A Rockstar For Christmas

8

Christmas Eve

You opened the door. Harry was standing there, in a beanie and his long blue coat, looking gorgeous as always with a crooked smile on his face.

"Hey!", he simply said.

You just stared. This wasn't happening. Things like this didn't happen. Harry Edward Styles was NOT standing outside your door, looking like a lost puppy. Nope. Not possible.

Instead of answering you just closed the door. You couldn't deal with this now... or ever.

You heard Harry make a surprised sound. Then there was a polite knock on your door. You leaned your forehead against it. Thoughts were running through your mind; your heart was still in your throat from thinking you had been followed. It was all too much.

"Y/N, I know this isn't what you were expecting and probably definitely not what you were hoping, but I thought we could talk...'cause, you see, I kind of want to be with you. And this isn't at all about... him or the rivalry. This is about me getting to know a wonderful woman over the past few days and, well, falling for her. I don't believe you don't feel the same way, because I know how you acted. We almost kissed that night. And if you're truly messed-up, that's fine. I'm not perfect either. We'll work it out, together. At least that's what I was hoping." You heard him inhale deeply. "I can't believe I'm telling all of this to your door – and some nosy neighbours – especially since you're probably not even listening. Still I had to say it, but I guess you don't want to hear it, which is fine. I'll just go."

Your heart ached, your fingers clutched around the doorknob, itching to turn it. If you opened this door now, there would be no going back. You would have to listen to him, talk to him, argue with him. The end of every RomCom ever played before your inner eye: The girl running into the arms of her beloved, cheesy words being said, a passionate kiss as the camera tilted up or the screen just turned black to some romantic music. It wasn't bad, you loved RomComs, but life wasn't one and what happened after the Fade Out was actually the hard part, but they didn't show that, of course.

You heard his footsteps fading, going down the stairs. You bit your lip.

What were you supposed to do? You thought of the Harry you had been a fan of for so many years and the Harry you had met in Cheshire. They weren't all that different; the Cheshire one just seemed more real, more reachable, especially when he was walking down the stairs in your building. And suddenly, where there had been a million voices of an entire fandom screaming at you to not let him go, now there was only the voice of the girl you got to be when you were with him firmly telling you to follow him.

The knob turned in your hand and, before you could think about it more, you were running down the stairs, taking two at a time, almost falling. In front of your building you stopped for a moment to look around, find him. There he was, not far away, walking towards a car, his head hung low.

"Harry!", you called.

He turned, his eyes going wide when he saw you.

Slowly you walked toward each other, stopping about two steps apart.

"You followed me.", he sounded genuinely surprised.

You shrugged. "Yeah, well, I heard what you said and I needed a moment, but now we're on the same page."

He frowned. "Meaning?"

You rolled your eyes with a sigh. "Do you really need me to say it?"

His lips twitched, trying hard to keep from grinning. He nodded.

You groaned, then said with great annoyance: "Fine! Harry, I am also falling for you."