Harry Styles Short Stories

TO BE SO LONELY

SUMMARY: You find a way to convince Harry to finally add TBSL to the setlist.

WORD COUNT: 5.3k

WARNING: sexual content

"Thank you so much, Y/N!" the fans say in unison as the last photo is taken and you make sure everyone got what they wanted.

"Of course. Have a great time tonight!" you smile at them, knowing that they will be down in the pit later tonight at the concert. They told you all about how excited they are to finally see Harry perform and you assured them that he is just as excited to be on stage.

"She is so nice," one of the shorter girls whispers to her friends, standing already a few feet away, but you still heard her, a smile tugging at your lips. You've been trying to build up a great relationship with Harry's fans knowing well they are so significant in his life. Unlike his previous exes, you might have had it a bit easier than them, having been friends for a long time with Harry before you finally took it to the next level. Now you've been together for four years and even though there will always be people feeling bitter about you, most of the fans approve of your relationship, seeing how happy you are making each other.

You wave at them one last time, ready to continue your walk back to the hotel when one of them calls after you again.

"Yeah?" you turn around, not at all irritated that they are holding you up. It's just one tiny gesture from you, but they will probably always remember meeting you, you'd rather give them a nice experience.

"Do you know why he doesn't play To Be So Lonely anymore?" the brunette girl asks shyly and you breathe out. It's come up several times since tour started, but you genuinely have no idea why the song never made it to the set list.

"I wish I could tell," you tell them with an apologetic smile.

"You could convince him to play it!" the tallest of them chimes in.

"You guys really like to call him an arrogant son of a bitch, huh?" you smirk, making them laugh. "I'll... ask him, okay? But I can't promise anything."

"It would be so great, because we will be here for night two as well," the brunette muses. You can tell they are huge fans, queuing for two nights in a row, that's dedication, not even mentioning the money they invested into it.

"Give me an Instagram name, I'll let you know what he said," you sigh, giving in. They excitedly get back around you as they decide whose username to give you. Putting it into your notes you bid them your final goodbye and head back to the hotel.

It's only noon, so Harry is still lounging in the hotel room. Arriving you find him only in a pair of shorts, lying across the bed, scrolling on his phone. His head shoots up when he hears the door open and close, already smiling when you come into his vision.

"Hello, love. Had a nice walk?" he hums, following you with his eyes as you drop your bag and kick your shoes off, changing them to the fluffy slippers the hotel gave you.

"Yeah, you should have really come," you smile back, thinking how the girls would have lost their shit if you were with Harry when they met you. But Harry felt a little too tired, wanted to get some more rest before tonight's show. All the traveling has been taking a toll on him, though he wouldn't admit it, he is too proud for that, but you notice the way he is out like a light almost every night, turning into a pile of bricks when his head finally hits the pillow. Okay, not instantly, he surely makes sure to fulfill his boyfriend duties more than enough. And now as you see him lying in bed shirtless, you just can't stop your eyes from wandering around his naked chest. It's always like the first time over and over again, he never fails to stun you with just... existing.