Chances || H.S.

14 | You Look, Happy

Easton:

Harry did call me last night, but we only got to talk for about 20 minutes. I had a night shoot tonight where I had to be on standby in the trailer until about 4 a.m. or until the director called it for the night. Being a makeup artist for musicians and actors is honestly a lot of fun, but it means weird hours and an inconsistent schedule. Last night was a music video for a new and upcoming artist who I had never heard of before but she was sweet and made my job super easy.

Falling asleep on FaceTime with Harry two nights ago was the most vulnerable thing I have done in a long time, and I'm not too sure where the confidence came from for me to ask if he wanted to do that.

He called me just before I was supposed to start makeup on Gabby, and thankfully I was in the trailer alone getting everything set up. I wouldn't have known what to do if he had called my phone when people were in here with me. It's like I crave talking to him, which makes me feel pathetic because we have only known each other for just over a week now. But there's something about him that seems to keep me hanging on his every word.

I really can't believe that I approached him the way that I did at the bar. But I was on an adrenaline rush and I know myself. I would have kicked myself for the rest of my life for not saying at least something to him. But the look in his eyes made him look so lost that I wanted to help him forget whatever he was thinking about.

Never would I have guessed that I would have taken him home and then it turn into what it has turned into.

When he called me I could tell he was so exhausted. He had just gotten off stage and he said that he couldn't wait to talk to me. I tried to ignore the butterflies that hearing his confession gave me, but I gave up. Everything he does makes me feel like a giddy school girl.

Part of me forgets that he is Harry Styles. Because when I am with him or even when we just talk on the phone, he seems so normal and down to earth. He's quiet and observant, which makes me feel nervous, but in a good way.

The other half of me is very aware that he is Harry Styles. I don't understand why out of all people he is choosing to want to talk to me after his show, or why he is so okay with falling asleep on FaceTime with me. We barely know each other. But I wonder if he feels this same connection that I feel. I can't explain it really. It's like there's something that pulled me to him when I saw him in the bar, something that told me to help him.

When I saw his name pop up on my phone, my heart fluttered. It's not that I thought he wouldn't want to call, it's that I thought he would get busy and that other things would take his attention. But when I answered and he was out of breath, clearly I was wrong.

"Hello?"

"Easton, hi," he breathed out. He sounds like he ran a marathon.

"Honey, catch your breath," I say, laughing at him. I picture him in his dressing room slumped in a chair, sweat dripping off of him.

I hear his breathing slow down before he speaks.

"What a show!" he finally speaks once he has relaxed enough.

I tell him that I did manage to watch some of it via the link he randomly sent me earlier this afternoon. It was a live stream link that he explained is for his friends and family who can't be at the shows in case they want to watch.

"I saw. You looked good up there." I can imagine the smirk that he has on his face when he replies to me.

"Oh yeah?"

"Shut up, I'm not going to boost your ego."

"Ouch, that hurts." I hear him huff on the other end of the phone.