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Okay so.....
21st July - Zayn's new music
22nd July - last show of LOT
23rd July - One direction day
“Floating up and dreamin”
H.S. - t.p.w.k.
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“If I was a bluebird, I would fly to you...”
“You pop when we get intimate...”
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“Music for whatever you want...”
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"I was on my way to buy some flowers for you..." H.S.- Grapejuice
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"Matilda... Maybe it hits a little different when wearing a rainbow tracksuit."
-Harry on singing Matilda in his outfit tonight.
Love On Tour 2022: New York City, Night 4. (26 August 2022)
Some jackass jerk off
Harry Styles x Reader.
ANGST : In which Farah and her Bestie Maddy attend Love On Tour Wembley 4 and things take a turn for the worst. But, Harry is here to save the day.
A/N : men are trash, and I’m speaking from experience.
Request are open !
Wembley stadium was more than alive tonight. People were dancing crazily, not having a care in the world whether they’ll be judged or not. In this fandom, if he dances, you dance too.
Harry was having a blast tonight. It is his fourth night in a row at Wembley, his family and friends are here, the fans are singing and dancing. Everything goes well for him.
But not for everyone.
Farah and her best friend Maddy are enjoying their night. They say the pit is the worst place for a concert, and Farah should have listened to her friends when they told her. But in her and Maddy’s opinion, the more expensive, the better.
Just as the first notes of Satellite echoes around the stadium, Farah feels someone touch her back. It was a light touch, like someone's fingers, so she didn’t give it a second thought. Probably the girl dancing behind her. However, the second time she felt being touched, the young woman turned around. She was ready to tell the girl to stop it before her eyes were met with masculine ones. He was tall and overlooking everyone in front of him, looking straight at the stage. His hands were in his pockets, and his body rigid, as if dancing in general was a curse.
Just as Farah was about to tell him to stop touching her, Maddy grabbed her shoulder. “ It's weird ! Why is he staying on the front stage ?” The young woman looked toward the front stage, where effectively, Harry was staying. She is right, they are almost at the end of the chorus and Harry hasn’t moved. People in the pit are whispering. “ Did he hurt himself ?” “Where are the stomps ?”
Just as Farah was about to answer her friend, Harry grabbed his microphone and walked straight to the left catwalk, close to the two girls. “ Oh my god girl !” Maddy jumped in ecstasy when the singer stopped right in front of them, as if he was serenading them.
Farah swung her arm around her friend’s shoulders and swayed awkwardly to the music. Still dancing, their eyes were glued to the artist, his voice was joyful, but his eyes were serious, as if was trying to read into someone’s mind.
Right at the end of the chorus, Harry locked eyes with Farah, concern showing on his face.
Are you okay ? He mouthed to her.
Farah smiled, and internally screamed. As she opened her mouth to say “yes”, she felt something warm land on her bare back, as if someone was squeezing a bottle of lotion on her. Utter confusion spread on her face, what is it ? Just as she was debating to turn around and check, Harry yelled at the top of his lungs to stop the show.
No need to say that she wasn’t the only one to be confused.
“ Are you okay ?” Farah ignored the artist and turned around. Even though her subconscious was screaming at her that there was no need to check - because deep down she knew what it was, she had to.
The first thing she notices is that the tall guy is gone, then she sees two girls looking at her back with shocked expressions. One of the reacts faster than everyone around and reaches for Farah’s arm. The second person to react is Maddy, grabbing her shoulder to tell her that it’s okay, that it will go away, and the third person is Harry.
“ Can someone get her out of here ? A woman ! And for God’s sake find that dude !” His voice is louder than the whispers of the stadium. People have their phones out, recording him - recording her. Tears welled up in her eyes and soon enough Farah was a sobbing mess.
Harry could hear the heartbreak and the embarrassment in her sobs. He felt helpless. Just as two women from his security team reached for the young girl, Harry jumped off the stage. Some girls screamed in excitement but most of them knew from the serious look on his face that he wasn’t here for hugs and kisses. He then proceeded to walk behind them out of the pit and into a more secured arena.
“ Some fucker jerked off on her !” Maddy roared to the security staff. “ Have you seen what he looked like ?” The tallest woman asked. “ Of course not ! It was too fucking dark to see !”
Harry looked at Farah, the poor girl was shaking. He took the towel and the bottle of water from the other woman’s hands and then proceeded to pour some on the fabric.
“ What is your name, love ?” Harry asked gently. He could hear the stadium rumbling with impatience. He hoped no one took it as their cue to leave, because the show was far from being over.
“Farah.” The young woman answered. Clearly, if he wasn’t paying attention he wouldn't have heard it.
“ Farah, I'm gonna clean you up a bit, if it’s alright.” She nodded and he began to clean the covered skin of her back. It wasn’t even his body but gosh, Harry felt disgusted for her. Now that he thinks about it, he kind of feels guilty, as if he could have prevented it from happening. But the truth is that he couldn't have.
Just as the star was about to clean the top of her pants, his manager Jeff came running to him. “ Mate what happened ? You shouldn’t be down here !” Harry knew Jeff was right, but he couldn't help it, he had to help her.
“ I know. Listen, in my dressing room, on the couch, I left my track pants, the black ones. Can you bring ‘hem to me please ?” The slightly older man agreed and went backstage. “ Farah ? My friend went to get you a new pair of pants okay ? We are going to find somewhere private so you can change, okay ?” The young woman nodded in her friend's arms. “ We’ll get you guys some seats in the vip section, yeah ?” Maddy looked at him with pleading yes and said thank you.
A few minutes later, Farah was changed into Harry’s pants. “ Are you sure you are okay ?” The woman nodded, still shocked from what had happened. “ I’m so sorry. If I had known-”
“ You couldn’t, it’s okay. Thank you so much.” Farah leaned into Harry’s arms and without any second thoughts, he wrapped them around her with a secure grip.
“ If there is anything I can do, tell me alright ?” Farah hummed into the crook of his neck. In any other circumstances, Harry would have felt uncomfortable, but right now, he just couldn’t. It was wrong of him, the timing was right, but having her in his arms this way, comforting her as best as he could, that felt right. Harry leaned back and put his hands on both sides of her face. “ We will find him, okay ?” Farah closed her eyes and nodded.
Out of nowhere, Harry kissed her forehead. “ I have to go back on stage. Jeff is going to lead you to your vip box, okay ?” He said in a small voice, as if the moment was just reserved to the two of them.
“ Okay, thank you.” Harry shook his head. “ No need to thank me, love.”
