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.
Emma and Liam don't spend more than a few seconds away from each other, so I'm forced to do my own thing. I meet all of Harry's close friends, and immediately get along with all of them, especially Louis.
There must be something in these One Direction guys because there's not a single one of them I don't like. Louis seems to be such a nice person, and because I sit next to him for most of the time, I get to know him a little bit. He's always got something funny to say or do, and makes me laugh like I've haven't laughed in a long time.
Harry arrived about an hour later than us, looking extremely tired. He seemed very surprised when he saw me there, although he hasn't really talked to me. I don't blame him, though. He probably just feels like being left alone.
When he walks away from everyone to ask for a drink, I take advantage and go talk to him.
"You did great before.", I say, and he turns his head slightly to one side to look at me and smiles innocently.
"Thank you. I'm happy you liked it. It was so weird, though."
"Why?"
"The album has only been out for 24 hours, yet they all knew the lyrics. It's such an amazing feeling when you release a song you're not sure people are going to like and they just support you no matter what. My fans are the best and I don't deserve them."
"Yes, you do. You totally deserve every single one."
Harry smiles again, takes me between his arms and kisses my forehead.
"I'm so glad you came tonight.", he whispers.
"I'm so glad you're glad I came tonight.", I joke, and he laughs, still not letting go of me.
"I could do with a little quiet right now, you want to come?"
"Sure."
His hand goes from my shoulder to my lower back, as he lets go of me, and starts walking. Then, he takes my hand and squeezes it softly.
I feel so comfortable next to him, like we could do literally anything together and I would still enjoy it.
I stare at him as he takes me up the stairs. He looks so handsome and hot with his shiny hair and his slightly grown beard. How could I ever turn him down?
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Once upstairs, he pulls me through a corridor and I wonder where he is taking me, although, at this point, I don't even care. He finally opens a glass door and we walk into a terrace.
It's not a cold night, even though it's December, but I shiver as the wind blows.
"Here, have my coat.", he offers, taking it off.
"Don't worry.", I try.
"Please, I insist. I was going to take it off anyway."
I take it and put it on. It's warm and fluffy, and it smells of him. I think I want to marry this coat.
