What Are The Odds- Harry Styles Fanfic

Chapter 6

Brooklyn POV

“Harry! Come back here” Lou Teasdale called. Harry groaned, gave me a warm smile and walked back to his stylist. 

“You are totally in love with him don’t deny it” I heard in my ear. I turned around to see Niall, Liam and Zayn behind me. 

“What, no!” I said, a little too defensive. They raised an eyebrow, letting me know that I’m a horrible liar. “Guys, come on, can’t a girl and guy be friends without getting harassed that they have something going on.”


“Of course, but when they act like that, no” Zayn said, doing some weird motions to signal between Harry and I. 

“Whatever, I’m not talking about this!” 

“The first step is denial” Liam said, as I walked to Bailey. I rolled my eyes flashing him the finger, being welcomed by a chorus of ooooooohs! 

“Hellooooo!” My sister sung, barely looking up from her iPhone.

“Shall we take our seats?” I asked. She nodded. “Guys, good luck!” I called 

“Yeah, break a leg!” Bailey said, taking a break from her social media. 

“Wait, Brook you left your VIP pass in my room, wanna get it so you can come back after!” Harry said. I looked at him weirdly, but then caught on. 

“Bails I’ll meet you out their?” I called before walking into Harry’s dressing room at MSG. This was like their 4th time playing here, so of course it was a big deal but they were comfortable on that stage. 

“You weren’t gonna leave without a good luck smooch?” Harry asked closing the door. 

“Well I was debating, but” I said, before his lips hit mine. “Good luck” I said against his lips. 

“Thanks” 

After that, I thought of what Liam Zayn and Niall said like 5 minutes ago. “You are totally in love with him.” Was I? I mean my feelings were strong, very strong. But love? I don’t know. I was welcomed by his lips again on mine. It felt incredible, like always, but the way my lips tingled while they moved with his, the way my body relaxed while his hands traveled down my arms and tightly around my waist, and his smell that was absolutely incredible. I knew that I loved this boy. So much. 

I love him.

I love Harry.

“I love you” I blurted out, after our lips parted and our foreheads met. His eyes traveled to mine and we stared at each other for what felt like forever. I waited for him to say it back or let it go. I mean we’ve been dating for 2 weeks, so maybe it was a little early to have these feelings, but whatever, I said it, I meant it and if he doesn’t feel the same then I just look like a fool. Instead his lips smashed onto mine. 

“I love you too Brook, so much” He said. I giggled placing a kiss on his lips once more. 

“Good luck Harry” I said leaving his dressing room. “By guys, good luck!” I said, kissing them all on the cheek before finding my sister in the audience. We had dead center, front row seats. When I found them, she gave me an eye. 

“WHAT?” I shouted over the music that engulfed the room. She shook her head before returning to her phone. I think she might be worse than me, however I did take my seat, kicked my feet up on the platform that stood in front of me and tweeted. 

So excited to see them perform! YAY! Good luck boys! 

I’m not sure if people knew about my being related to Louis Tomlinson, of course there were pictures but, still.