Two Degrees of Separation

Chapter 1: And You Are...?

Author's Note: Am I the first to dive into a Harry Styles/Pentatonix Crossover? Will anyone even read this?  Do Harry Styles fans even know who Scott Hoying is? I have no answers for you, other than they certainly are missing out if they don't...

This came to mind back when Todrick Hall showed up at some awards show with Taylor Swift. Got the old brain wheels turning.  Please let me know if you like it, and if I should continue!  

Chapter 1: And You Are...?

Scott looked around the massive hall. He took a minute to admire the beautiful people around him, reveling in the fact that he was even allowed to be there. He leaned up against the bar, taking in the sight of his friends. Kirstie and Kevin were talking to Kelly Clarkson. Matt and Mitch were laughing with Justin Fucking Timberlake.

He was so very thankful in that moment as he looked around at all of the tuxedos and gowns. They had made it, again. Their fourth Grammy nod was now in the books. It was surreal. He didn't even care if they won tomorrow (Though it would be incredible to go four-for-four). He just hoped to God that he was blending in at this pre-party as much as his friends clearly were.

He stopped at that thought. He must have looked crazy, propped up against the bar by himself, staring at people. He shook the warm feeling away as the bar tender asked for his drink order. He ordered with a friendly smile and returned to looking around the room.

Just when he thought the moment was absolutely perfect, she walked in.

Taylor Swift glided through the door like she was the guest of honor. Her dress was bigger than her entourage, and that was saying something.

Scott had no problem with Taylor, at all. In fact, they had met several times now. She was nothing but nice to him, albeit a bit rigid.

It was the person by her side that made Scott want to hide behind the bar.

Todrick Hall looked as much like this party was meant for him as Taylor did. Scott scoffed to himself at that thought. He would love to know if a single person in here even knew Tod's name. Todrick's grin as he attempted to make eye contact with everyone in the room made Scott nauseous. His eyes narrowed at his ex-friend.

"My thoughts exactly," a low, British accent said, sounding like velvet. Scott's head snapped to the right, making eye contact with the most beautiful green eyes he had ever seen. Scott's heart stopped. He had to recover from the fact that he was clearly stunned.

"I'm sorry?" Scott asked, crinkling his nose. "I know Harry Styles can't be talking to me," Scott looked over his shoulder, dramatically checking for anyone behind him. Harry laughed. Scott died a little.

"He is, though," Harry said, taking a few steps closer, leaning against the bar next to Scott, whiskey in hand. "I saw you... admiring... Taylor."

"Oh, no... no I wasn't." Scott said, raising his hands in defeat, slightly panicked. He wasn't sure if Harry and Taylor were working on rekindling something, and he certainly didn't want Harry to think he was interested in her. Can you imagine getting in a fist fight with Harry Styles? And over a woman?

Harry laughed again. Oh, God. Was Harry crazy? Scott had never heard anything of the sort. He was told Harry was one of the most down-to-earth singers in the industry, in fact.

Of course, Scott would find a way to piss off someone like that.

"You look terrified, you poor thing. I was just kidding. I saw you look at Taylor's group roll in and you looked like you wanted to fight them. They can be a bit much, so I feel your pain." Scott tried to focus on Harry's words as he spoke, but he couldn't stop thinking about how his voice literally sounded like honey. How something can sound like a silent object, Scott couldn't tell you, but he could listen to it all night.