Little did I know that night with Harry would change my whole life upside down. If only I could remember what happened...
*HARRY STYLES FANFIC* (With a bit of Niall Horan too)
Set right before the release of Harry's album Fine Line.
I'm back with Helena when the first concert starts. We're both sitting on a sofa, watching the show on a screen. As I hear the music start, I feel like I can finally breathe again. We made it. Nothing's gone wrong. Phew.
Many different artists go on stage, but I particularly enjoy Niall Horan. There's definitely something with these One Direction guys. He's so cute, and he seems such a genuinely nice person.
Taylor Swift follows Niall and I notice they followed my advice when designing the dancers' clothes. I smile to myself and feel a little burst of self-confidence. That's what I should be doing, not being anyone's assistant.
Finally, Harry's show starts. He's changed his clothes since the last time I saw him. Now he's wearing a sparkly suit and a black shirt buttoned only halfway so his chest is showing.
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I feel my body shiver as he starts singing. Wow, he's got such a powerful voice and he sounds really good live.
Harry looks so good tonight it should be illegal. How does he manage to pull off every single outfit in the world? I feel a thousand butterflies in my stomach as Sign of the Times starts playing. I would literally give anything right now to relive that first night we spent together.
However, watching him as I sit next to Helena makes me feel very weird. She's got that 'I want 30 babies from that man' look, and it makes me very uncomfortable.
He sings Lights Up and a few other songs. It looks like he really enjoys being on stage, constantly dancing and jumping around. He's got such charisma and he projects so much energy and good vibes that I don't find it difficult to understand why his fans are so crazy for him.
As his final song starts playing, Helena lets out a scream and starts clapping her hands like a seal.
"I was hoping he'd sing this.", she adds, jumping from excitement.
"Is that one of his songs?"
Helena looks at me as if I'd just killed somebody, and as Harry starts singing I realise why.
"Oh, it's that song from One Direction, right?", I say.
Helena raises both eyebrows and sighs, "It's not just 'that song'. It's What Makes You Beautiful!!"
Helena starts singing along and just as her voice enters my brain I consider killing myself. Is she really going to scream the lyrics?
Well, apparently she is.
The song is actually really good, and Harry gives it a very interesting spin. But Jesus, Helena's screams are giving me a headache.
I wait patiently until the chorus ends and then I stand up.
"I'll be back in a bit.", I say.
Helena ignores me and continues singing. I walk out of the room and the silence hits me like the first bite of a just-made chocolate brownie. Oh my god, I can't stand that woman.
I walk down the corridor, feeling like I'm walking through heaven. Suddenly, a door slams open, hitting me in the face.
"What the..."
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. Are you alright?",
I take my hand to my forehead and feel a bump starting to grow.
"Yeah, I'm ok."
The woman who just opened the door looks relieved.
"Here, put some ice on that.", she offers, and goes back into the dressing room she just came out of. I look at the poster on the side and read the name 'Ed Sheeran'. Whoa, is he in there? "Come in, please.", the woman continues.
I obey, and step inside the dressing room. There are about five people in there, but one catches my attention. His ginger hair shines from the other side of the room, as he looks up to greet me.
"Hi.", I say, waving my hand awkwardly, as I feel all eyes set on me.
"I just hit her in the face.", the woman explains to the room.
"I'm ok, really.", I try, but the woman still hands me two ice cubes wrapped in a piece of cloth.
"I'm Cherry.", she smiles. She seems to be a very nice woman.
"Layla.", I say, and shake her hand. "I'm assistant to the coordinator. I was just escaping from one of my colleague's singing."
Ed Sheeran starts laughing.
"Was it that bad?", he asks.
"Oh, you can't imagine.", I answer, also laughing.
"I'm Ed by the way.", he says, standing up and offering me his hand.
"I know. Hi. I'm a big fan.", I say, shaking it.
They all turn back towards the screen on their wall, where Harry can be seen ending his song.
"What do you think?", Cherry asks me, "Are you a fan?"
"Yeah, I think he did great. Do you guys know him?"
"Yeah, of course.", answers Ed, "I wrote a couple of songs for them."
"Really? I didn't know that."
"Yeah, Little Things for example."
"Oh.", I say. I smile and hope they don't ask me anything else about it. I'm sure I must have heard it but right now I can't recall it.
"He's a great guy, Harry.", Ed continues. I shrug and nod. I'd rather not talk about him, so I think of something else to say.
"When are you on?"
"I'm the last act, so in about 40 minutes."
"Cool."
"Will you stay until the end?"
"Well, I kind of have to stay. I'm working, theoretically.", Ed notices me rolling my eyes and looks intrigued, so I clarify "Although it's not like I've got much to do. You know that expression 'nothing is impossible'? Well, I've literally been doing nothing all day."
Both Ed and Cherry look at me with surprise and laugh.
"I like you.", Ed smiles, "You know what? Why don't you come tonight? We're all heading to a party after this."
"Oh, I'm not sure..."
"Yes! You should definitely come!", adds Cherry, "It's going to be a very chill party, don't worry. And all of us will be there."
All of us. Is that ALL all of us? As in ALL INCLUDING HARRY STYLES all of us?
"I'll see what I can do.", I answer, and place the ice on my forehead.
