Harry Styles Imagines

The Concert.

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T.W. this imagine mentions self-harm, the talk of tiger stripes on your wrists, and an abusive mom, towards y/n and her brother.

and yeah, yeah you have a younger brother in this imagine, for the sake of the imagine just run with it.

P.S. this imagine is based on a very real dream that I had, that I remembered and I wrote out. so welcome to my brain I guess.

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(Y/N P.O.V)

Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God.

I can not believe I'm actually sitting here right now.

Front row at a Harry Styles concert.

I'm fine. On the outside, I'm cool, calm with a bit of excitement. On the inside I'm screaming. Holy fucking shit.

Me, being me got here about 3 hours early, just to bypass fan traffic, now I'm sitting in my seat front row on the left side of the stage 1 hour before showtime.

Being 22 has its perks, now that I have my own money I could actually go to his concert. It started with One Direction, I was a huge fan, but unfortunately my mum never took me to one of they're concerts, eventually when I found out Harry was going on his solo tour I thought this could be a redo, minus four others of course but oh well.

I still do have to be home by 12 or whenever the concert ends more or less. No I do not live at home but my little brother, Matty (short for Matthew) the age of 15 called me earlier and said that mum was going out again and that she's been really agressive these past few days, so I promised I'd come see him after the show and he was cool with it. Yes, my brother is 15 and is a little old for a babysitter, but that's not reason he's asking me over. One, it's because Matty and I are naturally really close dispite our age gap. Reason number two, protection. I know what my mother can do, she's done it to me and I do not want my brother living that way, unfortunately I can't be there all the time I have my own place and uni and a job, which not only pays for me but also small things that Matty might need too seeing as my mother won't get it, if I could I'd take my brother in and he could live with me, I would.

"Exscuse me, hello." A female voice draws out, breaking me from my thoughts. I look up to my left and see a girl with shoulder length brown hair and striking blue eyes, wearing a Harry's Styles t-shirt.

"I just sit on the other side of you and I kinda need to get over." She explains her interruption, I look down and sure enough my bag and my feet are blocking the path way between the front row and the barrier in front of the stage.

"Shit, sorry I was kind of in my own little world there." I explain, while frantically moving my bag and pushing my feet under the seat. Once the path was clear she made her way over to the seat next to me on my right.

"That alright we all have those moments-" She says taking her seat, and placing her bag at her feet."-Hi, I'm Rosa." She introduces and sticks out her hand as a greeting, which I gladly accept and introduce myself.

"I'm Y/N." I smile brightly at her and she smiles back.

"Is this your first concert?" She asks reaching into her bag and pulling out a water bottle.

"Um no. My first Harry Styles concert yes but not my first concert. You?" I return the question shifting my body a bit so this conversation will be a bit easier.

"My first Styles concert. Well sort of, I've seen him live before, but there were four other boys on stage." She tells me.

"Ahh see, no matter how much I begged my mom and saved up she never took me to a One Direction concert, so I figured now I don't have to ask mom, so hey why not." I shrug jokingly.