Harry Styles Imagines

back for you*

Description- in which Harry goes to a party over your big solo performance, and then realises he's made a big mistake. (panic attack)

You walked out of your performing-arts school with the happiest of smiles, on your face. You had just found out today that you had been given the big solo performance in your end of year show. Each year, someone gets chosen to sing at the end of the night to close the show. It was a huge deal. A massive theatre was normally hired out, allowing a couple thousand people to fill the seats. You'd waited 6 years for it to be you, to sing the finalé, so it was quite a big deal to you.

There would also be big record labels and producers sitting in the audience to listen, and select people they believe have something special. You'd always dreamt that you would be one of the chosen ones, but every year, without fail, it gets given to someone bigger and better than you. This year you were determined to show them what you're made of.

As the special performer you were allowed 3 guests, free of charge, to come and watch you perform. The tickets, otherwise were £70 each - it was such a prestigious event. Obviously your mum and dad would fill two, and then your boyfriend Harry.

You and Harry had been together ever since you'd joined performing school. Harry had already been here for about 3 years before you'd started, and so he already had a head start to his career; unlike you. Waitressing at Nandos was alright, but it certainly was not the dream.

Harry had got signed by a record company, one year, and has been climbing the high-life ever since. It's been years since he was involved with your performing school. You weren't surprised he'd been selected, and were overly happy for him.

It wasn't until 6 months before he left to go on his first world tour, that he'd asked you out. He told you he loved you the day he left for L.A., to start his new life. Since then, he's become a teenage heartthrob, globally, for millions of people.

Harry visits every month or so, but it's really hard being away from the person you want to be with the most. He was home now, and with my big performance being in the time window of him being here you knew you had to ask him to come along. You suffer from stage anxiety, which is ironic, but Harry always knows how to help and make it stop and go away. So him being there was really important to you. You decided to call him to tell him the great news.

You sat down on a park bench, just a walk away from your performing-arts studio. After a few rings, Harry picked up.

"Hello? You alright?" He asks. Hearing his voice was calming enough.

"Hiya Haz! Yeah I'm more than alright..." You reply, leaving him to question why.

" Why? What's happened?! " Sounding more panicked than excited.

"Guess who got given the big solo performance this year?" You couldn't help but put on a big grin as you talked.

"No way! Omg baby, really?!! AAAAAHHH! " Harry was screaming, and then, all of a sudden, you could hear a big bang on the end of the line.

"Haz? You okay?" Worried as to what had just happened.

" Yeah I'm fine. Just fell of my chair! " He said, so casually. "I'm so proud of you, my love. I knew you could do it. You deserve it so much." He sniffled. Harry never gets upset like this. Yes, he shed a few tears every now and then but he hated to cry in front of you. He thought it made him less of a man. You couldn't care less though. Fuck toxic masculinity.

" Aww baby are you crying! " You tease him.

"No, no! Well...maybe.. My bum hurts from falling off the chair I guess?" You and him knowing exactly why he was all emotional.