Harry. On stage.
There is no way Louis could have prepared himself for this.
Dressed in black, the guitar strap slung over one shoulder, Harry holds his head high. A scarf holds back his curls. Applause wells up, Louis jumps a little so he can see better, and next to him, Niall sticks two fingers in his mouth and whistles loudly.
Harry’s gaze finds them, dimples flashing. “Good evening,” he mumbles into the microphone. “So I’m Harry Styles—”
“We know,” someone yells, and for a brief moment, Louis wants to cry, because this isn’t what Harry wants, what it should be about.
Harry blinks, inhales – and smiles. “Alright, I guess you do. I hope that’s not the only reason you’re here, though.”
“Also because you’re hot,” a girl yells. Shut up, Louis thinks, shut up, shut up, shut up.
And then Harry laughs, throws his head back and laughs, and Louis looks at the line of his throat and forgets how to breathe.
may I ask you something because you've previously mentioned him before... can you tell anon who exactally paul pretner was? Bc I heard alot about him but dont really know and I heard he did something bad to/with freddie and anon is very concerned