You get me dizzy

Chapter 11

“The car is downstairs.” Paul informs Harry that Wednesday morning while he’s in his bedroom in front of the mirror.

“Yeah, we’re ready.” Levi chirps in from where he’s laying on the bed, scrolling through his phone.

Harry rushes back into his walk-in closet and takes out his favorite jean jacket from the hanger before he’s back out, ready to go.

“Your phone.” Levi reminds him as they’re already walking down the stairs.

“Right, thanks mate.”

“Your head is all over the place this morning.” Levi observes after they’ve gotten into the car and Harry turns on his phone.

“I know.”

“Is it because Leo and his sister are coming tonight?” Levi asks the inevitable question.

Harry hoped Levi had forgotten about it, but Levi never forgets anything, so it was a long shot anyway.

“Huh? No, not really.”

“You forgot about it already?”

No, Harry hasn’t. He doesn’t tell Levi that though, and he takes it as an answer and continues to ask questions.

“Did you do that thing where you gave him concert tickets because you were just feeling guilty about the fact that you would ignore him after you fooled around?”

Harry shakes his head. Yes, he’s done that before, and yes, Levi had been there to see it all happen, but this wasn’t like that.

“No, this time it really wasn’t that type of situation. I just thought he was fun and it would be even more fun to see him, plus his sister is a really big fan…but I don’t even know if he’s coming. I mean his sister tagged him in her i********: story but I’m not-I don’t think-“

“Did you reply something?”

Harry nods. “Yes, but to his sister.”

Levi shakes his head. “Did she screenshot it and post it?”

“No, I didn’t see anything.”

But then again, he doesn’t really check i********: stories at all, ever.

They enter the arena through the back, because there are already hundreds of fans outside the venue and his security team has advised him that he can’t just go out and say hi anymore.

The room where the Meet and Greet is supposed to take place has already been set up and the photographers are ready to go, so as soon as he drinks his cup of coffee, he lets Paul know that he’s ready.

After the first three groups that come in to take photos and autographs, his breath stops hitching whenever the door opens to let new people in.

“We’ve got the last two groups and then we’re done.” Paul tells him and then nods his head towards something behind Harry.

Harry turns around, smile ready and disappointment buried in his chest. The first thing he sees-

blue.

***

Harry’s eyes meet Leo’ and for a second Leo feels like he’s about to catch on fire, but then Lottie makes a weird sound in the back of her throat and he comes back to reality. He’s here for his sister.

“Leo I’m dying.” Is the last thing Lottie whispers to him before Harry makes his way over to the four of them.

“Hiii!” a girl gushes and hugs him tightly, to which Harry smiles, eyes not leaving Leo’ face.

The other girl also hugs him and quite obviously smells him before it’s Lottie’s turn.

“You must be Lottie.” Harry smiles and Leo bites down on his bottom lip. Of course he remembers her name.

Lottie is having a heart attack and doesn’t seem to actually realize what’s happening to her as Harry pulls her into a hug. Leo’ heart is warm because he can tell his sister is happy and he (sort of) made that happen. Then his mind drifts off to the possibility that he might have (sort of) prostituted himself for the tickets and-

“Hi, Leo.” Harry smiles and Leo extends his hand so Harry can shake it.

It’s all formal and what-not, but his paranoia is telling him that hugging Harry would make the two girls (and maybe even Lottie) suspicious.

“Can we do our photoshoot?” one of the girls buts into the conversation, completely catching Harry’s attention now.

“Of course.” He smiles. “Tell me how you want me.”

It’s a dirty innuendo, but maybe it’s just in Leo’ head, because Harry’s done this a hundred times before and will do this a hundred times after this is over, so all he has to do right now is shut up and do whatever Lottie wants to do.

The two girls get their turn first, even though they were behind Leo in the queue outside and they all know it.

“Can you get on your knees?” one of the girls asks.

“Gladly.” Harry answers, eyes meeting Leo’ for a split of a second.

I made him get on his knees without-f**k.

Leo’ mind is taking him to places it shouldn’t, because these are just young girls meeting their idol and he’s being selfish.

They make a proposal scenario and Harry is glad to oblige and get into whatever position the girls tell him to, so Leo makes himself busy with the snacks on the table.

There’s a big variety to pick from and he’s kind of overwhelmed because he hasn’t eaten at all today due to the nerves, which now seem to have evaporated from his body. Harry didn’t seem annoyed nor surprised when he saw him, which is a bit reassuring and at the same time disappointing. If he felt anything, be it happiness or surprise, he didn’t let it show.

He takes a small plate from the corner of the table and places some fruits on there before a lady with a Bluetooth headset comes over to him.

“I’m sorry, these are for the artist.” She tells him and Leo looks down at his plate.

“Uh-should I put them back or?”

This is ridiculous and Leo thinks about making a comment about how Harry would literally be unable to eat everything off the table, but he bites his tongue.

“It’s okay.” He hears Harry’s voice behind him, so he turns around. “He can eat whatever he wants.”

Another dirty innuendo? Possibly, most definitely, not. Leo smiles at him and the lady nods, leaving them alone.

“Your sister is waiting.” Harry states and nods over to the panel, where Lottie is standing, looking at them with a curious expression on her face.

Leo takes a few grapes from the plate before he sets it down on the table and follows Harry over to the panel.

“What would you like me to do?” Harry politely asks Lottie, showing a dimple.

“I haven’t thought about it.” Lottie lies. “Can we get one of the three of us first?”

Leo scrambles up next to Harry’s side because Lottie wants him in the middle as she hugs him, and Harry places one hand on Lottie’s shoulder and one on Leo’.

It’s a bit weird, Leo thinks, because he’s seen Harry naked (almost), and now he’s smiling at the camera next to him, on a completely different continent. A continent on which he hasn’t seen Harry naked. Yet.

He shakes his head to get out of his thoughts and smiles before Lottie steps back and asks for one with just her and Harry.

Leo steps to the side and uses the time to steal more fruit before the photoshoot is over.

The same woman with the headset walks over to Harry and tells him that he’s needed in his dressing room, so Lottie’s face saddens as she steps away from Harry. Harry, who is now looking at Leo as he walks over with his sister in tow.

“I’ll see you out there, yeah?” Harry asks Leo, who doesn’t really know what to do with himself. The fact that he just saw Harry at Coachella a few weeks ago and now he’s here, taking photos before his concert in London, still feels unreal. It’s by far the most interesting thing to happen to him in a long time and he doesn’t know how to react to everything. What he can do right now is be happy for his sister, who seems to be enjoying every minute of it.

“Yeah.” He finds himself answering and smiling.

“Oh, a-“Harry starts, but the woman nudges him.

“Your stylist is getting impatient.” She tells him and Harry nods, stepping back.

He throws Leo one more look before he follows her out of the room. Leo watches Harry’s back until it disappears behind the closing door. He turns to look at Lottie, who looks like she’s about to cry.

“Why are you crying?” he asks her, voice softening as he pulls her into a hug.

“I can’t believe I just met him; I’m overwhelmed.” She whines into his shoulder, gripping into the back of his jacket. “He’s so nice.”

Harry’s bodyguard, which Leo now knows is Paul, comes over.

“We need to escort you to your seats before the show starts.” He informs them, at which Lottie steps back and wipes the tears under her eyes to make sure that her mascara hasn’t run down her cheeks, looking embarrassed. Leo is sure that this isn’t the first nor the last time that Paul sees a crying girl.

He feels like Paul is giving him weird looks as he guides them through a long hallway, but then again, he’s been really into his thoughts ever since he arrived and he’s pretty sure by now that his mind is playing tricks on him to make himself feel better.

The VIP area is at the front of the stage, separated from the general access tickets by fences, and there’s a bar and a food cart on the side, which Leo makes a mental note to check out later.

People are being let in and the stadium fills out in no time, so Leo asks Lottie whether she wants anything to drink or eat before it will be physically impossible to get to the food stands.

“Just some water, I’m too nervous to eat.”

Leo rolls his eyes at her and then proceeds to walk over to the stands and gets in line behind two girls who are talking about how good-looking Harry is in person.

“I mean-he always looks like a daddy but now he’s daddy.” One of the girls whines and biting his tongue is all Leo can do in order to not huff in annoyance. He would feel uncomfortable if people were talking about him that way, especially without him knowing.

He gets a small popcorn and two bottles of water before he returns to Lottie, who’s currently having a conversation with one of the girls he saw in front of him just a few minutes ago.

Everyone seems to be friends with everyone, and Leo thinks that it’s nice how Harry can bring so many people together. The thought brings him back to wondering what the hell Harry wanted to say when he got interrupted backstage, but then again, he was probably just trying to thank them for coming.

And then he thinks about the word ‘coming’ and how it can have double meaning and-

“Leo?”

He blinks down at his sister, who’s watching him with worry in her eyes.

“What?”

“Are you okay? I’ve been talking to you for the past minute and you’re just standing there.”

“Yeah, I’m fine. Here’s your water.”

Lottie takes it from him, not looking convinced at all, but she’s too busy to focus on the lights going out than on her brother. The same Rubik’s cube appears on the screen with Harry’s fingers playing with it, and Leo is experiencing some extreme déjà vu s**t right about now. And then his mind drifts off to those actual fingers that were fiddling with his jeans, that travelled down his ass and-f**k. Not the time, Leo.

Lottie is screaming the moment the first chords ring through the air and Leo’ ears are buzzing, because they’re way closer to the stage than he was at Coachella and there are way more people screaming way louder.

When the lights come on and Harry starts belting out the first song, Leo forgets how to breathe. Because Harry f*****g Styles is wearing f*****g leather pants that cling to his thighs as if they were the last parachute on a crashing plane, and his shirt. His white see-through shirt that’s halfway unbuttoned, revealing the ridiculous tattoos on his chest, which sends 90% of the stadium (Leo included) in hyperventilation mode.

Harry finishes the first song and looks around, smiling.

“LONDOOON, how are you feeling toniiiight?”

Cue the screams.