Private Show - A Harry Styles Imagine
*Based on Private Show by Little Mix!
It was the night of the Brit’s, you and your bandmates had a huge performance opening the show. There’s was always pressure to do a great performance any time you performed, but opening an award show with millions of people and other amazing, talented artists watching in the audience added to it.
If the opening number wasn’t great, everyone would definitely be talking about it. You were in the car on the way to venue and to walk the red carpet. When the car arrives, one of the security guards helps you out of the car. As soon as you’re out of the car, you hear the fans waiting nearby screaming and chanting for you and your band.
You look over at them and wave to them before walking over to them. You smile and sign some things for them and take one group picture with everyone.
Harry had to admit that he was nervous going to the Brit’s that night. One Direction had been on their hiatus for over a year now and this would be his first appearance with the boys like this again and they all were focusing on their solo projects. He just hoped that the interviewers didn’t make it awkward by asking them if that meant they weren’t a band anymore or that they would no longer be coming back.
But he did have to admit that it was nice being back with the lads again. Even though they all kept in touch with texting and phone calls here and there, he missed actually being around them.
When the car arrived at the venue, Harry and the boys got out of the car and that instantly caused a massive chaos of screaming. It was official, they were back and Harry couldn’t remove the smile from his face even if he wanted too.
As he was walking along the red carpet, he noticed there was someone in a purple dress practically running behind them. He realized that it was you and that you were trying to catch up with your group.
“Sorry! Sorry!” You laughed as you were holding your dress.
“You going to a fire, there Y/N?” Niall jokes.
“Fuck off Niall!” You laugh looking back at him. When you turned your gaze back to look forward, you couldn’t help but catch eyes with Harry.
He gave you smile and you kept running before finally getting with your group to take pictures and do interviews.
This was it. The beginning of the show. You all were dressed in your outfit for the performance and you were warmed up. You were all set in place on the stage, you just had to wait for the curtain to come up and cameras to record.
“They’ve sold millions of albums. They have produced hit after hit. They’re also nominated for British Video, British Group, British Single, and British Album of the year. Everyone give it up for your first performance of the night Y/Band/Name!” They announce over.
The music starts, the curtain is pulled up, and you all hit your opening dance moves to the beat.
“We’re touchin’, we’re teasin, we don’t need a reason, I got a feeling that soon we’ll be leaving. Right from the get go, you had me at hello…can’t wait so let’s go.. cause you’re the only one who’s taking me home!” You sing out before belting out in the chorus.
One Direction was at the table near the stage and they were able to see the entire performance clearly. Even though there were four other girls on stage, plus all the back up dancers and lights etc in the background, Harry was only watching you.
You were very attractive and you were really talented. You two had met at other occasions before and had mutual friends, so he knew that you were really nice and funny. You were close friends with Niall, growing up near each other, so he knew a lot about you.
He had to admit that you would be his celebrity crush, if he were you know to have one. He always wanted to reach out and talk to you, but it never seemed like the right time, so maybe tonight would be the night.
You all had done it! You smashed the performance and won every category you were nominated for, except for the video one, which went to One Direction. You were already pretty tipsy when you all headed to the after party, but you didn’t care. Tonight had been a great night and you weren’t ready for it to end.
When you got to the party, you saw plenty of familiar faces. They all came up to you to congratulate you all and you would just smile. After about an hour of being there, you had to step out of the crowd for a bit and get a drink. While you were there, you noticed Harry standing near the bar talking with Ed and Bruno Mars.
He looked over and noticed you. He gave you a smirk and a nod, which caused you to blush. You had met Harry before and knew him though mutual friends, plus Niall talked about him all the time, so you felt like you knew him. You sort of maybe, had a crush on him.. or more than a crush… really.
When Harry had been talking to Ed and Bruno, he noticed you over at the bar. This was it, this was his time to make a move. It was now or never. So, he excused himself and went over to you.
“Hey, Y/N.” He smiled at you.
“Hey.” You smile. “How you been?”
“Good. You?” He asked.
“Great.” You smile.
“Speaking of great, you were amazing tonight and congrats on the wins.” He smiles.
“Thanks although, I’m a little bitter that you snagged our sweep of Brits.” you joke.
“Oh, well, what can I say?” he jokes. “But are you too bitter to dance with me?”
“Hm. I think I could put that aside for a bit.” You smile.
“Good.” He says taking your hand and pulling you out on the dance floor.
At first, it was just a bit of small talk and dancing, but as more and more songs started playing, the closer and more touchy feely you two got. At some point, your arms had made it around his neck and his around your waist. His face was inches from yours, you could feel his breath against yours.
You didn’t know if it was the drinks you had consumed that night, the high that you had been feeling that entire night, or if it was just because you had been waiting for this moment for a while now that made you so bold in what would happen next.
“Do you wanna get out of here?” You whispered.
“More than anything.” He mumbled before releasing your hips from his grip and taking your hand and pulling you through the crowd.
Harry didn’t even care about the paps that were outside snapping away that the two of you leaving together. All he could think about was getting out of there.
When his car pulled up, he helped you inside and shut the door. He waited until they were far from the paps before he leaned over to kiss you. You immediately responded to the kiss by putting your hands in his hair. He smirked a bit and pulled you close him, keeping his hands on your back.
Your leg was laying a bit awkwardly, so you kicked it over his leg to make yourself more comfortable, which got his attention. As he deepened the kiss, he ran his hands over your legs and up to the hem of your dress.
Once the car got to his house, you two pulled away from each other just long enough to get out of the car, into his house and shut the front door before you two were on each other again.
At this point, you went ahead and finished un buttoning the rest of his shirt and pushing both the shirt and the blazer he was wearing down his shoulders. He moaned against your lips when he felt you touching his chest and shoulders. He then removed his lips from yours and started kissing down your neck and pushing the straps of your dress down your shoulders.
“As much as I like where you’re going with this…” you breath out. “Maybe we should move this to the bedroom?”
He doesn’t say anything, he just kneels down, picking you up with your legs around his waist and carries you to his bedroom. By the time, you both made it there, your dressed had already been half unzipped and he finished the job once as soon as your feet touched the soft rug on the ground. You didn’t exactly care that your cute expensive dress was getting wrinkled by laying on the floor at that moment because all you could think about was how he was looking you up and down.
You took his distraction as an opportunity to push him down onto the bed, so that you could straddle him.
“Just so you know, we don’t have to go slow tonight… we can save that for a later time.” You smirk.
“Perfect…” He mumbles pulling in for a kiss.
Within seconds it seemed, the two of you were completely undressed and under the sheets. Even though, you told him not to go slow, he sure was taking his time with teasing you. You could feel the smirk on his lips on your thighs and you knew that he knew what he was doing.
A few minutes later, he finally reached in the drawer of the table near his bed to grab a foil wrapper. He quickly, but careful put the condom on and he looked down at you. You smirked up at him and flipped him over onto his back, before straddling him again that night.
What seemed like hours later, the two of you were entangled together as you were trying to slow your breathing. You both were covered in sweat and you were pretty sure there love bites all over each of your bodies. Harry’s hands were caressing your back and you were laying on his chest.
“Well, that was fun.” you giggle.
He laughed. “That was fucking amazing.”
“I try…” You joke flipping your hair to the side.
He laughed again kissing your head. “I want to cook you breakfast in the morning.” He whispered.
“Is that your way of asking me to stay, Harold?” You giggle.
“And if it was?” He asked.
“Then I would say yes.” You smile.
“And what about if I wanted to take you out for dinner?” He asked.
“Are you asking me out for a date?” You say sitting up.
He blushes a bit and nods. “Yeah…I mean if you want too. Or if you just want this thing between us to be a one time thing… I’d uh understand…”
“Actually, I’d love to go to dinner with you and I don’t want this to be a one time thing… “ You whisper.
“Good, because neither to do I.” He smiles leaning up to kiss you.
You smile into the kiss before pulling away and laying your head back down on his chest. He kisses your head and cuddles closer to you before the two of you close your eyes and fall asleep.