I let out a huge sigh of nervousness as I straightened out my red dress. It was my first time making an appearance on the Late Late Show with James Corden, and I was freaking out.
In my short career as an actress, interviews have become my new norm. The overwhelming amount of uneasiness that would present itself before every press conference, convention, etc. has eased up incredibly. So why was I so anxious about this particular appearance?
Because the love of my life, also known as Harry freaking Styles, was going to be seated inches away from me on the same couch.
As a long time fan of One Direction, this was like a dream come true. But that’s exactly all it was suppose to be. A dream. Now this dream is becoming a reality, except my hands are sweating like crazy and my heart feels like it’s being a thousand miles an hour. Please, God, let me make it out of this alive.
“..Two-time Oscar nominee, the ever-so stunning, Y/N Y/L!”
I wiped any trace of nervousness off my face as I made my way onto the stage after stopping to greet some of the fans. The amount of support that was shown always left me in awe.
“It’s so good to see you!” James said as we embraced.
“You too, thanks for having me!” I replied as we pulled away.
“…Here for his week-long residency, the devilishly handsome, Harry Styles!”
He walked out in a floral suit with a grin on his face as he greeted fans before making his way to the stage. His rings glinted in the stage lights as he ran his hand through his soft-looking chocolate hair. He looks like a whole snack, AAAAAHHHHHH!
Play it cool, play it cool, I mentally chanted as he embraced me in a hug.
“Nice to meet you,” he said after pulling away.
“You too,” I replied, and I could only hope that I wasn’t grinning too hard.
“So, Y/N, word has it that you were a huge fan of One Direction, is that true?” James asks as we get settled on the couch.
“Depends, why’re you asking?” I ask cautiously, causing the audience to laugh. I see Harry smirk a little out of the corner of my eye.
“No reason, no reason,” James says with a mischievous look in his eye. “But, now that you’ve asked..” he said as he turned his attention to the screen.
“I’m so sorry,” I apologized in advance.
“Why are you apologizing, I haven’t even played the clip yet!”James laughed.
I shook my head before responding. “I just know that whatever’s about to play is going to be so painfully embarrassing, and possibly traumatic, to everyone here.”
“This is gonna be interesting,” Harry spoke up beside me, resulting in another round of laughter from the audience.
The screen showed a 17-year-old me getting ready in the morning. My hair was wrapped in a bonnet and I wore a fuzzy blue bathrobe as I sang along to Over Again into my toothbrush, occasionally stopping to brush.
“Oh my goodness,” I mumbled with an embarrassed smile as I remembered the video that my brother secretly took of me. I covered my face with my hands as 17-year-old me continued to sing horribly while making dramatic hand gestures.
“Is it over?” I asked sheepishly as I heard James and the audience laughing beside me. I looked over to see Harry with a finger on his lips in an attempt to hold back his laughter. My face would have been as red as a tomato if it weren’t for my melanin. Thank God.
“I, for one, thought that was quite adorable,” Harry said after the laughter died down. Again, thank God for my melanin.
I turned around and was surprised to see Harry. The show had just ended and I had gotten changed out of my dress and into something casual.
“Hey, great performance out there! I love the album,” I said as he made his way towards me. I hope that didn’t sound too fangirl-y.
“Thank you, that means a lot to me,” he said genuinely. I smiled before fidgeting with the hair tie on my wrist out of nervousness.
“Erm, I was wondering if you wanted to grab something to eat? If you want, of course.”
“I-” I cut myself off and cleared my throat as I could literally feel myself about to shriek out a response. “I’d love too!” I smiled. “Let me just grab my phone.”
I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming before doing a mini-dance in the safety of my dressing room. I grabbed my phone and walked out to Harry, dressed down and still looking perfect as ever in a floral button up and black jeans.
“Ready?” I nodded and we began heading out.
“Do you like burgers?” he asked. “I know a diner ‘bout a block away that makes the best burgers. Milkshakes are pretty nice, too.”
“Love,” I responded with a smile. If I keep smiling like this, my face might fall off.
“Maybe on the way you can show me more of those dance moves from the video,” Harry said as he imitated my hand gestures. I shook my head, bringing my hand up to shield my embarrassment as I let out a laugh.
“Please don’t make me,” I begged.
“Alright, alright,” he chuckled. “Only ‘cause I like you.”
Did I forget to thank God for my melanin?