Megan and Harry One Shot for m3gzilla
The light wind softly tossed Megan's auburn brown hair across her face. She stood in the middle of the crowded park, her guitar slung around her neck. She always loved to sing and she was incredible at it, too. Music was one the one thing that has always been there for her, unlike some of the people in her life. No matter what happened, music was always there to comfort Megan and get her through rough patches.
Megan strummed her guitar vigorously, belting out the lyrics to one of her favorite songs. A good sized crowd started to form, circling around her. One in a while, a person or two would walk up and place some change in her guitar case. Though Megan greatly appreciated their tips, she wasn't in it for the money. She was there to show off her talent and enjoy herself. It was almost a coincidence that people enjoyed it enough to pay her.
The rhythm of the song ran through her body, like an electric current. There was something about singing in front of total strangers that gave Megan this sort of rush. It made her feel alive, like she was living in the moment. This feeling was one of the things that helped Megan build up the confidence to go out in front of people and sing.
Within the crowd, stood a tall, curly haired boy. He too had a special connection with music. As a kid, he would sing for his mother and sister and they would applaud and tell him how great he was. He grew up confident and sure of himself because of the encouragement of his family. When he was just 16 years old, he built up the courage to audition for the UK X-Factor and made it through. He was paired with 4 other boys around his age, became the band One Direction and finished in 3rd place, an amazing feat for such a young boy.
As Megan's song came to a close and cheers roared throughout the small park area, this cheeky boy couldn't help but wonder who she actually was. She was, without a doubt, amazing. Her voice hit all the high notes perfectly and anyone could tell that she had been playing the guitar for most of her life. He was completely and utterly captivated by her sound. He just had to talk to her.
Megan packed up her guitar with a huge smile on her face. She often did attract crowds, but never one as big as the one today. She was proud of herself, proud of the setlist she played and how confident she came off as.
She stood up and spun around, about to go back to her apartment, but walked directly into another body and fell to the ground. She groaned loudly, frustrated that people were so insensitive.
"I am so sorry! Here, let me help you," the curly haired boy's husky voice said, extending his hand to pull her up. Megan gladly excepted his offer and let him pull her up.
"Thanks," she said grumpily. The boy furrowed his eyebrows and stared at her. There was something about her that made him want to know more.
Megan was slow to realize who the boy standing in front of her was. His luscious, brown curls, adorable dimples and trademark green eyes were sure giveaways to his identity. None other than the Harry Styles stood before her.
"I'm Harry," he said, breaking the staring contest.
Megan laughed to herself. "I know, you're kind of famous," she said. Megan wasn't the kind of girl to get starstruck or freak out over a celebrity. They were just normal people like everyone else. She felt sort of bad for them, how they could barely walk around town without being stopped and begged for pictures or autographs. But that's just the price you have to pay to live your dream.
Harry laughed too, realizing how dumb it was to introduce himself. She obviously knew him. He was an international superstar for god sakes. Reality was, everyone knew him.
"Yeah, so is there some way I make it up to you for knocking you down? Say I have you over for dinner tonight?" he offered, smiling his cheeky grin.
"I think that would be a perfect way to repay me."
