⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ coachella weekend 1, 2022
a/n: i have had nothing to do all day so this is kinda long but i really cannot tell whether i like it or not but i am delirious on pain meds and antihistamines apparently so yeah. its coachella and honestly i just miss harrychella. yeah okay lmk if i should take this down please i really cannot tell. also, i have an anon request in my inbox and whoever you are i really hope you see this ml coz im gonna do it tomorrow when im more alive. its just coz its a request and i want it to be upto par, so it will be up tomorrow i promise!!
backstage is loud, but not in the same way as the crowd. it’s controlled chaos. people moving quickly, voices overlapping, last minute checks being shouted across the space.
he’s calmer than you expected.
not nervous, not really. just focused.
pacing a little, rolling his shoulders, shaking out his hands like he’s trying to get rid of the last bit of stillness before he goes on.
you’re stood off to the side at first, not wanting to get in the way, but he spots you almost immediately.
“there you are.” like he’s been looking for you specifically.
he walks over without thinking twice, hands going straight to your waist, pulling you in just slightly.
not too much, just enough to feel close for a second.
it’s quick, quiet, but genuine. like he needs to hear it from you before anything starts.
you nod, smiling. "you're gonna be insane out there,"
he huff sout a small laugh, shaking his head. “yeah? hope so.”
but there’s a grin pulling at his mouth anyway.
someone calls his name from across the room, something about two minutes, and you feel the shift instantly.
not nerves. just that switch flipping.
he looks back at you, softer for a second. “are you watching from here or you goin’ out front?”
"from the front. i want the fan experiance."
he grins nods straight away, already half turning back to what he needs to do.
“okay. i’ll find you after. i love you”
before he goes, you lean in quickly.
just a second, just enough for a quick kiss and a quiet, “you're gonna be fine, love. amazing. i love you.”
and just like that, he's gone.
one of the crew walks you out to the vip section, guiding you through people, past barriers, until the noise of the crowd properly hits.
you get settled at barricade just as the lights shift, the energy changing in a way that makes everyone start sreaming before anything’s even happened.
like he owns it. like he’s always belonged there.
he glances over at you at one point.
quick and subtle, but you catch it instantly.
he always does that, like he just needs to know you’re there.
when shania comes out, you actually laugh a little in disbelief.
he’s grinning like a kid, genuinely buzzing to be on stage with her.
you can tell he’s loving every second of it.
he keeps glancing offstage and towards you, he wants to make sure you’re seeing it too.
because this moment matters more because you’re there.
after the set, everything moves quickly again.
people talking, congratulating him, the energy still high and messy.
it takes him about ten seconds to find you.
he’s a bit breathless, a bit sweaty, still smiling like he hasn’t quite come down yet.
his hands are on you straight away, like grounding himself again.
"funily enough, i did. was right there at the front."
he just shakes his head, running a hand through his hair.
“it was insane, baby. the crowd was just... god, and shania was there and i... i think i did really well.”
before you can tell him that it was amazing, he’s already turning slightly, looking over his shoulder. “c’mon. i want you to meet her.”
he keeps a hand on your lower back as he walks you over, guiding you through people until you’re stood in front of shania herself.
“this is my girlfriend, she's a massive fan.”
you say hi, trying to play it normal, but inside you’re slightly losing it.
he just stands there for a second watching the interaction, smiling in that quiet way he does when he’s happy.
every now and then his hand squeezes slightly at your back, a small reminder you're still there.
later, when things start to calm down, he doesn’t leave your side much.
arm round you, thumb brushing asbentmindedly over your arm while conversations happen around you.
he keeps checking in without making it obvious
"you okay?" "have you eaten?" "are you tired yet?"
and when people keep bringing up the performance, he brushes it off a bit, laughs it away.
"well done by the way, love. m'really proud of you."
he looks at you properly. then, softer, squeezing your hand while he grins.
because that’s the one that matters most to him, you.
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