HARRY STYLES - IMAGINES

Like we like each other HS

There are people who just can't with each other. There seems to be no particular reason, no history, no previous disagreements whatsoever. Its just an instant trigger if they even breath next to each other.
And so were I and Harry. The first second we two saw each other, we had already sassed around. Both of us, massively. Not that there was a real reason for both of us to react that way, and with the other boys I got along perfectly. Niall had immediately mentioned how excited he was that I accompanied them on their MNM tour as their opening act, Louis had been equally friendly and Zayn had been quiet but kind. Liam had immediately offered me his help if it may would get a bit overwhelming with the fans, but I quickly learned that the fans were the least of my worries.
Harry seemed far worse, even though I had clearly pictured him as being a sweet guy. But the energy between the two of us just didn't seemed to fit. After that rough start and a few snide comments that had secretly taken me aback a bit, even at my own words, he then had started to call me Stitch. His explanation was, that I seemed to be the most annoying and destructive creature ever, much like the blue alien-thing from Lilo and Stitch. That of course had annoyed and irritated me more that anything and I have taken it very personal. Because how dare he even? Adding the fact that he completely ignored the fact that Stitch was an amazing and also sweet soul – when I mentioned that he simply replied that this seemed to be the only thing which didn't apply on me.
The rest of the boys had obviously immediately felt how the two of us didn't got along, heck everyone did. They (as in the boys) had quickly picked up the nickname Stitch to maybe tone down the bitter aftertaste that Harry gave it. And even though I really appreciated the gesture and when they called you that it didn't hurt at all, Harry was just different. It didn't matter how often he said it, it always had this hurtful edge he purposely added and it just sucked. Especially because I hadn't come up with an equal annoying nickname for him as well.
But since a brawl or even slight discord would probably harm both of our reputations and careers, management was adamant on putting up a fake show. On stage we seemed like friends, or more like we let the fans assume that us two were friends since we tended to ignore each other completely. That was until they told us that the fans started to get suspicious why the two of us never talked or smiled at each other, since I was basically always on stage, backing up their vocals and stuff. So for todays concert they had requested a little Harry moment with me, preferably during one of their songs, and I had almost vomited.

Zayn patted my shoulders softly, giving me a soft smile. He knew about my Harry-issue the best and the two of us had grown pretty close.
"You'll smash that Stitch!" he whispered encouraging and I returned his smile. "Thanks Zayn...I hope I will. Let's hope for the best..." and with that he stepped back and I gave him thumbs up. The platform on which I stood slowly lifted me from a hole through the floor about in the middle of the stage. The screaming of the massive crowd immediately pitched up and left me once again almost speechless.
The crowds of the boys were overwhelming and the fact that I could perform in front of them for about half an hour and quasi hype them up felt amazing. That I were allowed to stay on stage and mess around with them had more of a promoting and career-benefitting reason but I mostly enjoyed it anyways. Especially because the focus was not entirely on me, but on the five idiots on stage.

The spotlights made my outfit flash up in all the colours of the rainbow, making the long threads of beads look amazing. The outfit today was a bit daring, considering the fact that haters were keen on bragging about everything that happened during a One Direction concert. Recently including me, my vocals, my behaviour and especially my costumes. The fact that I was around five young men made the costume story even more heated, considering the fact that if it would show too much skin, the fans would get angry as well. The accusation that I could maybe try to seduce one of them into a relationship with me was heatedly discussed in the fandom and they seemed to forget that it always needed two people to fall in love. So even if I tried, it would have to be his decision to date me...or whatever. Which was complete bullshit of course, since the only boy I were like crazy close with was Zayn – and he was engaged with Perrie Edwards so this was a no.