"Good luck Babe." You grab Harry's hands and squeeze them tightly. He hovers over you. His eyes search yours for reassurance. He gives you a nervous smile. "You got this Harry. You're going to go out there and perform and have the time of your life while doing it."

"I got this."

"Yep. You got this. You are Harry Styles after all." He chuckles, an uneasy grin on his lips.

You feel the butterflies in your stomach when you hear Mitch and the rest of the band starting to warm up. "Harry Styles, pretty, narcissistic, bestselling artist, sex machine, Harry Styles." You scoff at his words hitting him playfully on the chest.

"Go out there and kill it. I'm going to go to my seat." You kiss his lips quickly. He attempts to shake his nerves out by jumping up and down as you walk away.

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The lights dim down to darkness and "Only Angel" starts to play. The screams of fans fills your ears as you smile at the sound. Your Harry comes running out on stage, and the show begins.

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Harry peers throughout the crowd, determined to find you. Like magnets, your eyes find his wandering ones, both latching on and not letting go.

A dimpled smile appears on Harry's face. Soon, you are grinning from ear to ear also. He laughs slightly. "This next song," he points towards your direction. "Is for you." You look down quickly to the ground, pulling a piece of hair behind your ear.Your heart overflows with happiness and affection for him.