His Only Angel (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Four

The night of the first show was incredibly nerve-racking.

Harry seemed pretty calm, joking with the crew, warming up with the opener. He had made a point of introducing himself to as much of the venue staff that he could find. The ticket collectors, the security guards, the bartenders at the bar in the front of the venue. I caught him in his dressing room while the openers were on the stage. He was sitting in front of a large mirror, already dressed for the night in the navy pants and matching jacket. The shirt underneath was a light pink, practically white, buttoned halfway. I took a candid photo of him before stepping into the room.

"Are you nervous?"

"You know, not really. There's always a moment, right before a show, where I wonder if this will be the show that I realize I've already peaked. The one where I let the crowd sing and they don't quite know the words or the one where you start to notice the people in the back leaving after a couple of songs because it's not as good as they expected.

I haven't had a show like that yet, but someday I will. I'm not sure how I'll handle it when it happens, I just hope it isn't soon."

I nodded.

"I get that. But, I mean, if only one person came out and had the time of their life, wouldn't it be worth it?"

"I guess it would when you put it like that."

He smiled at me and stood up, pulling me into a light hug. I was still in his arms for a minute before I returned the hug. He pulled away, still smiling.

"I have to go get wired up. Are you going to watch from the wings?"

"Yeah, I'll be out there. Good luck."

He left the room and I stayed behind for a minute. I pulled my phone back out, posting the photo I had taken on Twitter. It was a good photo, he looked hot and confident.

I found a spot in one of the wings that I could watch from. It wasn't the best view, but I was able to see everything. I could see him from behind, the crowd out in front of him. They screamed along to his singing. I could see the band, the drummer, the pianist, the bass. I got to watch him without him being able to see me, for the first time I really got to see him work. He sounded good, I already knew that.

Back in New York, I had watched YouTube videos of him live, but this was somehow still so much better. I got to see the way he danced, the way he played guitar. I liked the way his body moved, it was so sensual. Looking out over the crowd, any of these girls would kill to be in my shoes.

If Harry asked them to come on tour with him they would give away all of their earthly possessions on a moment's notice.

I stayed in the wing for the entire show, trying to stay tucked away and out of the way of anyone trying to work. He was incredible. At the end of the show, he turned to walk off of the stage and caught me in the corner of his eye, nodding his head at me. I gave me a thumbs-up as he walked back to his dressing room. I still had work to do tonight. I needed to review the list of questions a talk show had prepared for us for H's interview tomorrow. Alex was very particular about what people asked H, especially on live shows. She wanted to make sure that there was a focus on his music and his career, less so on his social life. That was also her approach to the social media accounts. I can't say that I agree with her. He is not simply a business, he is a person that fans want to be able to connect with, they want to see that he is a person.

I caught a cab back to the hotel right after the show so that I could work from my room. I didn't want to stay at the venue, and besides, I would be more comfortable working from my bed. I kicked off my shoes, climbing into bed, and opening my computer. I opened the email forward of questions and started skimming through them, composing a new email with only the acceptable questions.