200 drabble challenge

first meeting

harry was nervous.

actually, scratch that, harry was fucking nervous. he's about to sing in front of a lot of people, and yes he has probably done that for weddings and school shows but this is different, simon cowell will be there. simon could literally crush him into pieces with words, so instead of making himself more paranoid with how will simon cowell act, he chooses to run a quick trip to the loo and practice his song. and wee.

he hums isn't she lovely on the way and when he realizes no one is in the stalls, he closes his eyes and practices a few lines. when he's done he looks at himself in the mirror and nods, satisfied.

harry walks to the urinals and unzips his fly, looking at the wall as he does his thing. the second he starts, a guy walks in and takes the spot right next to him. harry hears a zipper unzipping and tries to focus on the wall in front of him and why the hell is he taking so long to pee. 

he looks down and the heavens decided this would be the right time for his hand to twitch and, shit. he pissed on the guy beside him.

after a beat of silence, he sheepishly speaks out. "oops." he says, blushing. "sorry." 

"uh, hi." the guy beside him speaks up. "it's, alright? i guess."

harry then looks at the guys and oh shit, alright, the guy is cute. and his fringe is currently resting on his eyelashes and all harry wants to do is to move that fringe away to see this guy's eyes.

"i'm harry." he clears his throat. "harry. styles."

the guy nods slowly. "and i'm louis tomlinson. i'd shake your hand but, our hands are occupied."

harry seems to snap out of whatever reverie his in and quickly tucks himself and zips his pants. together, they walk to the sink and wash hands.

"i heard you sing, by the way. you've got a great voice." louis smiles at him through the mirror. "you'd be a proper pop star, one day."

harry blushes once again. "thanks?" he says, fighting off a grin. "i'm pretty sure you're good too. i hope we get in."

louis rolls his eyes. "oh shut up, you don't have to feel obligated to return the compliment." he pauses. "hey, do you think we could take a picture together so that once you're as big as justin bieber i can brag to my mates that i have a picture with harry styles?"

"um." harry blinks. "sure?" he says, chuckling unsurely.

"great!" louis beams, taking out his phone and opening the camera app. he puts an arm around harry's shoulder and stretches his arms as far as he could. 

harry hears the fake shutter sound of the phone and they stay in that position for about five seconds 'till louis brings his hand down. they take a look at the outcome and when they've decided it was good enough, louis pockets his phone.

there's a distinct female voice calling out harry's name and harry can feel the bile rising out his throat. "i gotta go." he forces out.

louis must've sensed his nervousness and he patted his back and said: "you're gonna do fine, hm? you're gonna make it through. don't worry!"

"thank you." harry whispers. "thanks. i'll see you, okay? you'll get through, too. i know that."

louis chuckles and nods. "stop talking to me and go! good luck!"

harry nods and rushes out of the room, adrenaline courses through his veins and before he knows it, he's on the stage, belting out isn't she lovely.

and if throughout the song he thinks about louis, well no one would find out.

a/n: A LOT OF INACCURACIES I KNOW but hey thats the beauty of an au! first day of the challenge and i'm on a roll. to be honest i was going to write their meeting in the script concert but....

anyways! the song has nothing to do with the story but i like the song.

c u tomorrow