British Rose

1. Welcome to LA

The Forum – LA - 3 hours before the final show

"Are you sure she will come? She hasn't said anything about really coming despite thanking me for the letter. And that was two weeks ago."

Harry has been walking around in circles in his dressing room for the last 20 minutes, while Niall had tried to calm him down.

"Yes Hazza, I'm sure. You said she wanted to see you again when you parted ways in Barcelona, and it's the weekend. What other occupations could be more intriguing than going to your final show?"

Harry checked his phone for the gazillionth time this day.

No new messages.

"You did all you could. Now it's up to her. I'm sure she will show up. You can't tell me though that it's your final show and you are only nervous about that?" Niall was at a loss. Normally he did a pretty good job at helping his best friend, but today was a different case. He started to wonder if that mysterious girl was more than the summer romance Harry had made it out to be when telling him about it.

Well, they were about to find out.

***

Charlotte hadn't even hesitated. After her nerves had calmed from opening the letter and seeing what it held, she went straight to checking her bank account and then booked a hotel in LA for four nights. Optimistic? Definitely. But what did she have to lose? She would go see Harry's show, the final show of his first solo tour, and if their connection was still there, would maybe spend some time together. If Barcelona had been a one-off, she would explore the city by herself and get a much needed break from her routine of work and university.

If their short-lived romance was worth anything, Harry had given her a spark of courage to take life in her own hands and be more brave, take more risks.

Her flight arrived at LAX three hours before the show. Charlotte took a taxi to her hotel, which she strategically picked for being almost in the middle between the venue and the city. It was equipped with all she needed for a city trip while not blowing up her budget completely.

A hotel in LA – 2 hours before the show

Charlotte had placed all the possible outfits on her bed. Frowning, she contemplated her choices. A flowy flower dress, jeans and a sparkling, slightly sheer top and the pants and lace top combination she had worn to their dinner date. How did that get there? She must have packed it unconsciously.

Let's go all out. Jeans and Sparkles it was. She hadn't worn this before, but it seemed the right choice for meeting an international rockstar. That's what he is today. And I'm a fan?

There was no time for overthinking this now, though. She had to get ready and get to the Forum to be in time for the door-opening.

The Forum – LA – 1 hour before the final show

Harry had already put on his outfit and tried to meditate some for a good 15 minutes now, but his pulse just wouldn't do him the favour of calming down.

The combination of the show being the end of his first solo tour and not knowing if Charlotte would be here drove him up the walls.

Outside The Forum – LA – 30 minutes before the final show

Because of traffic, Charlotte arrived at the venue only 30 minutes before Harry's show would start. But because of her AA-Pass, she passed security outside pretty quickly and entered the halls just in time to hear the last 3 songs of Kacey's set.

Her seat was in the VIP Boxes near the B-Stage, and the view she had over everything overwhelmed her for a short second.

She took a deep breath and took it all in. The people, the noise, the lights, the atmosphere. It was breathtaking. This is all for him.

Just when her gaze was towards the other side of the arena, she noticed people entering the box.

"Hi, um, sorry who are you?" A brunette lady sat down next to Charlotte with a questioning look on her face.

"Oh, sorry", Charlotte showed her her AA-Pass. "I'm Charlotte. Harry had sent me this a few weeks ago personally. Should I have checked in somewhere? I just assumed I could go straight to my seat." Suddenly, she was worried. Had she done something wrong? Was this not her place?

"Oh." The face of the other woman lit up. "So you're Charlotte. Nice to meet you. I'm Glenne, I'm Jeffrey's girlfriend, Harry's manager."

"Nice to meet you, too." Charlotte took the hand that was held out to her, relieved that nothing was wrong with her ticket.

"I assume you did not tell H you were coming? He has been tripping around his dressing room for I don't know how long, and now I bet it was not only because of the show."

"I wanted it to be a surprise and meet him afterwards, if possible. Wanted to see the show first."

"Well, you're in for a treat." Glenne relaxed back into her seat with a smile as the pause music started to play and the stage went dark to be set up for Harry.

The Forum – LA – After the final show

Charlotte had never seen anything like it before.

The arena was filled to the brim with energy and joy.

And Harry's performance blew her away even more.

She was speechless for a good 5 minutes after the show had ended and fans had started to leave.

A soft touch to her arm brought her back into reality.

"Wanna meet him now? He'll be in his dressing room in about 10 minutes from now, we can be there before him if we go now." Glenne looked at her with a knowing smirk on the lips. Yep, this girl had just experienced a Harry Styles concert. There was just nothing like it.

"Yeah, sure." Charlotte didn't even notice Glenne had took her hand and started to walk towards the backstage area.

All the people passing by were just a blur to Charlotte. She had trouble breathing and would possibly just fall down if Glenne wouldn't drag her gently through the hallways of the arena.

H's dressing room – The Forum - LA

Knocking once just to be sure, Glenne opened the door to Harry's dressing room upon receiving no answer.

"Just take a seat if you want, he will be here any minute now. I'm going to give you two some privacy. See you later, Charlotte, and pleasure to meet you!"

With a gentle hug, Glenne said goodbye to Charlotte and left, closing the door behind her.

Charlotte was left behind alone, with her heart somewhere on the floor, her mouth dry as a leaf in autumn and her hands uncomfortably sweaty and cold.

What did she get herself into?

She didn't have a split second to answer that question.

The door handle moved, and Charlotte jumped from her seat.

"Hey." A crooked grin on her face, she hoped he would not be mad.

H's dressing room – The Forum – LA

Of all the things he had expected to be in his dressing room after his final show, this was not one of them.

She was here. A weight the size of England dropped from his chest.

With two quick strokes, he was standing in front of her, mere centimeters separating them after a whole ocean had been between them for the last few weeks.

"Hi", he breathed out. "You came to LA."

"I did."