Apologies
warnings: not many actually, fluff, jealousy (?), angst?, it’s the calm before the storm
summary: After an encounter with your old best friend, she gave you her number to catch up. When you decide to send her a message, someone else replies. Was it destiny?
author’s note: thank you for all the support! Let me know what you think of this chapter! I’m soooo excited for the next one. Also send in asks/ message me! I want to get to know y’all.
Harry stared at his phone, excitement and dread filling his body at the same time, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
There was the possibility of you going to one of his shows. You. There was the possibility of him seeing you in two weeks-
Which was ridiculous. He didn’t even know how you looked, spotting you in a stadium of thousands was almost impossible and yet, Harry held onto that hope.
He wanted, desperately wanted with all of his heart, to tell you who he really was, to get to know you, the real you.
But could he tell you who he was? He didn’t want to destroy whatever you two had, he didn’t want to lose the only person he could be totally honest with, not after he’d already grown so fond of you-
Cherry: I can’t go alone :(
H: But he’s your favorite singer. It’s a once in a lifetime chance. I’ve been to concerts on my own, too.
Cherry: My social anxiety won’t allow me to even step foot into that stadium.
H: Please think about it. Maybe find someone to go with you? It’d make me happy if you went.
H: If You’re happy, then I’m happy
Cherry: I’m blushing, stop it!
A grin spread on Harry’s lips, his heart strangely fluttering in his chest. It was ridiculous, really, that there was so much happiness shooting through his body over a simple message and yet, he wouldn’t want it any other way.
“Harry, you need to hurry up!”, he heard Jeff yell out, pulling him out of his trance.
“Coming!”, he mumbled, taking one last look at the message before shutting off his phone.
You: Have you ever been in love, H?
H: I don’t think so. There were times when I thought I was in love, but I think I’ve just always been in love with the idea of being in love.
H: Have you ever been in love, Cherry?
H: Did you ever think you were in love?
You: Oh wait, does the crush on my PE teacher in high school count?
You: He looked just like Chris Evans, it was insane, he always took of his shirt when he was sweating too much and when I tell you I ONLY looked at his muscles
H: Spare me the details!!!!
You: Oh, is someone jealous?
H: But honestly, have you never been in love?
You: I wish I was. I wish I would be. I love reading about love, I love watching romance movies, I love love. But I don’t think I’ll ever experience the true meaning of it
You: Why are you so sure of it?
You: Okay, H, I’ll change my mind because of a person I met online
H: Ouch. That’s what I am to you?
You: Unfortunately, you’re so much more than that
You stared at his message maybe a bit too long, a grin spreading on your face.
You had sat in this café countless of times and you had been worried every single time, worried that people would judge you for having no one to chat with, no one to sit with.
This time, however, it didn’t bother you that much anymore. It was insane really, but ever since you had been writing with H, you didn’t feel so alone anymore. Because of him. Because of a stranger.
You would be forever grateful for having him. He had helped you so much without even realizing it.
Somehow your miserable life didn’t seem so miserable anymore.
“Is someone sitting here?”, a voice pulled you out of your thoughts and it took all the willpower for you to look away from your phone.
When you met Jack’s blue eyes, your breath stopped. He was your old classmate, the one you bumped into a few weeks ago.
You pressed your lips together, trying not to let the embarrassment show on your face. “No, go ahead.”, you motioned to the empty seat.
“So, how have you been?”, he questioned, settling his eyes on yours. You scanned his features shortly. His blonde hair was slightly ruffled, his piercing blue eyes were shining and a big smile grazed his lips. You had to admit, he did look quite handsome.
“Oh- fine, I guess. Some of my classes are quiet hard- do you go to college here?”
Jack shook his head, his blonde hair falling ever so slightly on his forehead. “I’m just visiting my parents. I’m actually studying abroad in London.”
Right. You had forgot that his parents were super rich.
But your eyes widened at the mention of London. “Wow.”, you let out a breath. “London must be so beautiful.”, you dreamily continued. You had always wanted to leave your small town, to just move away and never look back. Unfortunately though, you never had the money nor the courage to do so.
Surprisingly, you two talked for a while. Jack was asking you multiple questions, seemingly interested in you and your life, too.
It was going smoothly. There were no awkward pauses or silences mid conversation, he always had something to ask you.
“Oh I love those movies! Especially-“, you stopped mid sentence when you saw the love on tour sticker on his phone case.
You blinked a few times, thinking that you were just imagining it. “Are you- a Harry Styles fan?”
A blush instantly spread on Jack’s cheeks as he shifted in his seat. “Yeah, I really, ehm, I really love his music.”, he admitted, sounding a bit shyer than before.
“I love his music, too!”, you admitted excitedly. Sure, you had talked to people who liked Harry, but only on the internet. You had never talked with a person in real life who liked Harry.
“What’s your favorite song?”, you wanted to know.
Jack thought for a few seconds before he confidently answered. “Fine Line. But honestly, I love all of his songs.”
“I love that one, too.”, you longingly said. Oh, how you wished you could hear that song live, how you wished you had someone to go to the concert with-
Harry stared at his phone, debating whether he should wait for you to answer his message or just write you.
His show was about to start, but he needed to hear from you beforehand. He needed to be in a good mood.
Before he could even type anything, a notification popped up on his phone.
H: Guess who finally wrote me
Cherry: I’m going to the concert!!!!
Harry’s heartbeat quickened. You were really going to his concert. There was the chance of seeing you. You and him were going to be in the same room-
H: Are you going alone? Who convinced you to go?
Cherry: Crazy story, actually. Do you remember the guy I bumped into at H&M? My old classmate?
Cherry: We met at a Café and we actually talked a bit. He seems like a sweet guy. And I found out that he loves Harry Styles! Can you imagine? The coincidence! Soo I asked him if he wanted to go with me.
Cherry: He was so happy about it! He didn’t manage to get any tickets yet. And he even called it a “date”! I’m going on my first date!
Harry’s jaw clenched. The happiness and excitement he had felt only moments ago were replaced by another feeling. It crept through his whole body, making it impossible for him to think rationally.
He was not jealous, no, he was envious.
He wanted to have what Jack had. He wanted to be the one taking you on that date, he wanted to be your first date.
He should be happy for you, he really should, but he couldn’t pretend to be. Not when he was anything but.
H: Sorry. I’m happy for you. If he does anything that bothers you, call me.
Cherry: But we have never even spoken on the phone!
“Harry!”, a team member shouted out and Harry knew he had to go on stage.
He had to pull himself together. For his fans.
H: What are you gonna wear to the concert?
Cherry: Okay sooo I bought the outfit last year when I got tickets, actually! I have a pink feather boa, a pink glitter hat, some glitter pants, a butterfly glitter top and some heart shaped sunglasses!
Cherry: Before you judge me, this is kind of his dress code. As much glitter and color as possible!
H: You need to send me a picture of your full outfit when you go
Cherry: As far as I’m concerned, you could still be an old man. Sending a stranger a picture of my outfit? I’m not so sure-
H: We’ve been over this like a million times already
Cherry: I’m kidding. I will.
Cherry: Without showing my face, though
H: You still don’t trust me
Cherry: I’m just being cautious!
Cherry: Which reminds me: I want a baby!
Cherry: I saw this super cute little chubby baby today. And it smiled at me! And it giggled!
H: And it also vomits and cries all night.
Cherry: We’re not focusing on the negative aspects. I already went to H&M to look at some baby clothes. They’re soo cute!
H: You know, having a baby usually requires getting pregnant, which requires intercourse, which requires someone to have said intercourse with
Cherry: I could ask Jack!
H: No, no, no, you will do no such thing, Cherry
Cherry: But the baby was really cute
H: I love children, too, trust me.
Cherry: Do you ever want any?
H: More than anything, do you?
Cherry: Yes, I think I do
Cherry: But that requires having someone to have children with
Cherry: I don’t have anyone
Cherry: I hope you’re right
“The show is in two days.”, Harry whispered. “The show is in two fucking days.”, he said a bit louder, gaining Sahra’s attention.
“Hey, you okay?”, she questioned, sitting down next to him and looking at his tired expression with worry.
“I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t do anything but think about that concert.”
Sarah nodded along, immediately knowing who this was about. “It’s about the girl isn’t it?”, she whispered. “Jack told me about her.”, she clarified quickly.
“I feel like such a dick. I want to see her, I want to talk to her, I want to get to know her, but I don’t want to lose that privilege of her not knowing who I am. There are no-“
“No expectations when you’re writing with her. I get it, I really do.”, Sarah hummed. “But is that how you want it to be forever? Simply writing with each other? Or do you want this to actually turn into something real?”
Harry but his lip, thoughts racing through his head.
“That’s what you should ask yourself, H.”, Sarah finished.
“I- I don’t know if I can tell her.”, he admitted, defeatedly.
Harry thought for a second. “Cherry.”, he began. “That’s what I call her.”, he continued. “I should- I’m gonna wear something with Cherries.”
“Isn’t your song Cherry about Camille?”, Sarah questioned, an amused look washing over her face.
“Oh, shut up.”, he rolled his eyes.
