Harry POV
When we got out on stage, I scanned the crowd in search of Lexi.
Unfortunately, I had no idea what she looked like.
The only thing I knew was that she wasn't a fan, so she wouldn't be screaming.
But as I looked at each girl, they all screamed and cheered.
One of them didn't scream at first... I thought that maybe it could be her. But she began screaming as we sang Midnight Memories.
Frowning, I went on with the show.
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We were on the last song of the night, and meeting Lexi was fast approaching. I made a split second decision, one I knew management wouldn't like
"This song is dedicated to someone very special to me. I hope you figure out who you are."
Then we began to sing What Makes You Beautiful.
It's one of our oldest songs, but somehow I knew she would like it.
I hope.
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You're insecure
Don't know what for
You're turning heads when you walk through the do-o-or
I really just wanted her to like it.
I had to make her love it.
As I sang, I looked through the crowd. The one girl who was a maybe-Lexi had stopped screaming. Her head was cocked to the side.
For s second, I thought maybe it was Lexi, and she'd figured it out.
But then I followed her eyes. She was watching Zayn attentively, and he winked at her.
I prayed this girl wasn't Lexi, but something told me she was.
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Texting Styles / hs
Fanfiction"You're Harry Styles." "Hahaha no. I'm Alfie." °°° Lexi Barnes is sixteen, and if you could sum her up in one word, it would be "normal." Harry Styles is eighteen, and everyone thinks he's a womanizer. One text message will change all of that. ‼️WA...
