harry styles imagine mini series
part ii to listen - harry has a soulmate (soulmate au)
a year had passed since you had last seen Harry. you followed him around on social media, catching up on what he was doing from various fan accounts. the music between the two of you had been quiet. it occasionally would become louder, and then, you would find out through social media that he was spotted traveling. it made sense.
over the past year, you filled your time with your research. for a 25 year old, you were quite accomplished in your work with your research team. you were conducting a second study on neuro-criminology. you spent most of your days analyzing brain scans of criminals while you listened to the gentle melodies brought to you by the one and only Harry Styles.
over the year, Harry finished his tour and went onto traveling around the world writing music with friends. he had just gotten back to malibu after traveling for months. he liked being home. he could hear you much louder now.
he hadn’t stopped thinking about his soulmate ever since his show in (city near your hometown). was that her that night? he would never know. it upset him to think about it. he wondered if things would have been different if he had actually got to talk to you that night. would you be with him now? would you be the last person he saw before he fell asleep? would he wake up every morning to see you? would you drink coffee with him on saturday mornings? would you tell him about your day? would you share your life with him?
it clouded his mind. thoughts of what could be. it reflected in his music. that was clear to everyone he worked with. there was a sadness that it held. he was left all alone while the people around him lived happily with their soulmates. part of him envied them.
how could he miss someone he’s never met?
“oh my god. do you play?”
you laughed. your friends were very drunk. you had all traveled to some fancy resort in florida for a weekend summer road trip. it was nice to get to see anyone since you had all been so busy with your careers.
“(y/n/n),” Eva slurred as she slid next to you on the piano bench. “will you please play for us?”
“for you,” you paused turning to look at her. “anything, but you have to buy me another drink.”
Kath laughed as her soulmate threw her arm around her. Eva got up from the bench before taking a drink order from everyone. you were definitely the fifth wheel on this trip.
“just play us something, you dork,” Kath shouted drunkenly.
you stretched your fingers across the piano keys and began to play a melody that your dad had taught you.
Harry was in the shower when he heard it. he thought a shower would help him think. he was having some writer’s block.
that’s when he heard you. he heard your melody. he immediately jumped out of the shower. he had to write it down.
in a towel, he sat at his piano. the melody was simple so he was able to figure it out. he grabbed his phone and began to record a voice memo as he sung along with the melody.
“i’m in my bed. and, you’re not here…”
in october, Harry released ‘lights up’. he smiled to himself as he heard you listen to it over and over again.
unknown to him, you would listen to it as you did your work every day. your co-workers would laugh at you as you bopped and mouthed the words to the song whenever it came on.
Harry couldn’t wait until he would hear you listen to the album.
in december, Kath got an odd job in L.A. the music company she worked for wanted her to help work a private event that would be open to a limited audience. she had to help keep the event under wraps while it was going on.
when she arrived, she was shocked to find out who this event was for.
the one and only Harry Styles.
it was his spotify secret album listening party. she knew his album would drop soon. (y/n) had warned her about it.
Kath never expected to hand yellow raincoats out to fans. she never expected to ride in a shuttle with the fans. she felt like she was experiencing the whole night like she was one of them. the group was led to a house where the really party was going to begin. Kath was supposed to help everyone keep a low profile. no one was allowed to tweet about it until it was over so she had to keep an eye on everyone.
“hey,” one of the caterers pulled her out of her thoughts. “do you mind running this backstage? one of the special guests has requested it, and i’m swamped out here.”
the caterer was holding what seemed to be a glass of water. it was such an odd request for her, but she agreed anyway.
Kath took the glass from the caterer and made her way to the backstage. a puppet show was to be given in a half hour on this stage. this water was probably for one of the puppeteers.
“is that for me?” a voice stopped her.
she turned to look at them. it was Harry. she had to take a deep breath to calm herself down.
“did you ask for a water?” she asked him.
“i did. i talked to one of the caterers,” he started.
Kath handed the water to him.
“it’s for you then. sorry, the caterers got swamped.”
“thanks,” he said taking the glass from her. “how’s it going out there?”
Kath nodded to him with a small smile.
“it’s going really well. it’s super cool. everyone is loving all the detail and stuff.”
“that’s good. i’m glad,” he said before taking a drink. he cleared his throat before speaking again. “are you with spotify?”
“sort of,” Kath said leaning against the door frame of the back room he was in. “i work with a separate music company that works as a subset of spotify.”
“cool, cool, and i didn’t catch your name.”
“it’s Kath,” she said extending her hand to his.
“nice to meet you, Kath. i’m Harry.”
he took another drink as Kath broke the silence.
“can i ask you something?” Kath started. “i know you don’t know me, and i really don’t know you, but would it be okay if i ask you something?”
Harry raised an eyebrow before setting his glass down.
“of course,” he responded. “it’s okay.”
Kath took a breath. she had to know. she had to know for you.
“have you found your soulmate yet?”
Harry was quiet. he knew where this was going. this happened all the time with fans and other prying people. everyone wants into his personal life. in some cases, honestly most cases, people claimed to be his soulmate all the time, and he felt like this was just another one of those times. nevertheless, he began the conversation.
“no,” he sighed. “i haven’t yet.”
he was waiting for her to give the big ‘i’m your soulmate and i’ve always loved you’ speech.
“this is going to sound kinda odd.”
great. he knew where this was going. he just wanted her to get it over with.
“but, i think my best friend is your soulmate,” she said.
she cringed at how ridiculous she sounded.
Harry was confused. why would she advocate for her friend like this.
“oh,” he started. “is she-uh-is she here?”
“oh god, no,” Kath said interrupting him. “she doesn’t even know that i’m working this. she doesn’t even know that i would even have the chance to talk to you. she’s states away. she’s working tonight-”
“why do you think she’s my soulmate?” he quietly asked.
“i think i started believing that when you were on your second tour with one direction. our other best friend and i would listen to you guys all the time. it drove her crazy. she said that it sounded too familiar and that she could hear it all the time.”
“yeah. she could hear your music all the time. we later found out that the songs she heard followed your exact set list of your take me home tour. it was the same with all of your other tours, too. she heard it every night that you guys performed, and don’t get me started about the concerts we went to. she always had this horrible ringing in her ears, except the last time we were at your show. she was fine. i think it had something to do with being in the front row, you know?”
Harry rubbed his face. he couldn’t believe it. Kath continued to ramble.
“plus, she always knew when you would be releasing new music and stuff-”
“excuse me,” another voice spoke out.
Harry and Kath turned to them.
“Mr. Styles, you are needed on stage in two minutes.”
Harry immediately stood up.
“uh,” he stammered. “thank you. i’ll be right there,” he said to the worker before turning his attention back to Kath. “do you mind if we continue this later? like, can we go somewhere and talk about this later tonight? i really want to hear more about your friend.”
“of course,” Kath nodded to him. “i’ll give you my number.”
after getting her number, he walked onto stage and began to puppeteer a puppet of himself. he then went on to introduce his album to his fans.
you sat at home as you watched some Netflix. your puppy curled up next to you on your couch as you sipped on a small glass of wine. it had been a long day, and you needed to relax.
you paused your show as you heard music in your head. it was the new album.
you smiled as you curled up further in your blankets to listen.
Kath watched as Harry danced with fans to his new music until the next song came on. the beginning melody made her blood run cold. it was (y/n)’s melody.
Harry turned to glance at Kath who was standing in one of the corners of the room as the song played. she had a shocked look on her face as she looked around frantically until her eyes landed on him. they locked eyes. her eyes bugged out of her head as he gave her a little smile.
her reaction confirmed it enough for him. she recognized the melody. she knew who actually wrote it.
Kath’s eyes watered as she listened to the lyrics of the song. it was so heart breaking to know how much pain he was in, and it hurt her even more know that that was her best friend’s favorite piano melody. they longed for each other.
Harry watched as she wiped a tear away. his heart swelled in his chest before he turned his attention back to his fans.
Kath received a text a little after 11 pm.
unknown: hi. it’s harry. would you still like to meet?
Kath quickly typed a response as she unlocked her car.
she saved his number into her phone.
styles: great. i’ll send you an address.
Kath followed her gps until she arrived at a small café. she quickly parked her car before making her way inside. Harry waved to her from one of the back tables.
“hi,” she waved back before taking a seat.
“thanks for meeting with me,” he said. “can i get you something?”
“no thanks. i’m okay for now.”
“okay,” he said gripping his cup. it looked like tea. “so should we get into then? do you have any questions for me?”
“i do actually,” Kath started leaning forward. “where did you get that melody for ‘falling’?”
“oh,” he said leaning back in his chair. “why do you ask?”
“because that’s (y/n/n)’s song. she plays it all the time. it’s one of her party tricks.”
“and (y/n/n) is your best friend? the one you think is m’ soulmate?”
“yeah, her name is (y/n),” Kath said before redirecting the conversation. “so how did you hear that melody?”
Kath nodded before leaning back in her chair. Harry watched her with a calculated glance.
“can i ask you a question, now?” Harry asked.
“what is the significance of the ‘gummybear song’?”
Kath let out a boisterous laugh. Harry hated that song growing up, but now it helped him figure out his soulmate. it was the one question that stumped everyone who seriously claimed to be his soulmate.
“that song,” Kath laughed. “it is the bane of her existence. she hates it.”
she wasn’t giving him the response he wanted.
“why?” he asked calculatedly. he wasn’t going to give her any hints or allude to what he knew about it.
“she had to listen to it every morning for 6 years straight until she started bringing her ipod to school. one of the little girls in her carpool was obsessed with it. she cried and cried if she didn’t hear it on the way to school,” Kath laughed. “she came to school every morning wishing that she had jumped out of the moving car and walked. now, why do you ask about that?”
Harry smiled to himself. he got her.
“i had to listen to it too.”
“oh nice,” she said. “i’m sorry you had to endure that. it was miserable for her too.”
“so you mention you went to a couple of my concerts?”
“oh yeah. we near (the city near your hometown) so we went to all of those shows. the concert for your solo tour was crazy.”
Harry thought for a moment until it clicked. that was the show he saw her. the show he wished he stopped so that he could get to know her. the show that he lost the mystery girl from the front row.
“i think i remember that. you said you were in the front row, right?”
“yeah, you gave a water bottle to her. Eva and i-oh Eva is our other friend-we freaked out when you did that because of course (y/n) had some suspicion that you were her soulmate. she didn’t want to admit it to everyone. her family thought she was crazy.”
Harry sat in shock as he thought back to that night. the girl he gave the water to. the girl he watched the entire show. the girl he fell in love with, but never spoke to.
“so that was her?” he asked Kath quietly.
“mmhm,” Kath nodded. “do you want to test to see if it’s her?”
that hadn’t crossed his mind, but he definitely should. he didn’t really know if he could trust Kath. he had just met her after all.
“here, i’ll play you a song, and you can text her from my phone and ask her what her soulmate is listening to,” Kath said placing her phone on the table between them.
“okay,” he nodded as he watched Kath scroll through her music until she landed on a song.
Kath hit play as the sound of the ‘gummybear song’ filled their ears.
“text her,” Kath said opening your messages.
Harry texted her the question, and the two waited until she responded.
it was 1 am when you received a text from Kath.
kath: what’s your soulmate listening to?
the annoying repetitive chorus of the ‘gummybear song’ filled your head. you rolled your eyes in frustration as you typed back.
Kath’s phone lit up from a notification from you.
you: the mother effing gummybear song
Harry’s eyes bugged out of his head. he couldn’t believe it.
“oh my god,” he choked out.
he found her. he was shocked. it took him almost 26 years to find you. he rubbed his hands over his eyes thinking that this all might go away. he must have read it wrong. he reread your text.
“so that means?” Kath asked him.
she wanted him to say it.
Kath squealed in excitement.
“i knew it,” she shouted throwing her hands up in the air.
the two stayed in the café until it closed talking about you, your family, your job, your friends. he wanted to know everything about you.
his soulmate had a name. her name was (y/n).
it was thursday, one day until the album release. Harry sat in another café waiting for Kath to arrive. they agreed to meet again. he watched as Kath entered the café and went to the counter to order herself something.
he smiled as he heard you listening to some old rock music. he wondered what you could be doing right now. were you working? were you getting breakfast? he didn’t know, but he wanted to. he wanted to know you. his heart could burst with how much he wanted to be with you.
“hey,” Kath drew him out his thoughts as she took a seat at the table.
“hey,” he greeted her with a smile.
“so i was thinking we could call (y/n/n), and i could introduce you to her,” Kath suggested as she placed her bag down on the chair next to her.
“really?” Harry asked before taking a drink of his tea.
“yeah. i don’t think she is super busy today.”
“right. okay. what does she do again?”
“she’s a neuroscientist working with a research group right now.”
“so do we want to call her?” Kath asked raising her eyebrow.
Harry was stalling. he was nervous.
“yeah. sure. let’s do it,” he nodded. “should we go somewhere a little more-” he stopped to look around the café. people slyly watched the two of them. “-secluded?”
“sure,” Kath said as she eyed the people watching them. “do you have a place in mind?”
minutes later, Harry and Kath sat in his range rover in a secluded parking garage. Kath’s phone rang waiting for you to pick up.
you sat at your desk going over paperwork as you ate your lunch. your phone began to ring. you had an incoming call from Kath. you smiled as you answered your phone.
Harry smiled as he heard her voice. Kath had her phone on speaker.
“hey, (y/n),” she greeted. “are you busy?”
“nah. i’m on my lunch break. what’s up?”
“not much. i’m just sitting here with your soulmate.”
you sat frozen. you had stopped breathing. why would she joke about this?
“Kath, you know that’s not funny,” you sighed.
you were too tired for this.
“i’m not joking,” Kath defended. “i’m being deadly serious. he’s sitting right next to me.”
“and how do you now that for sure?”
Harry didn’t blame you for being skeptical. he was at first too.
“he was the one who was listening to the ‘gummybear song’ last night when i texted you.”
“Kath.” they heard you pause and sigh. “i don’t know…”
“c’mon,” Kath started. “what if we facetime you? you can see for yourself.”
you rubbed a hand over your face and sighed once more. you didn’t know what to do.
“i guess,” you agreed. “facetime me.”
you waited as the call turned into a facetime. Kath popped up on your screen. you could tell that she was in a car or something similar.
“(y/n/n),” Kath cheered as she saw you appear on her screen.
“hey,” you gave her a wave as you propped your phone up against your laptop.
“say hi to your soulmate.”
you watched the screen as it turned to the person next to Kath.
it was the one and only, Harry Styles.
Harry laughed as he watched your jaw drop. he shyly smiled at you. you were beautiful.
“hi,” he said giving you a little wave.
“hi,” you said while copying his wave.
“y’all are too cute,” Kath interrupted. “awkward, but still cute.”
Kath laughed at your both as you tried to defend yourselves.
you locked eyes with him.
“how do you know for sure?” you asked him.
you had to be sure. you weren’t going to let yourself get your hopes up if he turned out not to be your soulmate. you had your suspicions, but you had no way to really know. it could have all been coincidental. you couldn’t just trust yourself with this. you weren’t going to let yourself get crushed like that.
“you can test me if you want,” he shrugged.
“okay,” you said reaching for your headphones.
you plugged your headphones into your laptop and pulled up your playlist. you placed your headphones over your ears and hit shuffle.
Harry heard the soft melody of the song play through his head.
“work song, hozier,” he said confidently.
“mkay. how about this one?”
he heard a new song play.
“jackie and wilson, hozier.”
that’s when he heard it. the song she played for him a couple years ago. it was his song. the song that he wrote.
“i love you, alex and sierra.”
you sat at your desk with tears in your eyes. you had a hand clasped over your mouth in disbelief.
“well, (y/n/n), how’d he do?” Kath called over the phone.
you cleared your throat willing away the tears.
“3 for 3. he got them all correct.”
“so that means?” Kath asked motioning for you to say it.
“you’re my soulmate,” you said as you stared into his eyes.
Harry smiled at you with tears welling in his eyes. he was so happy that he found you. you knew him now.
you both spent the next hour talking about anything and everything.
“when can i come visit you?” he asked.
“i’m free until christmas, you know, beside going to work.”
“great, okay,” he started.
Harry scrolled through his calendar. as he did so, it became very apparent to him that he was fully booked from now until after new year’s.
Kath saw his scrolling of endless events until it stopped in mid-january.
“you know what?” she started. “december is just so busy with the holidays and stuff. why don’t you both just meet up sometime in january?”
“uhhhh…okay. that works, i guess.”
she sent him a wink, and he gave her a grateful nod.
january it was. you had to wait until january to actually meet your soulmate. it was frustrating. you talked to him on the phone every day. you texted, occasionally facetimed. he was so close now, yet still so far. it was infuriating.
you had to bear christmas by yourself as you watched your cousins laugh and celebrate with their soulmates. you were the only recipient of multiple backhanded comments from your aunts that lived out of town. ‘why haven’t you met your soulmate yet, (y/n)?’ ‘you’re getting to old to be single, (y/n).’ ‘why don’t you just settle down with some nice boy, (y/n)? you don’t need a soulmate, (y/n).’
you were growing tired of the nagging. you just wanted to see him. you wanted to spend christmas with him. would he sit by the fire with you? would he laugh with your cousins? would he drink coffee and eat cookies with your grandparents? would he share his life with you?
you missed him. absence really does make the heart grow fonder.
on january 14, Harry sat in an airport. a blizzard had delayed his flight. he brushed his hand through his hair. it was frustrating. he was a three-hour flight away from you, and all that way keeping him away was this stupid blizzard. it didn’t help that everyone was obsessing over the fact that it was the biggest snowstorm they had ever seen. he was growing tired of it. he just wanted to see you.
his flight was delayed until 8 pm so he had five more hours until his flight. he was growing incessantly bored. he downloaded about 7 pointless games on his phone just to pass the time. one of them was getting quite addicting, but nonetheless, his attention fell elsewhere. he scrolled through his instagram instead. he found pictures of you and your family from the past holiday posted on your page. he smiled at a picture of you holding a baby, which must have been one of your relative’s. there was another picture of you standing with your friends at a bar. you were wearing the ugliest christmas sweater he had ever seen as you smiled posing with Kath and who he assumed to be your other friend Eva.
his heart longed for you even more. he decided to take his mind off you. he put his headphones on before listening to his playlist. at some point, he must have fallen asleep because he was awoken by something bumping into his leg.
“trevor,” a voice called.
Harry opened his eyes to find a little boy, who had to be no older than two, holding onto his leg.
“i’m so sorry,” a woman said reaching to pick up the child. “he likes to run sometimes. i’m sorry that he disturbed you.”
“hey, no. it’s no problem,” he said straightening up in his seat.
“are you on the next flight to (your hometown)?” she asked as she bounced the little boy in her arms. “if you don’t mind me asking?”
“no, i don’t mind. yeah, i’m on the next flight,” he answered. “are you?”
“yeah, heading home after visiting family. you?”
“i’m going to see m’ soulmate,” he smiled.
the woman smiled and nodded.
“that is a special thing.”
“it is,” he said. “it really is.”
their attention was then torn from each other when their gate announced that it was boarding early.
“i better get back to my husband. again, i’m sorry if he bothered you. have a safe trip,” the woman nodded.
Harry nodded to her as he bid her a safe trip as well.
after boarding the plane, he soon found himself buckled into his seat as the plane ascended into the air. he slipped his headphones on as he closed his eyes.
3 more hours until he could be with her.
around 11:30, Harry found himself in an uber driving to the address Kath gave him. he watched as the snow fell upon the town. everything seemed so quiet and peaceful. the trees were covered in a gentle frost, and the local shops had their christmas lights shining brightly in the snow.
he soon arrived at a small house in a small neighborhood just outside of the city. he got out of the car and thanked his driver before grabbing his bags. he stepped onto the sidewalk and admired the home. white christmas lights gently framed the house, and he could see a small christmas tree in the front window. unlike most people, she kept her decorations up even after the holiday. he admired that.
you were sitting on the couch when your dog started barking out the front window. rolling your eyes at your overdramatic dog, you paused your show and went to inspect what she was barking at. it was almost midnight, and for her to be barking at anything this late made you weary.
that’s when you saw it. well, him not it. you stared at the man standing on the sidewalk outside your house at 11:56 pm on a tuesday night.
this was no stranger though. you quickly ran to your front door tripping over the blanket you had wrapped around yourself with your dog following right behind you. she barked ferociously at your sudden outburst, and you threw open your door.
you stood there on your porch stunned.
Harry stood at the bottom of your porch with a gentle smile on his face. you were wrapped up in a large thick blanket. it practically swallowed you up. the snow fell gently around him.
he watched as you combed a hand through your hair. you looked away from him placing a hand over your mouth.
“are-are you real?” you asked tilting your head to the side.
your eyes prickled with tears, and Harry saw you squint you eyes at him. unknown to him, you were trying to will away your tears.
“i’m real, love,” he smiled with tears in his own eyes.
“okay,” you choked out as you launched yourself off the porch into his arms.
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