Meeting of fate | Larry Stylinson

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Looking in the mirror, Harry smiled brightly at himself. It's been months since he last put makeup on, and every time he does, he feels so pretty.

Dark pink lipstick, eyeshadow, bronzer. It's beautiful.

At one point in Harry's life, around his teenage years, he used to care about what others thought about him and the way he acted. Now, when he's in his twenties, he doesn't care about anyone's opinion.

The curly-haired boy knows there will always be people who will comment on the way he acts and dresses. They will tell him it's for girls and women, but it isn't. It's just fabric and makeup. It's for everyone.

With one last smile in the mirror, he walked out of the bathroom and opened the door to his daughter's room.

She was sat on the bed in her pajamas, reading a book she got for Christmas. Sophia looked up with her green eyes as she heard the door crack open, and the second she saw Harry, she ran towards him with her cute little legs. "Daddy!"

She hugged his legs tightly, pressing a sloppy kiss on his thigh. He crouched down so he was at the same level as her. "Good morning!" Harry kissed her cheek, and the little girl giggled and pressed a kiss to her father's face. "Guess what we're doing today?"

"We are seeing Louis!" She practically screamed as she ran around her room like crazy.

Harry chuckled and stood up, smiling at the girl. "That's right! So we gotta get you ready!"

Sophia slowed down and stood in front of Harry. She stared at him for a few quiet, awkward seconds, before she burst out laughing.

The curly-haired raised his eyebrows and looked at his daughter in shock. "What in the world are you laughing at?"

Sophia didn't answer, she just flopped down on the floor and cackled even harder. Harry stared at his daughter in pure shock, before he burst out laughing himself.

And there they were, a single father and a daughter, laughing like crazy on the floor together.

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The sound of Louis' voice blasted through his car speakers, blended with the sound of Sophia singing echoed off the sides of the car.

The green-eyed boy had a big smile plastered on his face, and he couldn't help but be overexcited. He was about to see Louis live. He, Harry Edward Styles, was about to see the most breathtaking, gorgeous man live. Wow.

It was honestly hard for Harry to take in. He ha sheen crushing on this guy since forever, honestly. And now, in just a few hours, he will see the man live. Right in front of his eyes.

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Twenty-five minutes later and they finally arrived at the arena. The queue was quite long, but he knew that it would go quite fast and they'd be inside the arena in zero time.

So he unbuckled himself and opened the door for Sophia. He expected her to jump out directly, begging him to stand in the line, but when he opened, he was met with the sight of Sophia sleeping.

He cooed and smiled softly, her pink lips were slightly open with puffs of warm breath leaving them. Harry unbuckled her, and carefully transferred her into her arms. She stirred a little but didn't wake up.

Walking over to the queue, he could see people staring at them. Either they were looking at him because of the way he was dressed, or because of the small creature in arms. Either way, he couldn't care any less about what they thought.

They were here to have fun and see Louis, not to listen to what other people think.

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They had to stand in the queue quite long, maybe for around one hour, but it felt like five minutes to Harry.

After standing in the line for ten minutes, he began talking to the girl in front of him. She had blue hair, and some makeup on. The woman also had loads of freckles on her face, which for some reason, Harry couldn't stop looking at.

She was nice, and Harry likes her. She was outgoing, and she seemed to always have a smile plastered on her red lips. The blue-haired woman, also named Ella, was really supportive of his clothes and makeup, which made Harry's heart warm. Ella was maybe one or two years younger than the father.

After they had been talking for thirty minutes, Sophia woke up and, thank fuck, because he couldn't feel his arms anymore.

When Ella first talked to Sophia, the little girl had shied away from her and had hidden behind Harry's legs. But after a few minutes she warmed up to her, and they clicked so fast. They were like long lost best friends, even though their age gap was huge.

They were let in the arena after another thirty minutes, and before the three separated they exchanged numbers with each other, and Harry and Sophia couldn't be happier that they had gotten themselves a new friend.

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Louis was about to enter the stage soon by the looks. A big black sheet with a smiley on it covered the stage, and they could hear his band making sure the instruments sound right.

Some random music was playing in the background, but Sophia and Harry couldn't care less. They just wanted Louis to enter the stage because let's be honest, everyone in the room is about to shit their pants from excitement.

Suddenly, the sheet dropped and Louis stood there on the stage. Screams of excitement and happiness filled the room, and Louis smiled wildly at everyone. The sound of Kill My Mind started playing, and suddenly the screams were ten times louder, which Harry thought was impossible. He's glad he bought a pair of earmuffs for Sophia.

Everyone in the arena was singing along to every single song, and Harry could see mum's and dads were singing as well who clearly had been forced to go here.

Before Harry knew, the concert was over and he had a sore throat and a tired Sophia. The concert was amazing.

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When they arrived at home, Sophia was fast asleep in his arms. He gently woke her up, and quickly brushed her teeth. The father tucked the daughter in her bed, and she was once again, fast asleep.

And that night, when Harry went to bed, he felt so so happy, because when he was in the arena, all he felt was love and support, and no one was judging him.

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NOTE: Damn, finally a new chapter! Sorry for keeping you waiting for so long! Oops