Love Me Now.
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Hi!! I hope you enjoy this blurb of soft!harry
Summary : y/n is reading at harry’s concert her friend dragged her too, Harry notices and he can’t keep his eyes off of her while singing ‘the chain’
Word count : 2.1k
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You were dragged to this concert by your friends, they're obsessed with Harry Styles. They're always playing his music, you're not gonna lie and say you haven’t listened to him yourself but, going to a concert is a bit out of your comfort zone.
You hate big crowds, the anxiety it gives you at the thought of maybe getting separated from your friends is enough to have you wanting to stay home in your bed reading.
Reading has always calmed you, if you were ever having a bad day you would pull out a book and just get lost in the world that the words created.
That being said, when your best friends, y/bsf/n and y/bsf/n barged into your room this morning begging you to go with them you said no, already filling the anxiety creeping up in you.
But they managed to talk you into it, saying you could even bring a boon with you if your anxiety got too bad and you needed an escape. They also assured you that if any of you needed to go to the bathroom or anything you would go as a group so you wouldn’t get separated.
That calms you down enough to agree to go, which ended up with them squealing and clapping their hands in excitement.
Which leads to now, you’re all ready and dressed, courtesy of them picking out your outfit along with doing your hair and light makeup, them knowing you don’t really like/ need it.
Your denim jeans flare out at the body as the top hugs your waist and thighs in just the right way to not make you feel uncomfortable. Your torso is clad in your favorite ‘Fleetwood Mac’ band tee that’s tied in the middle, showing off your midriff. You're also wearing your favorite pair of black-heeled boots.
Your hair, courtesy of y/bsf/n is very volumized and wavy. Your makeup is light, just a bit of concealer under the eyes to cover up that you were up all night reading, again, along with some blush, slight bronzer, your eyebrows tinted with gel and some mascara. You don’t really like lipstick you went with your regular old chapstick.
You’re all now sitting in the car on the way to the venue, they wanted to be early so they could upgrade all of your tickets to the pit, which you didn’t particularly like but you weren’t gonna say anything and ruin their night.
You made sure to pack your favorite book along with another one just in case you didn’t want to read the other. You weren’t paying attention and didn’t realize you guys were already there, the whole car ride seemed to have passed in a blur, seeing as you were staring out the window in your own world.
Y/bsf/n parks the car in a parking garage before all of you get out and make your way to the front of the venue to stand in line for the show to begin.
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It’s an hour and a half into the concert, that’s when you had to give up and pull out your book. The people around you, they’re too close, you feel really claustrophobic. So when you kept getting pushed around you gave up and pulled your book out, where your standing had pretty good lighting so you didn’t need to pull out your portable light.
You were so into the new book you're reading, you decided to not read your favorite one and pulled out ‘How to hang a witch’ by Adriana Mather, normally you wouldn’t go for this kind of book but, you decided to try it out when you were at your favorite book store last week.
You were on chapter 11 when y/bsf/n nudged you, making you look up and glare at her, she knows not to mess with you while you’re reading, especially when it’s calming you. You furrow your brow silently asking ‘what?’ to her, she points to the stage.
Rolling your eyes, you look up at the stage not expecting to find sparkling emerald eyes staring back at you, as you make eye contact with the man on stage your heart drops to your stomach, the butterfly’s going crazy as he keeps eye contact and perfectly placed and deep dimple showing on his left cheek.
“Hear you sayin’ you would never break the chain,” he sings into the microphone, one of your favorite songs, probably why y/bsf/n nudged you, you wouldn’t have noticed him singing it if she hadn’t. Though “Fleetwood Mac’s’ version is one nobody could top, his his isn’t as bad as some.
“If you don’t love me now (you don’t love me now), you will never love me again ( never love me again)
,i can still hear you sayin’ (still hear you sayin’)
, you would never break the chain (never break the chain)” he sang, your lips mouthing the words slightly as he looks back to you. He looks at the book in your hand before connecting his eyes back to yours and smiling that wide dimpled smile, now you know why your best friends never shut up about him.
Good god, this man has you wanting to fall to your knees. The way his black shirt hugs his torso and muscular biceps, all while the first few buttons are unbuttoned showing off the silver cross necklace, along with his bird tattoos peaking out. His white dress pants hugging his waist as he prances around the stage, jumping about and having a good time.
You notice his eyes linger on you for just a few more seconds before getting back into the song and looking away.
Once the song was over you went back to your book, thinking nothing of the little encounter you just had with the ‘Harry styles’.
Shortly after that, the concert was over and you packed away your book. You and your two best friends sat down in your seats, waiting for a few minutes for everyone to get out of the venue before leaving. You didn’t want to get caught in the mass of people leaving.
As you guys were waiting, you noticed a man, he’s tall and bulky, he could definitely kill you and no one would ever know. Once you realized he was walking towards your and your friends, your hand instinctively clutched on you y/bsf/n, not knowing he was a security guard for the man who was just on stage not even 10 minutes ago.
“Hello, I’m Gavin, I’m a security guard for mr.styles. He wanted me to see if you and your friends would like to come backstage and meet along with autographs?” he said, his eyes looking back and forth between yours. Your eyes widen at his words, yours flicking between your two best friends in worry, they seem to be excited and happy to go with this man not even knowing if he’s actually a guard for the man who sold out this venue.
“Y/N, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, you have to say yes” your friend exclaimed excitedly, you sigh, knowing she’s right. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity, and you would be stupid to give it up.
“Ok, we’ll go,” you say, standing from your seat along with your friends and following the large man backstage, through the many corridor’s to Harry’s dressing room.
Gavin, stops outside of a door labeled ‘Dressing room 1’ before he knocks and opens the door and leads you inside the room, “Boss, i have the girls you asked me to find” the large man says, looking in the direction of the couches, you find harry dressed in a black hoodie, with ‘harry’ embroidered on the left side of his chest and in a pair of sweatpants. He looks so soft and cuddly.
Harry stands from the couch, making his way towards you a huge smile covering his mouth, his dimples popping out “Hi! I’m Harry,” he says, stopping in front of you holding out his hand.
“Hi, I’m Y/N, nice to meet you!,” you mutter shyly, shaking his hand before he greets your friends as well. Mitch and Sarah introduce themselves to you guys, then getting into a conversation with both of your friends, leaving you and Harry off to the side alone.
“So, i have a’question” He states, looking at your sparkling but timid eyes. You slightly nod your head, encouraging him to go on, “Was it good?” he asks you, a smirk playing on his pink lips, oh how kissable the look right this second.
Pulling your gaze away from his pink plump lips, you want to taste, your brows furrow at his words. Your eyes flick back and forth between his in search of what he was talking about. Realizing he was probably talking about his show you nod your head, “Yes, it was really good. I liked it!” your mutter shyly, your eyes looking away from his, feeling like he’s looking right through you.
“Really? What was it about?” he asks, making you super confused on what he was talking about. “I’m sorry, what are you talking about?” you question, your brows furrowed. Your eyes flick across his face, god, could he be more perfect?? His clear, tan skin, and his lashes, ugh no man needs lashes that long or perfect!!
“Your book” he says with a chuckle, his eyes flickering all over your face before landing back on your eyes, “Oh” you mutter, both of you chuckling as your cheeks blush. “Yeah, it was pretty good. I’m sorry if it was rude, but it calms me, and being in a crowd like that and being pushed around isn’t really my thing so i use it to calm myself.” you say, trying to assure him that you weren’t trying to be rude.
“It’s ok, I understand needing that escape.” he says, his hand resting on your forearm, sending sparks up your arm and down your spine. You give a shy smile, “So, how did you like the cover of ‘The Chain’?” he asks you.
You chuckle, “Do you want the honest truth?” you ask, as you shift on your feet, “Of course, lay it on me,’ he tells you confidently.
“Well for starters i’m just gonna say nothing can top the original, that's just facts. But i do have to give it to you, your version wasn’t too bad, and that’s coming from a Fleetwood Mac fan” you say, chuckling at the goofy smile that splays across his mouth.
“Well, thank you, y/n. That means a lot,” he smiles, you hold eye contact for a few minutes not saying anything just looking at him. You look down shyly, a blush coating your cheeks.
“i -” he clears his throat, “i have some posters and cd’s signed for you and your friends, um is there anything else you want signed or that i could get you?” he asks, stumbling over his words slightly.
“No, no that’s um, that’s perfect, thank you, Harry,” now you're the one stumbling over your words, making you blush even more than you already are.
“Hey, y/n?” y/bsf/n calls, making you turn around, stumbling over your feet and falling back into harry slightly. Luckly, his hand catches your hip and holds you in place, ‘Yeah?” you ask, eyes wide as you look between your friends, as they look between your wide eyes and harry’s hand on your hip.
“Uh, we should get going, it’s getting late” she says, clearing her throat in the middle of her sentence, nodding your pull away from Harry tuning back around to face him.
“It was really nice to meet you, Harry,” you tell him, holding your hand out to shake his but instead he pulls you into a hug. You hesitate before wrapping your arms around his middle as his are around your neck/shoulders.
“It was really nice to meet you, y/n. I hope you enjoyed the show, well, the parts you did see when you weren’t reading” he teases you, squeezing your shoulders before letting you go and grabbing the posters and cd’s for you and your friends. The girls say goodbye to him as you say goodbye to Mitch and Sarah, hugging them before Gavin walks you out of the venue and to your guys’ car, harry’s orders.
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Once you get home and your by yourself again, you get the urge that you need to look at the signed stuff harry gave you, and your urge was right:
Dear beautiful women who was reading during my show,
You are absolutely beautiful, thank you for coming to the show, I hope you had a great time!
I would love to get to know you, i don’t do this often, well at all actually. Here’s my number, if you feel the same way, *** *** ****
All the love - H
And that’s how you got Harry Styles’ number, all by reading to calm yourself down and him being intrigued by it.
