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In a society where you pass out when in the presence of your soulmate, Harry falls unconscious during one of his concerts.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” Y/N asks over the phone, “I feel bad being here when you were supposed to be here, too.”
Her friend, Ronnie, laughs over the line, “I didn’t know I was gonna meet my soulmate, did I? Don’t worry, really, Y/N, when you pass out from this it’s not bad. I woke up like half an hour later and now her and I are just cuddling on the couch and recovering together.”
Y/N’s heart swells with happiness for her friend, but also a slight jealousy, “Is she nice, your soulmate?”
Ronnie giggles, “She’s perfect, which is expected for me to say since we we’re literally born to be together.”
“So, the passing out didn’t hurt?” Y/N asks once more.
There’s another little laugh coming from someone else on the other side, who Y/N can only assume is Ronnie’s soulmate, well, also girlfriend, now. That’s the thing about soulmates, you find each other, and you know you’re around your soulmate when you get a bit dizzy, then eventually pass out. There’s a lot of theories why it’s like that, some saying it’s the sudden rush of oxytocin and dopamine from your bodies finally being close to one another, and others say it’s just plain magic, fate, you could also say. After you find your soulmate, you can decide what to do from there. Most start dating, some get to know each other a bit before doing anything, others get married on the spot.
And some leave their soulmates. Some people hate the system, hate that they’re destined to be with someone and don’t have the freedom to pick. It’s nothing societal or an economical kind of thing; It’s purely just our nature.
“Just have fun at the concert,” Ronnie tells her, “And send me lots of videos and stuff, yeah?”
“Have fun!” She bids finally, then hanging up the phone.
As Y/N hangs up the phone slowly, her adrenaline was peaked. She was so excited to get to her seat and just bask in the energy, the low murmur of bubbling anxiety yet pure happiness at the fact that they’re all about to be in the same room as Harry Styles. Yet, she was feeling so nervous. She didn’t have pit tickets, but she had floor seats, a bit closer to b-stage. So, the two songs he sings there, she’d be cherishing like no other. She gets a security guard to point to her seat, since the arena is so vast and so many people are already filling it up. After she’s seated, she sits and waits as patiently as possible. She nods along to some of the preshow songs playing, then when the opening act comes on, she actually stands up and sings along.
Harry had picked really good opening acts this year, and Y/N had studied up on this particular one before she got here. Though, as the singer went off stage, her heart was about to soar from her chest. She watched as the stage teams changed the set up from the opening things to Harry’s set up, then lowered the screen and began playing the Rubik’s cube. That fucking Rubik’s cube.
Playing nervously with her fingers, chipping her emerald nail polish a bit, there’s just more and more waiting. This was the one thing she hated about concerts; How the artists build it up until you’re about ready to burst.
Then, just as she was zoning out looking at her lap, the screams erupted. They practically make her deaf everytime she hears them. Her head shoots up, seeing everyone else standing up, so she quickly follows. The screen rises, Only Angel begins playing… and there he is.
“Hey!” He exclaims, jumping around stage as Only Angel truly begins, and Y/N feels her heart skip a beat and her mind spin.
Or maybe her mind actually does spin. The next second, she’s gripping the seat in front of her as to not fall, eyes closing tight as she feels a rush of blood from her head, eye sight going fuzzy briefly.
Harry finds himself stumbling a bit on stage, brows furrowing in confusion as his vision flashes black for a second and his head pounds, making him lose his footing. He brushes it off quickly though, sending a small smile to the crowd to laugh it off. That was definitely odd.
As the show progresses, Y/N really tries to enjoy herself, but she feels her headache becoming worse, seeing little black stars as she looks around, hearing her heart beat in her ears. It gets to a point where she just holds herself still for a couple minutes, lightly swaying as to not move herself too much in hopes she’ll feel better. It doesn’t do much. Her cheeks are red as she continuously tells this fan beside her that she’s alright, embarrassed by the fans concern. She’s a 20 year old woman about to pass out at a Harry Styles concert.
When Harry begins his run to B-Stage, he tries to talk to the fans, he really does, but he proper stumbles up the stairs to the second stage, having to close his eyes to take a breather. The fans were noticing his discomfort, too, alarming to them and to Harry as he was a pretty healthy man. He shouldn’t be passing out suddenly when he does this every single night, perfectly fine.
He’s glad they start with Sweet Creature on B-Stage, because he’s sure his fingers couldn’t move properly right now. Though, as he scans the crowd, slowly beginning the first lines to the song, it feels as though his entire world stops. His breath hitches in his throat, suddenly not singing a word, eyes locked on one person in the crowd, a woman. Her eyes have met his, too.
But then, it’s black for both of them, their bodies both crumbling to the ground as they fall unconscious. The last thing either heard was the scared screams from fans around the arena.
“What the fuck do you mean ‘he just passed out’?” Jeff exclaims, “Get him to the hospital, you idiots! Do you understand who he-“
“There’s more,” Mitch, Harry’s guitarist, pipes up shyly, “I was beside him when it happened.”
“Then what fucking happened, Mitch?” Jeff sighs, looking over to his unconscious curly haired friend on the couch backstage. He still thinks they should be rushing him to the hospital, but everyone in the band was saying something different happened, something he needed to know. He just wished someone would tell him.
Mitch glances at the other band members before finally admitting, “Harry was looking through the crowd, he’d been stumbling all night practically, we all saw it, but then he just, he locked in on this one woman in the crowd, then dropped. She went down, too.”
Jeff furrows his brows, scoffing, “So, you’re trying to tell me…”
“Soulmate,” Sarah quips, “We think it’s Harry’s soulmate.”
That’s a surprise. After touring country after country and doing it for years on end in One Direction, Harry and Jeff had kind of lost hope of the man ever meeting his mate, the one he’s truly meant to be with. So yeah, this was shocking. It’s quiet, then Jeff slowly speaks, “Then, where is she?”
The band scurries off quickly towards the stage some, before they have the security come back, one of the guards holding a woman bridal style, her head lump on his chest as she definitely is out cold, limbs limp in the security’s arms as her chest moving with her breaths is the only indication she’s alive.
“Well, fuck,” Jeff breathes, looking at the girl. This could change everything. “How do we wake them up?”
Y/N’s nose twitches a bit in her sleep, a little sniffle coming from her as she shifts into her side, cuddling more into the pillow that was lying beside her. It’s a very hard pillow, and very warm, and it smells really good. Her brows furrow, eyes slowly fluttering open as she halfhearteldy inspects what she’s lying on. At first glance, she sees the white cotton, then some fluffy duvets pulled over a pair of legs clad in grey sweats, the t-shirt ridden up a bit at the hip to reveal tan skin and the beginnings of a leaf stem. She closes her eyes and temporarily falls back asleep, before she realizes what she’d just seen.
Her eyes blow wide then, jumping back from the person, a small yelp leaving her lips. This awakes the person, and in all honesty, it takes her less than a second to identify them: Harry Styles. Her breathing stops, and she watches as he was jolted awake from her noise, eyes shooting open in alertness before squinting at the bright light of the room. Then, he’s looking over at her.
“Woah,” He says, sitting up and backing up some, “Who are you?”
Y/N pants slightly, still a bit startled, “I-I’m Y/N, and I know this must look so weird, me being in your bed, but I’m just as confused as you are.”
Harry scoffs, looking to his lap as he tries to think over everything, “I-I’m supposed to be at a concert right now… Why am I-“ It’s all slowly coming back to him then.
“I know!” Y/N defends herself, “I was at that concert! I swear, I have no idea what I’m even doing here, I was feeling bad at the concert, so it’s not like I would’ve signed up t-to come back to your hotel or some-“ She’s begin rambling, her cheeks heating up as she recognizes this.
“Hey, Hey,” Harry calms her, hand gently settling on hers, “Just take a deep breath, yeah? I believe you.”
He nods, “I do, because I think I know why you’re here.”
His green eyes meet hers, “I think we’re soulmates.”
That’s a bit crazy, just a bit coo-coo for Y/N. Her? Soulmate to Harry Styles? She giggles at that, a sound Harry can’t deny makes his chest flood with some sort of… pure feeling, like it inflated him. “You’re not… I can’t be your soulmate,” She says.
Harry frowns, looking at the, admittedly, beautiful woman, “Why not? Do you already-“
“No, no,” She laughs nervously, “It’s just that you’re Harry Styles. Do you get what I’m saying?”
It’s silent for a bit, before Y/N stands up with a deep sigh. Her mind is still spinning, but in a different way now. And there’s this tugging in her chest, a very very needy desire scratching at her from the isndie out, begging her to go back to bed and lie with him, to hold him, to be wrapped up by him. But he’s a stranger right now, and he’s Harry Styles. It’s just not going to work out.
“Hey, hey, wait,” Harry exclaims, jumping up and walking to her. “We both fainted at the concert, and I don’t know about you, and I really hope this doesn’t come off as creepy, but… I-I just want to be with you?” It comes out as a question. It sounds insane. It’s irrational, because they’ve just met. But Harry says it. He says it because it feels right.
She turns to look at him, “You want to be with me?”
“We were made for each other,” Harry breathes, chuckling softly, eyes glancing to his feet before back at her. This was the one time in his life where he couldn’t hold eye contact, her gaze so penetrating and deep, and Harry felt that if he looked at her too long, he might kiss her right then.
She nods slowly, “Can I just see something?”
Harry quickly agrees, “Yes, yes.”
With a small giggle at his reaction, eliciting a smile from him, she gently reaches out and takes his hand in hers, feeling her heart rate speed up just from their skin touching. Then, their fingers interlock, Harry pulling her closer until his hand can slide up her arm, then under it to wrap around her back, pulling her body against his. It’s like a breath of fresh air as her arms loop around his neck, his arms tight around her middle as he buries his face in her neck, breathing in her scent.
Y/N can’t help the giggles that spill from her lips, holding him even closer.
“Why are you giggling, sweet?” Harry mumbles fondly, kissing her shoulder gently before pulling away to look at her.
A small shiver runs up her spine from his touch, her hand cupping his face as she looks at him, “Feels right.”
Harry grins, “It does, doesn’t it?”
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