The Crosswalk Concert

Part 1

Harry Edward Styles.

The young boy from a little town in Holmes Chapel that won the X Factor and is now one of the best paid artists in the world.

He's a model, a singer, a songwriter and even got some experience in the field of acting.

All in all, Harry is the whole package. Everyone has heard of him.

The boy with the cute dimples and big heart, that gets all the women.

Well that's not exactly the truth since he's actually going into the other direction but no one but his team knows about it.

Why? Apparently it's not good for his image.

He has to go out with a few women here and there which quite annoys him sometimes but he's used to it.

He moved to LA after his rise of fame and that's exactly where he is now.

His manager called him up this morning to see his longtime friend and host of the famous 'LateLate' Show, James Corden.

He's getting into his black Range Rover as he dials James' number.

"Harry, good morning" James says.

"Good Morning James, I was wondering where we are meeting up today. At your office like usual?" Harry asks while he starts the car.

"No, not this time mate. We are going to meet at Sunset Blvd, at the crosswalk to be precise" James says, you can already hear the smile in his face.

"Can I ask why?" Harry asks.

"No Harold. You gotta make your way over hear and see for yourself. Trust me, this is gonna be legendary" James says before he hangs up.

Harry sighs before he starts driving to his destination. He's excited to see what James is up to this time, he has gotten Harry into some really weird situations before but it has always been fun.

As he arrives, he already sees a whole camera team, instruments and dancers waiting on the side of the street.

'Dancers? For what does he needs dancers now?' Harry asks himself as he parks his car.

He makes his way over to James who's already eagerly in talk with Ben Winston.

"Harry, there you are, finally" James says as he greets him with a hug.

"What is all of this for guys?" Harry asks with a frown.

"Okay, hold your breath this is going to be great. We are going to do a...drum rolls...Crosswalk Concert" James says with excitement while Ben claps his hands.

Harry just looks at them with a confused face. "What is a Crosswalk Concert?" Harry asks.

"Isn't this self explaining? A concert, that you are going to do, on this crosswalk" James says before he motions to the street behind him.

"Where's my Band though?" Harry asks, still uncertain. "You don't need your band, we have something way better. Dancers!" James says with excitement.

"I never use dancers" Harry says.

"There's always a first time for everything. Here, I'll introduce you to everyone before we start" James says before he puts an arm around Harry's back and leads him to the rest of the crew.

As Harry finished to shake everyone's hand, James is coming at him again with a bunch of pink flyers in his hands.

"First Harry, the two of us will hand out these flyers to the waiting cars at the red light okay" James says as he hands Harry a few of the flyers.

Harry looks at them with crooked eyebrows.

"My name is spelled wrong and what is this picture. Wait. James, this one is Justin Bieber" Harry says with a shocked expression.

"Yes, that's the funny thing about it. Let's start. We will already use the next red light" James says before they get close to the street and James motions to the camera man to turn it on.

As the red like turns on, Harry slowly makes his way through the waiting cars at the crosswalk, handing out some flyers to the waiting cars.

He is still uncertain about this whole idea but he decided to trust James and well here he is now, going over to the next car window which was already partly opened, a delicate hand hanging out of it with a cigarette between this fingers.

"Excuse me sir?" Harry asks, slowly approaching the window.

"Whut?" the man in the car responds with a strong British accent.

Harry would have lied if he said that a shiver didn't run down his spine at the drivers voice.

"I'd like to invite you to my crosswalk concert later this day" Harry says, not being able to see the entire face of the driver, since the sun is shining bright today.

Luckily, he leans his head out and Harry must admit that his breath is caught up in his lungs as he stares at the gorgeous boy in front of him, getting lost in his blue eyes.

The driver seems to be caught in a similar situation as he stares right back at him without breaking the eye contact.

A few seconds later he does realize their awkward situation as he coughs a little.

"Sorry, I-..you're just.." Harry starts to ramble, being embarrassed under the still intense stare of the boy in front of him.

"Haha calm down curly, it's alright. So who is the concert thing here for?" the boy asks as he takes one of Harry's flyers in his hand.

"Me" Harry says with a blush.

"So your name is Harry Styles I assume" the boy says with a slow nod.

"Yes. But my last name is spelt wrong on the flyer" Harry answers with rosy cheeks, what is this boy doing to him.

"Aha. But that's a pretty old picture then" the boy states as he looks Harry up and down.

'Maybe he should have worn better clothes today' Harry thinks.

"Yeah, James thought I'd be funny" Harry says with a smile.

"James? Is he your boyfriend?" the driver asks with raised eyebrows, a shine of jealousy in his voice which makes Harry's knees go weak.

" No no no! It's James Corden from the Late Late Show" Harry says in a hurry.

"Heard of that before yeah" the boy says as he eyes Harry up and down again which only darkens Harry's blush.

"Well curly, I'll have to get going now but I'm sure I'll come by later to see you sing because if you sing as good as you look, this will be the best concert I'll ever attend" the boy says, to which Harry responds with a dimpled grin.

As the boy starts the car, Harry yells "No wait. Could you at least tell me your name so I know who I have to look out for" Harry asks.

"It's Louis. Louis Tomlinson" Louis says with a smile as he starts the car.

"Louis" Harry whispers with a smile, loving the way that the name rolls of his tongue.

"See you later curly" he yells as he starts to drive away.

Maybe this was a success after all.