneeling down beside me.
"Y-You don't need to do that." I say. "You probably need to get going."
"What your name?"
"(Y/N)".
"Well, (Y/N), I said I wasn't leaving you here, so I will carry you if I have to."
I sit there silent for a second, wiping small tears away.
"Okay." I say eventually, standing up.

He holds his hand out to me to take and I do, hesitantly admittedly.
"I'm so sorry." I say, quietly as we step onto the bus.
"It's okay. Give me your address and I'll tell the driver."

I give him my address, and sit down on the Little the bus couch. As we start to drive o feel my eyes get heavy and I quickly fall asleep.

The next morning I wake up in my own bed, confused. My roommate is standing in the doorway, raising an eyebrow and smirking at me.

"When you said you were going to see Harry Styles yesterday, I didn't think it meant he was taking you home." She says.

"It's a long story." I say, rubbing my eyes.
"Well, I have plenty of time." She replies.

I stand up and follow her out to the kitchen, pouring myself a tea.

"He left you a note." She says, placing a piece of paper on the table next to me. I open it up and read it.

(Y/N),

I hope you slept well. Please let me know if you get your things back, I would love to hear from you again. Call me on ********** .
- H
P.S. you are very beautiful, even when you cry.
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Hope you like it xo