hello hello, here is the sixth part nobody asked for but its here anyway :DDD
read the previous parts here
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The silence of a Saturday morning was usually Harry’s favourite form of luxury. With Cassie still at Karen’s, the flat was quiet, save for the low hum of the refrigerator and the steady rhythm of rain tapping against his kitchen window.
He was standing by the counter, waiting for his coffee to brew, when his phone finally rang. The caller ID flashed with a word that instantly made him exhale: Mom.
"Hey, stranger," Anne’s warm, familiar voice echoed through the speaker. "I am so sorry I missed you on Monday, love. I saw your voicemail, but between my shift at the clinic and your sister’s chaotic schedule, my head has been all over the place. Is everything alright? You sounded... a bit panicked."
Harry rubbed the back of his neck, leaning against the counter. He felt like a teenager again, caught red-handed. "Yeah. Yeah, everything is fine, Mom. It’s just... did you listen to the whole message?"
"I did," she said, her tone softening into that gentle, knowing maternal cadence. "You met a girl. A very pretty, very smart girl at work."
"She’s a translator," Harry confessed, looking down at his slippers. "Her name is Rebecca. And Mom, she’s amazing. But I’m just... I’m terrified. You know how my brain works. I look at her, and then I look at my life, and the math just doesn't add up. Cassie is my entire world. My routine is built around her. I can’t just let someone in and risk getting hurt again. I can’t do that to Cassie."
There was a brief pause on the line, followed by a soft sigh from his mother. "Harry, look at me—well, listen to me. You’ve spent the last four years being the most responsible, dedicated father on this planet. You sacrificed your college timeline, your sleep, and your twenties to make sure that little girl has a perfect life. And she does. But loving someone else doesn’t take away from your love for Cassie."
"Mom, it’s complicated—"
"It’s only complicated because you are trying to calculate it like one of your computer programs," Anne interrupted gently. "You are 29 years old, Harry. You are allowed to have a life too. If this Rebecca makes you smile, if she makes you feel seen, then open the door a little bit. You don't have to marry her tomorrow. Just let yourself enjoy the moment."
Harry closed his eyes, a small, relieved smile breaking across his face. "Thanks, Mom."
"Always, love. Give my grandbaby a massive kiss when she gets back tomorrow, alright? Go get some breakfast."
As soon as the call ended, Harry stared at his phone screen. His mother’s words were still bouncing around his head when a notification banner popped up at the top of his screen.
Rebecca Rojas [9:15 AM]: Hey... Please tell me I didn't tone-deafly ruin your favorite song last night. My head is pounding, but my memory says we were brilliant. Thank you for the safe ride home in the taxi, Mr. Styles. x
Harry’s heart did a ridiculous little flip. He didn't even try to hide the massive grin on his face as he unlocked his phone and began typing.
Harry [9:18 AM]: Good morning. Honestly? The algorithm calculated our duet as a solid 10/10. No classic rock songs were harmed in the making of last night. Drink some water, Ms Rojas. How bad is the hangover?
He poured his coffee and walked over to the living room, setting his phone on the coffee table. He picked up a laundry basket full of Cassie’s tiny clothes and started folding them. A minute later, his phone buzzed again.
Rebecca Rojas [9:22 AM]: It is an 8/10 on the misery scale. Advil is currently my best friend. Cristina just sent a video of us singing the chorus... Oh god, Harry. I am officially mortified. Why did you let me hold the microphone like that?
Harry [9:25 AM]: Because you looked like a rockstar. And honestly, you were controlling the room with that tambourine. I wasn't about to stop you.
Rebecca Rojas [9:26 AM]: Shut up! 🙈 What are you up to today? Please tell me your Saturday morning is more glamorous than me hiding under a duvet, avoiding sunlight.
Harry looked at the pile of pink socks and denim overalls in front of him.
Harry [9:29 AM]: Not even close. I'm currently facing my greatest enemy: a mountain of laundry. Folding tiny socks is a geometric nightmare.
Rebecca Rojas [9:31 AM]: Aww, poor dad. 🧺 Well, I will let you conquer your laundry mountain in peace then. Thank you again for last night, Harry; it was really nice.
Harry [9:33 AM]: Anytime, Rebecca. Get some rest. Talk to you later.
Harry locked his phone and tossed it onto the sofa, a warm, lingering hum of happy energy rushing through him. He went back to folding Cassie's clothes, but for the first time in a very long time, his thoughts weren't just about his schedule—they were completely occupied by the memory of a girl under the colorful karaoke lights.
a/n: thats it for now beloveds, hope you like it. your feedback its very appreciated. hope to see you next time
if you dont mind, id like to show you something im trying to work on. it'd be very nice if you give it a chance.
it would be very nice to have your reblog in case you dont wanna read it
loving me takes patience
harry is a single dad, he and his daughter Cassandra, or better Cassie, are stuck like glue to each other. Until Harry met another woman, Rebecca, a beautiful and intelligent, and captivating human being. this story is about love, a fresh start, family, and much more
oc! x single dad harry
enjoy your reading
PART ONE
PART TWO
PART THREE
PART FOUR
PART FIVE
PART SIX
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the one where I…
harry and y/n met under not-so-good circumstances, but if you call it love or destiny is up to you, they just think is bad luck.
they have to be together due to bigger circumstances. this is the story of how tragic and beautiful life can be
hello hello, its been a while, but its not like somebody cares buuuut here is the fifth part nobody asked for but its here anywa-ay
you can find the previous parts here PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR
part five
If Harry were to put his current state into an equation, it would look highly unstable. Variables like neon lights, the smell of soju and rain, and Rebecca’s shoulder brushing against his were throwing off all his calculated defenses. He was falling. Fast. And the worst part? He didn't even want to catch himself.
"Harry! You're up!" Cristina’s voice cut through his trance, accompanied by a loud slap on his back. She was holding a wireless microphone out like a weapon. "Rojas says you’re a numbers guy, which means you probably have zero rhythm, but we don't tolerate bystanders in this booth. Pick a song!"
Harry blinked, looking from Cristina to Rebecca. Rebecca was sitting on the edge of the leather couch, a tambourine in one hand and a half-empty glass in the other. Her cheeks were flushed a soft pink, and she gave him an encouraging, slightly crooked nod.
"Oh, no, trust me, you don't want that," Harry laughed, waving his hands defensively. "I'm the designated driver and the resident audience member tonight."
"Don't be a chicken, Styles!" Rebecca teased, her voice carrying that soft, trembling "r" that always did something funny to his stomach. "Even if you’re terrible, I promise I won't translate your bad notes to Sabino on Monday."
The whole booth cheered, and before Harry could formulate a logical counter-argument, Cristina had already typed a random code into the machine. The screen flashed, and the intro chords of a classic 70s rock duet started to echo through the small room. Cristina immediately shoved the second microphone into Rebecca’s hands and slid out of the way, leaving the two of them in the center of the colorful, spinning lights.
Rebecca looked at the screen, then at Harry, her eyes wide with amusement. "Oh, they're evil. They chose a duet."
Harry looked at the monitor. It was a song he actually knew—one of those tracks he’d secretly blast in his car when he was stressed. He cleared his throat, the nerves hitting him right in the chest, but as the countdown digits on the screen hit zero, he took a breath and hit the first note.
He wasn't trying to show off, but Harry could actually hold a tune. His voice was deeper than people expected, smooth and a little raspy around the edges.
The moment his voice filled the room, Rebecca’s tambourine stopped shaking. She stared at him, her lips parting in genuine surprise. Her friends let out a collective "Ooooooh!" but Harry barely heard them. He kept his eyes locked on the screen, his heart hammering against his ribs.
Then, it was her turn.
If Harry thought her speaking voice was like Christmas bells, her singing voice was a whole symphony. She didn't just sing the words; she played with them, adding a natural, rhythmic cadence that definitely came from her Brazilian roots. When their voices blended on the chorus, it felt like two separate equations suddenly balancing out perfectly.
For three minutes, the rest of the room faded into background noise. Every time Rebecca turned to face him, hitting a harmony while looking straight into his eyes, Harry felt a physical pull. It was intoxicating.
By 1:30 AM, the karaoke bar was turning off its neon signs. The cool summer rain had stopped, leaving the pavement outside shining under the streetlights.
Cristina and the rest of the group had already piled into a taxi, leaving Harry and Rebecca standing on the sidewalk. Rebecca was leaning slightly against the brick wall, the cool night air making her shiver a little. The alcohol was definitely catching up to her now; her movements were slower, her usual sharp posture a bit relaxed.
"You lied to me," she murmured, looking up at him through her wavy hair.
"I did?" Harry asked, adjusting his jacket. "About what?"
"You can sing," she accuse gently, pointing a finger at his chest. "You have this... amazing voice, Mr. Styles. And you let me believe you were just a boring IT guy who only thinks about algorithms and to-do lists."
Harry smiled, his hands sinking into his pockets. "I am a guy who loves to-do lists, Rebecca. Singing is just... a glitch in the system."
She laughed, that beautiful, genuine sound, and stepped closer to him. The proximity was dangerous. He could smell the faint scent of her perfume mixed with the rain.
"Thank you for coming tonight," she said softly, her eyes searching his face. "I know you're busy, and I know you usually prefer your calm and silence... but I really wanted you here."
Harry felt his throat go dry. The protective dad in him—the one who had spent the last month building walls to keep everyone out—was losing the argument against the man who just wanted to reach out and tuck a stray curl behind her ear.
"I'm glad I came," Harry said, his voice dropping an octave. "Honestly, Rebecca... my weekends are usually pretty quiet. But tonight was the best error my schedule has ever had."
Rebecca smiled, a sleepy, soft expression that made Harry's chest ache with affection. She opened her mouth to say something, but a passing car splashed a puddle nearby, snapping them both out of the bubble.
Harry cleared his throat, regaining his mettle. "Come on. Let's get you a taxi before you freeze. I'll ride with you to make sure you get home safe."
As they walked down the quiet street, Rebecca naturally slipped her arm through his, just like she had done that first day at the office lift. Harry didn't say anything. He just looked down at where their arms met, feeling the warm addition to his life, and realized that some mathematical theories were completely wrong.
Sometimes, you don't need a slow sequence. Sometimes, a single night can multiply your feelings until they're entirely out of bounds.
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thats it for now, it's been years since i last posted but yeah, let me know if you liked or not, if i missed any mistakes let me know, pls be gentle with me and each other
hello hello, this is the second and last part, if you and to read part one click here
The interior of the Zeppelin was a labyrinth of gears and steam, but Harry’s quarters were a sanctuary of velvet and silence. Y/N walked through the room, her fingers touching the maps spread across the oak table. They were maps of that very city below"every alley, every church, every mansion marked with surgical precision.
Harry watched her from the corner, holding a wine glass that looked like blood under the light of the oil lamps.
"You know this place better than any general, Harry," Y/N said, pausing over the marking of the old foundry, a place that had burned down ten years ago. "Why come back now? Why them?"
Harry approached, his shadow swallowing hers against the wall.
"Because ten years ago, when the foundry burned and the blacksmith’s son was accused of theft, no one in those churches moved a finger to stop them from whipping him out of town," his voice was a harsh whisper. "They called him 'scum,' Y/N. Exactly what they call you today."
Y/N felt the air leave her lungs. She looked at Harry’s hands, "now refined and well-groomed, but still bearing the scars of one who had once handled raw iron.
"The blacksmith," she whispered, the memory of a boy with intense eyes hitting her like a blow. "You were the boy who shared his bread with me when I had nowhere to sleep."
"I promised I would return with fire," Harry confessed, his eyes locked on hers. "But I didn't expect to find you still there, serving as a target for their scorn. They sent you here to calm me, so that I might have 'mercy.' What they don't know is that your presence only gives me more reason to burn it all."
Y/N looked through the reinforced glass window. Below, the torchlights in the plaza indicated the city was holding a vigil, prematurely celebrating the "salvation" that Y/N’s flesh would buy them.
"They are praying for me now, Harry," Y/N laughed, a bitter laugh that transformed into a gaze of steel. "For the first time in my life, I am their saint. They begged me to be 'kind' to you."
She moved toward him, her hands sliding up the chest of Harry’s uniform until they found the warmth of his neck. The dilemma the city had forced upon her died the moment she recognized that boy's eyes.
"But they forgot one thing," she continued, her voice heavy with divine malice."They forgot that even saints get tired of being beaten. If I am to be your salvation, Harry, who is going to save me from them once you are gone?"
Harry gripped her waist, pulling her into a kiss that sealed a pact of destruction.
"You won't be left behind, Y/N."
The next morning, the city woke to the ringing of church bells. The mayor and the ladies took to the streets, smiling, ready to welcome the "heroine" and watch the Zeppelin depart in peace. But when they looked up, the sun did not appear.
The Zeppelin wasn't ascending; it was descending, its cargo bay doors opening like a hungry maw. From high on the platform, Harry and Y/N watched the crowd. She no longer wore Y/N’s rags, but a crimson cloak that fluttered in the wind.
Y/N did not give the signal for peace. She simply dropped a single stone from above, "The very same stone they had thrown at her the night before. It was the signal. They wanted a miracle," Y/N said, without a shred of remorse, as Harry’s first flames began to lick the church steeples. "I’m going to give them the spectacle they deserve."
The Zeppelin roared, and as the city crumbled into chaos and ash, Harry and Y/N vanished among the clouds, leaving behind only the memory that sometimes, the person made to be beaten is the same one holding the match.
A/N: Hello hello! this is a blurb inspired by the song Geni e o Zepelim, a brazilian song by the artist Chico Buarque. If you want to listen click here (no worries, the subs are in english)
let me know what you think!!!
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The city cursed her by day, but begged for her salvation at nightfall.
Y/N had always been the favorite target of the crooked glares and the words spat through clenched teeth by the "upright citizens." They called her everything but her name, hurling stones at her dignity while hiding their own sins. To the city, she was merely Geni: made to be beaten, made to be spat upon, cursed in her freedom.
Until the sky darkened with Harry’s shadow.
He arrived in his Zeppelin of iron and fire, an implacable force of nature ready to reduce the city to ashes. Harry didn't want gold or power; he wanted vengeance against hypocrisy. And the only thing capable of calming his fury was the one thing the city despised most: Y/N’s touch.
Now, the very hands that threw stones are joined in prayer, pleading for Y/N to surrender herself to the monster to save them.
The cobblestone city was in absolute silencea cowardly silence. In the center of the plaza, Y/N stood tall, surrounded by those who, until the day before, would cross the street to avoid brushing against her skirts. The mayor, the judge, and the ladies of society now encircled her with suppliant gazes, the hands that once threw stones now outstretched in prayer.
Above them, Harry’s Zeppelin hovered like a steel whale, blotting out the moon. It was a vision of absolute power. He had issued an ultimatum: either the city delivered its "most despised jewel," or by dawn, not one stone would be left standing upon another.
"Go, Y/N," the mayor whispered, his voice trembling with terror. "He asked for you. Only you. Save our families."
Y/N let out a dry laugh, a sound that sliced through the night’s hypocrisy. She adjusted the shawl over her shoulders and walked toward the ascent platform without looking back.
When the Zeppelin’s iron doors groaned open, the heat of the engine and the scent of ozone hit her. Harry stood in the center of the command bridge, his back to the door, watching the tiny lights of the city below with palpable disdain. He wore an impeccable dark uniform, the polar opposite of the chaotic figure Y/N represented.
"They threw you to the lions with impressive ease," Harry’s voice was deep, a baritone that vibrated through the metal deck. "They didn't even try to fight for you."
"They don't fight for those they spit upon, Harry," Y/N replied, stepping closer. Her bare feet made little noise against the cold floor. "What do you want? The city is at your feet, ready to give you all the gold they possess."
Harry turned. His gaze was not that of an ordinary conqueror; it was that of a man who had found the only missing piece on his board. He walked toward her, his presence consuming all the oxygen in the room.
"I don't want their gold. I want what they don't deserve to have," he said, reaching out a gloved hand to touch Y/N’s face, his fingers tracing the line of an old scar on her brow. "I want the woman they call cursed because only a 'cursed' woman could truly understand a monster like me."
Y/N did not flinch. She saw in his eyes the same fire that burned in her own chestthe exhaustion of being exactly what the world expected them to be.
"They think I’m here to seduce you and save them," she whispered, feeling the strength of his grip on the nape of her neck.
Harry smiled, a dark and devastating grin.
"Let them think it. Tomorrow, when they look to the sky expecting the sun, they will only see the shadow of what I’m taking with me. And you, Y/N... you will decide if I leave ashes behind, or if you want to watch the spectacle by my side."
The Zeppelin shuddered as it began to climb higher, moving away from the city's filthy ground. In that moment, Geni was no longer the one made to be beaten. She was the queen of an empire of steel, and Harry was the punishment the city so richly deserved.
It’s 3am now and my phone it’s buzzing like crazy. I turn on the lampshade and check my phone.
It’s Harry.
I growl loud before picking up.
‘‘What the hell Styles...”
“Sorry I didn’t what to bother but it’s important...”
“... I already told you, you’re cute and all but I don’t want to...”
“I always knew you think I’m cute but this isn’t the point. I wouldn't call you in the middle of the night to talk about that. I’m coming to your place alright? So be ready in ten minutes” I could hear the sound of honks in the background, Harry was breathing too loud. I started to worry.
“Harry, what is going on?”
“Alex and Kendra...they’re at the hospital’‘
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soooo....this is a draft i have from ages ago and i feel like writing the rest of it??? if you feel like reading lmk!
Harry had been on edge for the last couple of days. With tour slowly coming to an end, he was already a bit stressed out and emotional. His partner made it clear that she felt like she was not receiving the love she deserved over text a few days before everything went down. That in itself took a huge toll on him. Harry felt their relationship get more distant once he started the tour. Instead of mentioning it, the couple just continued on. Being an artist in the music industry was not easy when it came to commitment and personal relationships. He couldn’t necessarily be there of Y/N all the times he wishes. The only real fix he could think of was taking a break, Harry didn’t want to do that… He did his absolute best to fly Y/N out wherever his show was but that didn’t seem like enough. The couple would only get hours and most were spent sleeping or on the road. Harry knew that a lot of the predicament they were in, was his fault. He went a couple days without any word to his partner. It wasn’t out of purpose, he got extremely busy with back to back shows. The lack of sleep and stress got the best of him. He thought it would be good to take a couple days off of the one he loved instead of lashing out at her. At times, it was hard for him to open up about his work and how emotionally draining it got at times. He absolutely adored his job, wouldn’t want to do anything else but he saw the toll it took on him and the people that mattered most to him. He couldn’t help but feel guilty when getting himself into a relationship, knowing what was to come. Harry couldn’t blame her for being upset. If she had done the same to him, he would be pissed off and worried out of his mind. He disconnected, giving his manager his phone and focusing on himself. Three days and 6 hours later, he phoned his girlfriend. He sent her a text of the venue and directions of who to ask for. He promised he’d bring her out to the Sacramento, California show. He had a couple days off before going to San Jose. Now, hours later, the girl he called his was with him. With Y/N sitting in front of him, he had a quite a lot of explaining to do.
“I just need a couple days… I was extremely busy, Y/N, I don’t know what else you’d like me to say.”
“I don’t know, maybe sorry? You could start with that,” Y/N had her arms crossed at her chest. She had every single right to be upset with Harry. It wasn’t that he just ignored her, he’d been off the whole week.
“You want me to apologize?” His award-winning smirk picture perfect on his face. “For what?” His hands went out to the air around him, “I said that I was busy, you want me to apologize for playing back to back shows?” Harry was being stubborn, all was a front for not wanting to open up. It didn’t feel right to apologize for something that was out of his control.
“God Harry, don’t be ridiculous… You made me worried!” Y/N face was laced with concern.
“Well love, I’m fine.” His tone was dry and dull sounding, he had been tired and just wanting his girlfriend to appreciate the time they had instead of wasting it in an argument. Harry learned quickly that he would not be getting any rest soon.
“You could’ve just sent one little text,” Y/N voice got a little louder. “That’s all I needed from you,” she said as if it was that simple. The people in the room around them gave the two a look. Harry took a deep breath before asking the three or so people to leave kindly. He followed them to the door, closing it shut.
“Y/N, I really don’t feel like doing this right now. I am glad that you are here now… That’s all that matters angel,” he tried to get her to relax. Harry was not up for a screaming match. He could barely keep his eyelids open. He planned on taking a rest before the show, hoping Y/N would enjoy that too. When his emerald eyes met hers he could tell that this conversation was far from over.
“So that’s all you got? That’s all you are going to say, Harry?” the frustration started to pour out of her. Y/N could not help but feel that this was the tipping point of their relationship. Through the whole tour, both grew quite distant. Harry would fly here out, check up on her and spend a day or two but it wasn’t the same. Their once strong connection wasn’t there anymore. Both knew but had a hard time saying anything about it.
Maybe it was the fact he wasn’t in the mood or simply the frustration of her not understanding, but her comment upset him even further. His words turned vulgar and harsh as he spoke his mind freely.
“Nothing is good enough for you, is it? I fly you out here to be with me and all you want to do is argue,” His voice grew louder. “ I don’t give you the ‘love you deserve’ so why are you even here?” His face scrunched up as his voice projected louder into the room.
“Why am I here?! Harry, I am trying to fix our relationship! It seems like you only care about what benefits you, I hate it! ” She yells, “We are already so distant but you don’t even try to reach me! You seriously are telling me that you couldn’t send one simple text?” Y/N questioned.
“For fuck’s sake, I work my ass off okay?! I can’t be with my phone constantly texting you like we’re teenagers! If you want that, go fucking find it somewhere else! I told you before we got together that I am going to be busy and you said that you understood! I do what benefits me because it’s right! Do you know how many fans I would upset if I did what I actually wanted to do, Y/N?!” There it was again, that constant fight between his work and who he loved.
“Is that what you want?!” Her chest began to heave, “Me to just find someone else?” Y/N asks. The hurt in her voice could be detected through anyone’s ear.
After a short pause, Harry shook his head. It hung low, he was still so frustrated. “No. I don’t want you to find someone else. This is just really frustrating. I can’t give you what you deserve… Do you know how hard that is for me?!” He asked, shaking his head. His arms crossed at his chest, one hand going to his face as he closed his eyes. Harry fought back tears until his pupils began to sting. He opened his tear-filled eyes, letting a couple fall.
“I love you so much, Y/N but we both know that I can’t give you what you deserve…” His voice laced with so much pain and hurt. He felt his heart crumbling as he spoke. “I just… I don’t know what to do anymore,” Harry placed his lips in a thin line. He looked into her eyes for an answer but they only mirrored his own. He cleared his throat before speaking up again, shifting his weight a little.
“I - I think we should take a break,” he wipes his tears with the back of his hand, directing his eyes anywhere but to her own. “… Until tours done at least,” Harry let out a weak sigh. When Harry looked up at her after a few seconds, he saw that she was crying. His heart broke even further, something he didn’t think was possible. One thing Harry couldn’t stand was to see her cry, it took EVERYTHING inside him not to embrace her. His jaw clenched and his fist balled, trying to keep all his emotions in. Right when Y/N was about to speak, a knock was at the door.
One of the crew members peaks in, “Harry, sound check is in one hour.” They say before shutting the door. Harry nods his head before turning his attention back to Y/N. He clears his throat once more, resting against the arm of the sofa. A mix of sniffles and sighs can be heard throughout the room.
“Do I get any say in this?” she questioned, moving closer to him. Her voice was still weak and now, exhausted sounding. Harry didn’t know how much more he could endure. He was not planning on breaking it off with her today by any means. In his head, things were going to work out fine. Somewhere along the road, Harry just knew that he couldn’t do both whiles under so much stress. He just didn’t imagine that the time to call quits would be now.
“I’m sorry, Y/N,” he took a couple steps forward, embracing her into his arms. They wrapped around her small frame, Harry nuzzled his head down into her hair. “I am doing what is best for the both of us. You have to trust me, Y/N.” His words were hard to say, it didn’t feel right at all to say such a thing to someone he loved so deeply. After a few moments of saying their goodbyes, they parted.
Harry wiped his tears with his long sleeve as she did the same to her face. The room was silent for quite some time before Harry spoke up once again.
“Will you stay for the show…” His teeth snagged his bottom lip, “Please.”
― Hours later, during the show —
“How is everyone doing? Your good? Good,” Harry said as he stared out into the crowd. “Can we turn the lights up just for a second, thank you.” Harry took a pause to look throughout the crowd. “Everyone looks so nice tonight, I hope everyone is having a good time. I am having a great time,” Harry said to the crowd as they screamed out their lungs.
Harry began to make sure his guitar is in tune. “So this next song, I would like to dedicate to Y/N… I don’t know if you are still here but uh,” He took a pause as the crowd went wild with ‘aw’s’. “I would love if you heard this…” He continued to strum his guitar, “I wrote in this 2015 and if you know the words then please do join in,” Harry said before starting to sing ‘If I Could Fly’.
Y/N sat with Gemma and Michal, both turned to her with a smile on their faces. Neither knew about her argument with Harry and she didn’t plan on telling them until after the show. Y/N heartbroken as she already knew what was to come. She sung along to the song, keep her eyes on Harry’s figure. It was hard not to work up tears as he sung through the song.
When Harry was about to close the show, Gemma, Michal and Y/N all went backstage. She did her best to try and get away but Gemma insisted that she stays until Harry comes out. A few minutes past and Harry came out breathless, looking towards Y/N first. He hugged Gem and Michal before turning to Y/N. He gave a soft smile before nodding his head and letting out a sigh. “I should go get changed…” Harry said, awkwardly.
The night ended with Y/N leaving before Harry could get back to his sister and Michal. She left them without much word and probably very confused. She couldn’t handle seeing Harry after he sung to her, it would be too difficult to leave. By the time Harry rung Y/N she was already on the way to the airport. She couldn’t bring herself to answer his call, letting it go to voicemail. When Y/N arrive at the airport, she was so annoyed to find out that her flight was delayed. She had absolutely nowhere to go and the only person she knew in Sacramento was Harry. Y/N waited for about an hour before dialing Harry’s number.
“Hello?” He said, “Everything okay?” His heart was broken but that was his own fault.
“Harry.. I’m sorry to do this but my flight got delayed. I don’t have anyone else to go too, Can I —,” She got interrupted by Harry saying she could stay with him and that he was going to send a bodyguard to come to get her.
“Are you sure?” she didn’t want to be a bother to him.
“I’m not letting you stay in some shithole motel, you will stay in my suite with me,” Harry demands. “The bodyguard will be there soon,” he said.
After an hour ride back to Harry’s hotel, Y/N found Harry fresh out of the shower in his suite. With a towel wrapped around his waist, he looked towards her. He had that same breathtaking smirk on his face that everyone loved.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” Y/N questioned, looking over at him with a confused face.
The smirk widens on his face, “I knew you’d come back to me.”
