Here for the vibes

Y/BFF/N had always known how big of a fan Y/N is of Harry, or H from what Florence calls him. There’s been times in serious conversations that they have that Y/N just had to slip in a Harry lyric or her not being able to hear the knocks on the trailer due to the volume she has Harry playing. 

Harry has been obsessed with Y/N’s work. He thinks she is such a powerful actress with great intention behind each scene and he can’t help but love her pretty face. When he found out that Florence was friends with Y/BFF/N and you two were well acquainted, Harry couldn’t help but wonder if Flo was going to bring you both. 

All of that leads to Y/N being at her favorite artist’s show in her favorite weather and one of the best things she’s ever worn. Florence has been kind enough to loan her a midnight blue dress that ended right before the knee that she paired with black fleece lined tights and classic converse with a nice jacket from her latest for warmth. Y/BFF/N was in a black trousers, Florence’s Love On Tour shirt, and a blazer while Florence opted for a black Pleasing crewneck over a floral Midi Dress and a pair of docs. 

Her outfit wasn’t anything out of the ordinary but it was just the fact that she’s wearing during this monumental time that makes it her favorite. 

They all watched Koffee open in awe. She just has this big appreciation for music. Music just digs and there's always a song for every situation. She thinks that this very moment is definitely a What A Feeling moment. Y/N is in awe. It's all so incredible and obscene. 

When Harry entered on stage, Florence laughed at how Y/N immediately froze, mesmerized by the shirtless man on stage. 

Y/N couldn’t help but look at his abs, how defined they are and how they would feel under her nails. 

Harry could feel her eyes on him and he liked it. Even though he was too shy to make eye contact just yet, he decided to put on a show. Shimmering his hips and being a little extra bold to make Y/N’s time worthwhile. 

“Boa Noite, Brazil! I am Harry and I’m here to entertain you for the next 90 minutes. I hope you have fun and feel safe to be who you are. Te Amo Brazil!” he said as he made his way towards Y/n’s side of the stage. 

“I have a few friends here tonight, can we give them a warm welcome?” Harry said as the  crowd cheered.

“Alright! That's enough!” Harry continues to repeat as Florence, Y/N, and Y/BFF/N wave as they are projected onto the big screens briefly. 

Harry continued the show and focused a lot of attention onto Y/N’s side of the stage. He couldn’t stray away from her beauty and was feeling bold, giving her a wink as well as blowing her a kiss during Love of My Life. He thought that she was beautiful and it made him want to pause and stare.

He did exactly that during Watermelon Sugar. Y/N couldn’t help but blush. HIs dance moves were exaggerated and little does she know, it's all for her. Florence and Y/BFF/N were amused the whole show. Flo knew how Harry felt and filled Y/BFF/N in on it. They just can’t wait to see it all unfold. 

Harry thanks his fans one last time before doing the whale at the end of Kiwi.As he rushes backstage, Florence grabs Y/N’s wrist and does the same.

She was confused but still followed her. Why are we going backstage, she thought.

Well it turns out that she actually said that outloud and Florence had to explain how H wanted to go out after the show, completely abnormal for him on tour. 

They all see Harry backstage, still on his adrenaline high, and he runs to give Flo a bone shattering hug. He shakes Y/BFF/N’s  hand and introduces himself before yours.

“Hi. I’m Harry. I hoped you enjoyed the show,” he giggled, feeling a spark as your skin touched his,”I’m a really big fan of yours,” He paused and furrowed his brows before letting out a breathy laugh and apologizing for how that may come off as creepy. 

“Don’t worry about it,” Y/N smiled, “I found it endearing. And thank you for having me. You were incredible up there.”

“You should be more worried about letting Y/N backstage, she’s a crazy big fan. LOVES your work,” Y/BFF/N said, earning a playful swat on the arm from you.

Blood immediately rushed to her cheek and she heard Harry’s cheeky laugh. 

“Is that right?” Harry asked with a cheshire cat smile, “My ego would love to hear all about it later tonight if you’re going out with us.”

Y/N looked at Florence and she had a ‘I told you so’ look on her face. 

“Yeah. Why not, ” she said as everyone else cheered. 

Harry had somehow convinced her to ride with him. She didn’t think that it would mean that he would drive. Florence and Y/BFF/N ended up driving the car they all took to the concert to the bar on the other side of town, so it was just her and Harry.

“You may be good on stage but I can’t say the same on the road” Y/N said in a serious tone that Harry knew was the complete opposite. 

With an playfun offended look on his face, “Oi! Give me a break! I just gave you a show and I'm driving you around an unfamiliar city.” 

“All I hear are excuses,” Y/N exclaimed, shrugging her shoulders and getting out of the parked car. 

Harry’s hand falls on her lower back as they make their way inside. Everyone had already gotten there. Harry got lost a few times, even with GPS. They make their way to the table before Harry asks what she wanted from the bar. Y/N went with her usual, a dry martini. 

She had gotten lost in her conversation with Sarah and didn’t even notice that Harry was back with their drinks and had been staring at her. Everyone else at the table noticed, so they thought it was a good time to play pool and darts in the back. 

As Sarah said her goodbyes and headed to the back with Mitch, Y/N looked over at Harry to see that his eyes were already on her. She blushed but also noticed that the beautiful man in front of her only had chips and what seems to be a club soda in front of him. 

“You’re not drinking tonight,” Y/N asked. 

“I don’t usually drink while touring. Just try to concentrate on being the best version of myself every night. I need to take care of myself so that I can give them the best every night, ” Harry explained.

“That’s actually very sweet,” Y/N said as she sipped her drink. She found it charming how much he cared and saw it earlier that night. “Why did you even want to go out tonight then?” she asked.

“Why not!” he laughed. 

“So you just wanted to go out to a random bar in a completely different country after stealing the hearts of thousands at your stadium show?’’ she chuckled. 

“Yup! Though I only wanted to steal the heart of one person in the crowd,” Harry said, leaning into the table to get closer to Y/N with his fingers folded. 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah. They may or may not be right in front of me,” Harry whispered. He just wanted to put how he felt on the table to see what happens. You only live once. 

“Interesting,” Y/N said, taking another sip of her drink, feeling an extra boost of confidence. She whispered into his ear, leaving HArry stunned. She walked towards the exit before Harry let out a breathy laugh. He  said goodbye to their friends, telling them that Y/N wasn’t feeling well and that he was going to take her back to her hotel since he was the most sober one, and quickly followed her out of the door. 

As believable as Harry thought his little white lie was, Florence, Y/BFF/N, and the rest of the band placed a bet on how long they will continue what they started that night for before they start dating. 

As everyone got their final drink for the night, ”Let’s all cheers to Y/N and Harry,” FLorence suggested. 

“Indy! Get over here,” looking over at Greta who is seated at the head of the table,”I think working with my best friend might be more exciting than working with you,” I said, giggling like a toddler who is up to no good. 

As I pull her into a hug, I hear Chris Evans whisper, “I thought they don’t know each other and are just big fans of one another.”

I met Indy in elementary school and we have been inseparable ever since. We kept in touch even when she went to a different middle and high school across town. We would hang out whenever we can and one night during freshman year, she came over to my house since my mom was out of town and my siblings moved out. She brought a joint with her and it was both our first time smoking weed. I thought it would be brilliant to voice record us high and listen to it the next morning. 

It's safe to say that words were said. Being the theatre kids and fire signs that we are, we came up with a master plan of fooling the media. The deal was that once we made it as actors we were going to  lie to everyone and say how big of a fan of each other we are. Little do they know we have been best friends since the age of 10. Surprisingly, no one has thought otherwise until today. 

I giggle to that as Indy whispers into my ears,”I’m sorry. He’s here”, she whispers with a sorrowful look on her face as she pulled away.

I was still smiling even if I was a bit confused, fake it til you make it, I remind myself. I hear Greta asking everyone to take a seat. As I looked for my name and seat, I noticed a name for the seat beside me, Harry Styles. 

So this was what Indy was sorry for. 

Taking a deep breath, I reached for my chair, only for Harry to beat me to it and pulled it out for me. I looked into those eyes and I feel like how I did 10 years ago and I never wanted for it to change. 

Unfortunately for me, lIfe had other plans. I haven’t spoken to him once in the past 8 years but he follows me everywhere. At a bar, where I am trying to drink away our memories, his song comes on. In the car, where I find what little peace I have, his songs come on the radio. I can’t avoid him when I'm grocery shopping either, the tabloids love him as much as the people I pass by on the streets do. 

For a split second, I forget about everything that happened, or should I say didn’t happen, in the past 8 years. It was like we were just H and Em. We'd go on long car rides in the middle of the night with no destination in sight. He would make me laugh with his stupid joke that never made much sense. I was the big spoon to his little spoon.

I snapped out of it and took a seat when he gave me a tight lipped smile. When he use to do that, it was a sign that he was nervous or anxious. I wonder if it still means the same thing. I returned with a genuine smile as I took my seat. 

There are a lot of incredible actors in the room, including Timothee Chalamet who is in nearly everything that Greta works on, for good reason of course. I admire how much emotion he can put into a role. 

He gives me a soft wave as I smile at him. He, as well as Chris who is chatting with  Indy, has to be one of the most genuine people I’ve ever talked to so fair in this industry. His take on any topic is so refreshing and I always tell him how he should write a book. 

“Good afternoon everyone!,”Greta said excitedly,”Thank you for all being here and taking the role. I am so excited to work with each and every one of you and to see you all put my vision to life!” 

Everyone cheers, Harry stands up and starts clapping and everyone follows. 

Giggling, she said,”Thank you guys but that enough,” and everyone sits back down once again. “I would like to introduce to you all officially, Ms. Emery Jade as the lead and accompanying her on screen as her love interest is Mr. Harry Styles!”

Harry and I awkwardly stand up as everyone cheers and we clap for each other. To everyone, besides Indy, we are perfect strangers, let's hope we can keep that act. 

She continues on with introductions and the rest of the table read becomes a blur. Thankfully it seems like I managed to write some notes down. 

“Thank you guys so much again! I’m very excited about this project and I hope you are too. Rehearsal begins next Monday, you should already have the schedule in your email. That’s it for today. Stay safe everyone,” Greta announces.

 Everyone gets up and begins to exit the room. Indy making her way towards me, I notice Harry talking to Greta. 

“You wanna have some drinks and talk about this?” Indy asked as she adjusts the tote on her shoulder. 

“Yes please. Just come straight to mines. I have everything you need there and with how today went, you’ll be in no state to drive” I said after relieving a sigh. 

She nods before her cell phone starts ringing and tells me she’ll meet me there. 

I wave a goodbye to Greta, who’s gathering her things. I reach for the door handle, but realized Harry already had  his hand on it when I felt the warmth and electricity travel from his hand to mine’s. Funny how that feeling hasn’t left after all these years.

I look up at him with a smile and he nods. I thanked him in the elevator that we quickly got into. I could tell that the silence was making him uncomfortable, even after all this time.

“Congratulations. I’ve seen some of your work,” he pauses,”It’s good. Actually more than good”

This lack of confidence and nervousness takes me back to the first time we met. It takes me back to the moment where the lines between friends or more. The stolen glances, tiny touches that feel more than what they were intended to be. 

“Thank you,” I said with a slightly nervous laugh, “you’ve been up to a lot yourself! You’re music’s beautiful, Harry. I’m glad the world gets to experience your talent”

“ You listen to my music?” He said, looking as stunned as ever, “thank you, but I never thought about you knowing about it”. He tried to save his shock with a shy chuckle but he knows that Y/N knows him better than that.

“You don’t just stop listening to a voice like that” I said with a smile. It’s true though, that voice has gotten me to do way more than I am proud to admit but he doesn’t need to know that.

While Mrs. Taylors is still writing down notes from the last duo, I turn to see that his eyes are already on me. Meeting his eyes, I whispered, “A trick that I do before every audition and show is to breathe in for 4 seconds, hold it for 4 seconds, breathe out another 4. I do it 4 times. It might help.”

Flashing me a Cheshire cat smile, “Thank you. This is my first time doing anything like this. I am in way over my head,” chuckling at the end. 

He has an accent, I thought, how is he going to audition for the role of an American dad if he, from my guesses, is british. Shaking that thought, I asked smiling, “How about we do it together while she finishes up those notes?”.

He nods while holding eye contact with me the entire time. Before I could get lost inside those eyes, I started counting the seconds with my fingers,feeling more nervous than I usually do.

Right as we finished, Mrs. Taylors said, “Slate and begin when you’re ready.”

Taking my last deep breath, I looking into Mrs. Taylors eyes before projecting nice and clear, “I am Emery Jade and I will be auditioning for Jodie, the mom.”

Still maintaining eye contact, I hear my partner next to me say, “Hello, my name is Harry Styles and I will be auditioning for the role of Jim, the Dad.”

Starting college was a culture shock for him. He’s in a completely different country, and he’s in a world now that has always been shielded away from him by his parents. He is around good people who can influence him to succeed and people that can drag him down with them. It was utterly shocking at first to be in a class with a mix of those people, good guys and bad guys. 

Luckily for him, he had his older sister to guide him through it. She had been in his shoes before and being four years his senior, Cecilia, who Harry often called Cece, was there to reassure him and help him whenever he needed. She helped him get all set up for college and constantly wanted to gently push him to get out there and experience the world for what it is. 

Harry appreciated that Cece was looking out for home, but he still wanted to move at his own pace. So, he stayed very focused on work after the major life switch. He knew that he needed to get out there, like his sister suggested frequently, but  he needed to be comfortable in his new environment first. He talked to his peers that he sat around in lectures, asking questions and making slight comments.

 After one of the lectures, Evan, who was seated behind him, tapped Harry on his shoulder. They had chatted a numerous of time with Evan and Harry being in the same major and having a lot of the same courses. “Hey man. I’m having a party at my frat tomorrow night, you are more than welcome to come,”Evan said as he was packing up his belongings. 

“O-Okay yeah I’d love to go,” Harry said, deciding to just go for it. He had been to a few small parties with his sister before but it was nothing as grand as a frat party. He’s heard of some crazy story. 

“Great, here give me your number and I’ll text you the address.”

They exchanged numbers and said goodbye.

Three Hours Later

Slamming his textbook shut, he could not believe that he agreed to go to a frat party. He understands that it's usual college culture to attend those types of events and to have a little fun here and there, but a small part of him is conflicted since it's against everything he’s been taught. It felt wrong when he took his first sip of alcohol after leaving. It was hard trying to get past that guilt, but day by day it gets easier as he reminds himself how wrong everything was. 

Going to the party will bring an overwhelming amount of guilt but he knows it’ll be worth it in the long run and that he needs to take this step to pop the bubble that he grew up in. 

As he gets ready for bed, Cecilia called him. She usually called him once a week just to check up on him. They have always been pretty close and honestly he really needed his sister at that moment. 

“Hey Cece. How are you?” He said, words rushing out of his mouth. 

“Well hello H! I’m doing great, busy,” she said giggling,”Are you alright though, you seem distraught.”

He went on to explain to her the predicaments that he was in and how he was feeling. Talking to her always made him feel good. She validated his feelings and seems to always know the answer to everything.

“H, you’re gonna be fine. You had fun at those parties I took you to right?” He nodded. “Just promise me you’ll have fun and you find your way towards a pretty girl, and shes flirts with you then shoot your shot. Remember what I taught you okay” Cecillia said as Harry blushed. 

He went to bed that night feeling more at ease. 

The Next Evening

He walks through the doors of the frat house and is hit with the smell of alcohol and weed. He only recently found out what weed smells like. Looking around the room, Harry spotted Evan, who was next to a guy that he’d see him around campus with often. Evan motioned for Harry to come over and he weaved his way through the crowd and gave Evan a smile before he finally made it to them.

“Styles there you are! I was looking around for you. Thought you weren’t about to show.” Evan said drunkenly. 

“I wouldn’t miss my first real frat party,” he said to Evan before turning to who he assumed was Evan’s friend and introducing himself to him. 

“I’m Steven by the way, Evan's boyfriend. You are literally a Greek god, how is this your first frat party,” he said in disbelief. 

Masking his shock in all the information he just learned, he blushed at the complement. Looks weren’t a big thing growing up and it was somewhat frowned upon to simply find someone attractive. He couldn’t have crushes. He could only have one when he’s married and the wife that was arranged by his parents. He knew that he was better looking then the other boys because he could feel the stare that girls would give him shyly at his high school but needless to say he was shocked and speechless.

“Thank you and I’m new to this scene so I think I’ll nurse a beer and observe,” He said chuckling, a habit he picked up to cope with his nervousness.

“I get it, it's a lot to take in. I’ll be around if you need anything,” Evan said sincerely, “Beers are in the kitchen, through that hallway and to the left.”

Harry nods before maneuvering himself around before making his way to the kitchen. He failed to notice all the girls' eyes on him since he entered the house. Then again he was taught to never really notice all of that. 

As he approached the kitchen, he bumped into a girl with beautiful locks of hair. He looked up and noticed her shining eyes and said,” Sorry about that. There are sure a lot of people here, aren't there.”

As she smiled to what he said, Harry thought about how beautiful that smile was and how it gave him butterflies, a feeling he’s never felt before. He can’t help to send her a smirk to accompany her smile. 

“It’s fine, don't worry about it. I’m Y/N. How come this is my first time seeing you?” she said chuckling, the eye contact that he is keeping is intimidating and is making her nervous. 

“I’m Harry and I’ve never really been into the party scene to say the least,” He said as he sipped the beer he just opened from the cooler, not wanting to scare her away with a long explanation about how he’s new and the guilt he’s feeling for attending and for what he thinks is his first crush.

“This isn’t my scene either if I’m being honest. I’m just trying to put myself out there you know? Get some social interaction. My friend, Steven, said it'll be good for me,” she said.

“Steven as in Evan’s boyfriend?”, Y/N nodded,” No way Evan invited me here tonight. He sits behind me in my calculus class,” He said excitedly.

They go back and forth about how small the world is and joke around many topics. She loved how attentive he was to everything she said and he loved how she listened to him and would always show that she was paying attention by adding to what he was saying. They both made each other feel seen and heard. Conversation flowed easily between the two. 

As Y/N was laughing, Harry couldn’t help but to tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear. It was a bold move for him but he did it before he could get the chance to overthink his actions.

Y/N froze as she was shocked by his sweet little gesture but quickly relaxed and leaned into his touch. Feeling a bit dreamy, she can't tell if it's from the mix drink she had or if it was Harry’s charm. She was glad that she went tonight. Harry was like a breath of fresh air compared to all the guys she’s talked to. 

“You’re pretty,” She said while smiling and staring into his green eyes, her new favorite color. 

Harry blushed and said,”Shouldn’t I be the one to tell you that?” before leaning down to her ears and whispering,” Thank you love, you are quite gorgeous yourself.” He smirked at her as he came back up. He is really just doing and saying what he feels like. He doesn’t know how to do whatever it is he is, so he figured genuinity could never go wrong. 

He not only finds her attractive physically but he is blown away by her brain. She is incredibly brilliant, he found out she was studying law, and is so well spoken as well as charming and funny. He could be in a room with everyone in the world, but he’d only want to listen to her. 

Y/N was shocked once again, but she pulled his head down to hers, nose brushing.

“Yeah?'' she said.

“Yeah,” he said, grinning. 

They both flicker their eyes between each other's eyes and lips. Y/N couldn’t take it anymore, the tension had been too thick. “Is it okay if I kiss you?” she asked in a slow whisper.

“Yeah ple-” He said as he was cut off by her lips on his. They felt so soft, so plumped, and so right. He could never go back with her. He weirdly saw her in his future. He had kissed other girls since leaving, but those kisses felt nothing like how she feels. 

Y/N felt similarly as his lips crashed back on hers as she separated for air. Their tongues fought for dominance and Harry won. She wrapped her arms around his neck and subconsciously grasped his hair which caused him to groan. Harry was taken back by his own reaction, but Y/N loved it and wanted to know what else would trigger something like that again. She would do anything to feel how Harry made her feel daily if she could. 

They both know that they’ll never get enough of each other. Normally that would scare Y/N away but she felt so at home, so safe with his arms wrapped around her and moving up and down her back. 

As he moved down to her neck, completely lost in her, Y/N remembered that they were in a frat kitchen. No one really paid attention to them, but she would like to have some privacy. “W-would you l-ike to go somew-where else?” She said breathlessly. She felt him nod against her neck and she took his hand and they pushed towards the door. He would follow her to the end of the Earth at this point. 

Glancing at the door, Evan said,”Knew it. You owe me a twenty,” giving his partner a big ol smile. 

“I knew they would get along well, but I just didn’t think either of them had it in them to move that fast,” Steven said as he pulled out a crisp twenty dollar bill out of his wallet. 

“From what we know, they don’t seem like one night stand people, so this is gonna blossom beautifully. You can see it in the way they look at each other, how protective he is of her and how much she makes him smile.” Evan explained. 

“You creep,” Steven said, slapping his arm,”I think you’re right about them though. You love playing cupid, don’t you?”