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‘Where the Streets Have No Name’ came together in a bit of a rush the evening before we were due to start recording again…I was recording onto a four-track tape machine, working alone, sequencing keyboards to the drum machine. I was starting to get desperate and thinking about the next tour. I imagined being at a U2 show and tried to dream-up what I would want to hear. It was my attempt to conjure up the ultimate U2 live-song. It was a strange feeling when I finished the rough mix, because I thought I had just come up with the most amazing guitar part and song of my life, but I was totally alone in a big house with no one to share it with. I remember listening to the complete silence of the house for a few seconds after the music had stopped and then doing a dance around the room punching the air. Then I went home.
The Edge, U2 by U2
lmao that is the most adorable thing I have ever heard I love Edge so much
he is totally my spirit animal
also did this dude literally just spontaneously decide one evening “I’m going to write the best live song ever, like, THE quintessential song that will define U2 concerts forever henceforth,” and then just like…sat down and…did that??? in one night??? how
like damn son, if Edge had been around Italy in whatever BC, Rome WOULD have been built in a day
“Thank you so much for doing this for me, Y/N! Rather have some company on my way to work than drive alone.”
She’s settling herself into the passenger’s seat when James beams at her, his expression excited as he helps her with the seatbelt.
“Seatbelt’s a bit tricky here ehh! But anytime, anytime.”
She’s watched tons of these carpool karaoke skits, each with an inspiring artist sitting on the spot she’s so lucky to be in now. She’s been excited about this ever since she got the call, the fact that James had moved his show out to LA making it easier for her to confirm. The both of them went over where the cameras were located before filming started, and when she asked what tracks they’d be karaok-ing to or what questions he’ll be asking, he just would not spill. So that makes her just a tad nervous if she’s being honest.
But she knows, or at least hopes, that any real bad uh-oh’s will be edited out for her sake.
So no, it’s not unexpected at all when the first track that pops up is her latest single, and right off the bat they’re belting out the lyrics and having a grand time.
With breaks for questions between songs, James is sure to ask about the new unreleased album, commenting and complementing her on the sound.
When they come to a red light at the corner of the street and they’re spotted by fans who begin to ask for pictures and autographs, Y/N has to look apologetically at James, giving him a desperate look before softly saying she’ll be quick.
She takes a bit of time to hug and sign whatever items are being shoved at her, taking an occasional picture before she waves James over to join her. And he can’t quiet say no. A lot of celebrities don’t normally do this, they’d rather keep their head low and pace fast, but seeing Y/N’s interactions with her fans has him putting the car in park and joining her for group photos.
Eventually they make their way back into the vehicle and on the road again.
She apologies endlessly about having him stop, but he assures her it’s okay, that they should probably continue with what they were doing since she’s on a tight schedule.
“I think you’re gonna like this next one. Little bird told me you’re a big fan.”
And Y/N’s sure her eyes light up instantly the second Harry’s verse comes up, but she doesn’t care, she’s singing and smiling and James is doing it, too. When the song comes to an end she can’t wipe the smile off her face, and James sure does take a notice to that.
“Great song that was wasn’t it?”
Y/N can only nod in agreement.
“They’re great guys, too. Really are.”
“I bet they are lovely people.”
“You’ve never met them?”
“Oh I wish, but no unfortunately I haven’t.”
“Oh you lot would get on well. You sort of remind me of Harry in how you are with your fans.”
“Really now? I can only hope I’m half as generous. I admire him for that.”
A smirk plays on his lips now, eyes on the road but still taking notice to your words.
“Okay so I heard you absolutely hate answering these.” And James cannot hide the devious smile that’s made its way into his face.
“Oh no! I should have really asked for the itinerary on this interview.”
James can’t help but laugh.
“Okay so would you rather-”
Just by the sound of those words, Y/N knows she gonna wanna fling herself out of the car. And she’s not subtle about the fact that she detests the scenarios the questions bring by the way she bring her hand to her forehead and grunts.
“-would you rather open for Madonna, or run into Harry Styles and make a fool of yourself?”
“I hope Madonna doesn’t hold this against me, and I hope Harry Styles won’t laugh when I fall face first in front of him. I’d rather run into Harry and make a fool of myself.”
“Well that didn’t take long! Why on earth would you pick making a fool of yourself over opening for Madonna??” But James isn’t really surprised much.
“I did answer that too quickly didn’t I? And I dunno, there’s just something about Harry that I think it’d be nice to have a conversation with him, after I apologise for falling down.”
“Wait, you’re the one on the floor and YOU’LL be apologising to HIM??”
“I don’t know!! It’s the polite think to do.”
“You really are something else. But I guess it makes sense you pick Harry. He’s a great guy. Good heart, great looking too don’t you think?”
“He’s handsome, yes!” Y/N starts to gush.
And the way she begins to describe him is like she’s talking about him to her friends. She goes on and on about how nice he must be and how she’s heard nothing but good things. She tells James how she’s looked up to him as a human being since before she got big in the music industry.
“I think he’s just great all around!”
“But you haven’t even met him.” James is sure to dig at this topic, eager to hear what more she has to say about the heartthrob.
“Well I’ve heard loads of stories about how down to earth he is. And I know this sounds crazy, and you probably won’t believe me, but for some reason it’s like I do know him. Or at least like I’ve met him in another life.”
James can’t ignore the glint in her eye as she talked about him, a tone in her voice so sincere he can believe her when she says she feels like she’s met him before. And the way James is looking at her, not in any type of way like he thinks she’s completely bonkers, makes her blush.
“Oh god. James tell me you’ll edit all that out! I will kill you if that airs!”
“Oí, now my life is at stake if I don’t!”
When Y/N wakes up to the abnormal ringing from her phone, she doesn’t think much of it. She reaches a hand out and silences the device, not bothering to even glance at the screen. But then the buzzing begins, and she wouldn’t have been bothered if not for the fact that it won’t settle down.
All she really wants to do is sleep. She’s been doing promo non stop for the new album that she’s been looking forward to this day, her schedule clear, the only thing to do for the day is sleep. But seeing as it doesn’t look like she’s gonna get much rest with her phone buzzing like crazy,(and she would turn it off if she hadn’t put an alarm to catch the episode of Carpool Karaoke that she starred in), she reaches over for her phone, the notifications being replaced by the second with new ones.
Her eyes skim her mentions on Twitter, and oh god why!! She just wants to bury herself underneath the blankets and stay there forever. It was one thing to admire Harry Styles, but for the world to know…for Harry to know. She’s never even had a conversation with the guy and now he’s probably gonna think she’s a crazed fan.
She should really call James up and give him an ear full, but it’s out there and no amount of words she yells his way are going to change that. So she turns off her phone instead, now more than ever she needs to take the time to relax and think of how she’s going to avoid ever meeting Harry Styles.
Y/N doesn’t much get the chance to go out by herself, whether it be out for a jog or out for a bite, she usually has someone tag along with her. But she’s been feeling the need to have lunch by herself, and enjoy her own company. So when she arrives at the restaurant and sees a swarm of paparazzi across the street, she takes note to maintain her head low and make her way inside as quick as possible, but not once does it cross her mind as to why the irregular amount of photographers. That is until her shoulder clashes with a body too strong to ignore with out looking up to apologise to.
And she opens her mouth, but the words “sorry” don’t seem to come out, they get caught in her throat instead.
“Sorry, M'sorry ‘bout tha’, love.” And he reaches out to touch her shoulder, his hand warm on her skin. But she stays quiet still, a smile on her face.
She offer a smile to say it’s okay, she’s fine, and she’s ready to walk away before Harry calls after her, making her turn around to look at him.
And wow he’s tall. And she’s pictured meeting him a dozen times, but in her mind the situation’s always been hectic, never this casual.
“'Ello.” He gives a small wave, and takes the few steps forward to meet her. He stands hunched in front of her, his arms open at the last few strides, and with out a second thought, he’s engulfing her into a hug, his arms around her waist and his chin set on her shoulder. She can’t do much other than wrap her arms around his neck to welcome his hug. His body is warm on hers, a hug so tight she can’t remember the last time she shared a hug this amazing with anyone.
And Harry knows he’s testing his limits. It’s their first encounter and he’s hugging her like they’ve known each other for ages, but like it might be the only time he ever gets to have his arms around her. So he lingers a bit, smiling into her hair, and he’s glad to feel her relax into him, feel the air leaving her lips on his collarbone as she buries her face into his neck.
Y/N is screaming at herself inside her head. Why is she still not saying anything. She really hopes she doesn’t think she’s being rude, it’s just that she’s completely star struck. But he doesn’t seem bothered or phased by it. Instead he takes it upon himself to make conversation as he smiles down at her.
“Watched ye’ with James the other day.”
And she still doesn’t know what to say, only this time the embarrassment escalates with the addition of her cheeks burning, and she can only imagine how flushed she must look.
Harry only smiles at her reaction, proud at himself for that, but he won’t admit to it. The only reason why James had even brought him up during their ride was because Harry had mentioned Y/N once…maybe twice..or more. And yeah he’d never had a proper conversation with her, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want to meet her. He’d heard amazing things about her, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t watch her in interviews often. So yeah, Harry feels accomplished at the fact that he can make her blush.
“M'honoured tha’ ye’ look up t'me. And that you picked me over Madonna.” He chuckles, giving her a half smirk. Is he trying to make her uncomfortable? She smiles anyway, nodding in shame and averting her eyes to the ground.
“I’d probably be too nervous to open for her anyway.”
“Woah, she talks.” This time a laugh.
And if he felt accomplished before, hearing her laugh makes it even better.
“Was g'na have some lunch on my own. Would rather ye’ join me. Up fo’ it?”
“Would love that, yes.”
So he leads her to a table, his palm on her lower back. And like the gentleman he is, he pulls out her chair for her and then sits directly in front of her.
“For what it’s worth, I’d asked James to cut out the bit where I went on about you.”
“Wha’? Oh tha’ hurts.”
“Oh no no, I just didn’t want that to be a thing.”
“S'okay m'just messin’ with ye’.”
“Oh ha-ha make fun of me. But at least give me credit for not falling face first!”
And Harry laughs at that.
And through out lunch he laughs at all her jokes, and she laughs at his. And he realises he quite enjoys her laugh, and her company. It feels so genuine. And he must admit it’s quite hard to make friends now a days, he usually only frequently hangs out with people he already knows. But he finds himself wanting to go out with Y/N more.
So when lunch is over and they’re getting ready to split ways, he offers her his number and promises to pick up whenever she calls.
You’ve seen Hampton. The promenade, the
parasols, the polite conversation amidst the teacups. There is nothing of it
that breathes. There is nothing of it that is alive and quick and stinking and
bright. Whitechapel is life in all its wild and rotten splendor. Beside it, the
rest of the world seems a tomb.