Nothing is more beautiful than the skyscrapers lit up during the night in New York City. The streets filled with cars owned by locals, and yellow transports with anticipated drivers. The hollering of street vendors and persistence of costume characters trying to get tourists to tip them for a picture.
It was amazing, nothing like I've ever experienced before. I don't know much about this city, and it is my first time here. I had never even left home before this. It was finally my time to be on my own and learn about different places and people. My mother always encouraged my attitude while my father frowned upon it. He never wanted me to grow up, I assumed it was because I was his only daughter.
The sounds of commotion ringing in may ears. The look of joy and curiosity on my face must have had passerby's on the street giving me weird looks. After all most people trying to get around already looked annoyed. I couldn't exactly blame them, this place was super crowded.
"Hey watch it!" I stumbled over the curb after almost being knocked right off of my feet. A hand caught my forearm and pulled me up before I could hit the ground. My breath caught up in my throat, my eyes closed from the impact I thought was coming. The skin rested on my arm was calloused, but warm. The heat radiating onto me gave me goosebumps.
I looked up to the stranger, and our eyes met. They were wide and searching for something. He pulled me up to my feet and helped me dust off my coat. His hands were big and firm. "There you are, you never know whats gonna happen on these streets. It can get a little crazy sometimes." He grinned looking around us. I giggled and followed his gaze. He was dressed up in some jeans and a white t shirt. He looked like a hipster met a skater.
"Thank you so much. I'm not used to this kind of thing," I nervously laughed. He was still searching, I could feel it. His eyes were intense not because of the color, but the emotion behind them. You can learn a lot about someone by their eyes. Some hold tragedies, while others hold happiness. "You're not from around here then," he assumed. I shook my head and tilted my head up towards the lit up screens. He looked down at his watch and mumbled words that were incoherent to me.
All of a sudden he seemed rushed. "Is everything alright?" He nodded and began to look all around as if he was looking for someone. Maybe he was on a date, or with a friend, maybe family.
"I've really got to be somewhere, and I haven't even asked you what your name was. I'm Harry." He picked up my hand from my side and gave it a small squeeze. The blush on my cheeks was surely no secret as I earned a smirk in return. His handsome features made me feel vulnerable. "Y/N."
In a small moment the weather completely changed. The rain fall had started. The one I forgot the weather man on tv spoke about that would start at seven in the evening. "Listen, theres this concert and if you're not busy maybe you want to come watch." I thought about it for a second. This was a complete stranger asking me to go somewhere with him late into the day. I could get lost easily, maybe even kidnapped. I had just met him yes, but I trusted him. I wasn't even really sure why that was.
I hesitated before squeezing his hand back. "I would love to." Harry grinned from ear to ear and pulled something out of his pocket. This man came up behind Harry and shaded up with an umbrella. I was confused as to who this was and generosity. Its not much of what I've seen here so far.
"Here's your ticket and my number. Text me when you get there okay, I've got to go. Don't be late!" Harry was practically running away at this point. "Harry wait! Where are you going?" He left me there shocked and now getting wet. He could've at least left me the umbrella. I ran under a tarp set up outside of a convenience store and took a look at the ticket. 'Harry Styles World Tour'
