Harry Styles Imagines

(18) - met gala 2019

met gala 2019 part 1

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"It's a little too tight- Ouch! Right there.", a stylist adjusted the sheer material around Harry's arm.
He quickly smiled as the material started feeling loose around his arm.

"Thank you.", the man thanked her, the woman looked up and smiled.

"You look amazing.", Alessandro complimented Harry - who immediately started blushing - as soon as he stepped inside the dressing room.

"What else is missing?", the man dressed in a bright pink suit asked the other stylist, who was checking the details on the tablet.
"The hair needs to be brushed quickly, Laura can do that and Barry needs to find the boots.", Harry looked at the man.

"And the earring?"
"Right. We thought that it'd be more appropriate if you wore the pearly tear.", Sven laughed and Harry nodded as a chuckle escaped his lips.

"And the white shirt for the party. We have something else in case anything breaks down.", the middle aged man nodded and ticked it off on the tablet.

Harry's gaze moved to Barry, who brought the boots he was going to wear.

"Red, pink or black ribbon for the white shirt?", he lifted up the three ribbons and Harry quickly thought, before pointing towards the red one.

"The nails?"
"Yes.", Sven checked his nails.
"The rings, Alessandro?"
"All seven.", the man responded and Harry took a deep breath.

"It's all going to be alright, sweetheart.", Dove, another woman that helped him get ready for the Met Gala, said. She acted like his mum, always wanting to know if he ate or not.

"You did eat and drink, right?", Harry nodded at her and smiled.
"Go to Laura, love. She'll help you with your messy curls and earring.", the man hugged her, thanking her for the help she provided.

"Put the boots, Harry."
"No- Harry needs his hair to be done."
"The earring for goodness' sake."
"We're missing one damn ring-"

"Guys... I-I think that we still have a lot of time to do everything in order-", the room went quiet again as the curly haired man spoke, yet broke into noises once again.

"We thought that he needed some makeup to be done. And the white shirt is not even ready, yet! I can't believe it-", tears started forming in Harry's eyes as anxiety filled his chest.

"Follow me.", Alessandro wrapped an arm around his shoulder as they ignored the stylists' words and quickly entered another room.

"We'll get ready here, at your own pace. We don't need to be done in two minutes. And if we get there late, at least it'll be fashionably.", Harry laughed and wiped his tears away, as Alessandro patted him on the shoulder.

"I also have to get ready, but don't worry I'll leave you in good hands.", Harry sat down on the chair that stood in front of a huge mirror.
"Please come in. Ciao.", Alessandro welcomed in a young woman and kissed both of her cheeks.

"This is Olivia, Harry and she'll help you get ready for today.", he smiled and waved at him.
"See you later.", Olivia stood in front of the closed door, and a small smile appeared on her lips. The woman let the clothes and boots on the floor and approached the tall man.

"I'm Harry.", Harry stood up and extended out his hand.
The woman took it and instantly, warmth spread in their bodies.
"Olivia.", both exchanged smiles and Harry sat down again.