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What Happens In Vegas...

Summary: Your Vegas trip to celebrate your friend's birthday turns into a night you hadn't expected when you meet Harry Styles in the casino.

Warnings: Fingering, hand kink, gambling (well, it is Vegas). 18+ ONLY!

Word Count: 3533

A/N: One shot originally posted in 2017. Inspired by Harry's performance at the iHeart Festival in Las Vegas. Edited to be a reader fic. This is for the gals with the obsession with his hands. Also, rereading this, I realized you aren't that great of a friend, but hopefully you can look past that lol.

"Thank you," he said to the crowd. "I am a narcissist, so that will help my ego, thank you very much."

"Oh God," you rolled your eyes. "Like he needs any help boosting his ego."

You felt Simone poke you in the side, her apparent glare of disapproval burning a hole into your profile. You chuckled as you lowered your head. She'd drug you to this iHeart Radio concert in Vegas. You hadn't really wanted to go when she announced she had tickets, but because it was part of her birthday trip, you'd agreed to attend.

Harry Styles. Give me a break, you groaned. The kid had come out looking like a cross between a court jester and a Tim Burton character in his harlequin suit and nearly see-through shirt with a big bow at the neck, and you were supposed to swoon? Apparently so, you thought to yourself when you heard the crowd made up of mostly females fill the room with screams louder than any heavy metal audience you'd ever been a part of. And you supposed the bow was supposed to signify his desire to be a present you were to unwrap?

You giggled during his set as he pranced across stage trying to be a rockstar. You had to hand it to him. He definitely had the stage presence and charisma, and despite the fact that you'd never been a fan of boy bands, you could see why he had so many fans. Plus, you had to admit even if only to yourself, he had an incredibly handsome face. No doubt he knew it though.

Stepping further out to the catwalk, Harry gave the audience what they came for, even if they hadn't initially come to see him in particular. You couldn't help it though. Watching him dance around in that suit had you laughing, especially when he'd bop his head from side to side as he sang about "having your baby" and "it's none of your business."

By the time his set was over and he'd walked off stage, you knew Simone was waiting to let you have it. You gave her a smirk as she shook her head at you and rolled her eyes.

"I don't wanna hear it," she said.

"What? I didn't say anything!" you laughed.

"No, but you're thinking it."

"What?" you held up your hands. "It was actually not bad. I kinda liked it."

"You thought it was funny."

"Yeah," you laughed harder. "It was. But that last song's gonna be stuck in my head for a while, so you should be happy about that."

"Ugh," Simone groaned.

You stayed for a few more acts that you didn't think were much better before finally calling it a night and heading back to your hotel.

"You're going to bed?" you asked when you saw Simone pull her bag of toiletries from her suitcase and walk to the bathroom.

"Yeah...why?"

"This is Vegas!" you exclaimed. "The city that never sleeps."

"I thought that was New York."

"Whatever. Let's go hit the tables."

Simone slumped her shoulders. "I'm kinda beat."

You stuck out your bottom lip in an attempt to sway her with a pout. "But your birthday's not over."

With a sigh, Simone dropped her items on the bed and grabbed her purse.

"C'mon," she grinned. "Just an hour or two."

"Yay!" you squealed as you opened the door and stepped out into the hall.

Luck was on your side for the first twenty minutes or so, and you were up a good three hundred when you suggested you make your way to the higher dollar tables.

"Are you kidding?" exclaimed Simone. "You'll lose it all on one bet!"

"It's called gambling," you snorted.

Despite her argument, Simone followed you to one of the exclusive rooms. You saw the pit boss eye you as you sat down at the table, but he didn't say anything when you laid down your chips. Hesitantly, Simone did the same and you caught her swallow hard when the dealer placed a card in front of her and then one in front of you, followed by two more cards facing up. You grinned when yours was an ace, and the dealer slid the cards into the finder. Flipping up the bottom card, he revealed a Jack.

"Woohoo!" you cheered.

"Damn, you are on a streak," Simone commented as she decided to stay on a six. Unfortunately, the dealer didn't bust and she lost. "Crap. I'm gonna sit the next one out. Meet you at the bar?"

You were barely listening. Something - or someone - had caught your eye as he walked across the room.

"I'll be damned," you muttered.

"Huh?"

"Look who just walked in," you nodded toward your right. "Mr. Ego himself."

"Holy shit!" Simone breathed. "Ooh he looks good, too. He changed out of his suit."

You turned your head slightly to notice that he indeed was wearing a basic white t-shirt and black jeans.

"Well of course," you mocked. "Even a narcissist like himself can't keep up the facade all night."

"Stop calling him that," Simone argued. "You know he was just being cheeky, and he doesn't have a big ego."

"Please," you rolled your eyes. "His ego is so visible; I can almost watch it grow."

"All bets up," you heard the dealer say.

"Oh, I'm done," Simone shook her head while you placed another healthy bet.

The dealer slid the cards in front of you. Your top card was a three. Not good. you took a peek at your bottom card. A queen. Shit. Fortunately the dealer had a four, so he was likely to bust. you went with the odds and stayed. Turning over his bottom card, the dealer revealed a ten. Taking another card, he turned over a king. Yes!

"Oh my God woman, you have some luck!"

You beamed at Simone just as you heard another voice behind you.

"Ah, wonderful," he clapped. "Looks like I picked the lucky table."

"Hello."

It was Simone who actually spoke. For the first time ever, it seemed you were tongue-tied.

"Hi," Harry greeted. You caught a glimpse of his dimpled grinned before his fingers grazed your back and he took the seat next to you.

Clearing your throat, you watched out of the corner of your eye as Harry placed a stack of chips on the table. But it wasn't the obvious amount of money he was willing to chuck on a single bet that caught your attention the most. It was his hand and the lovely rings that adorned it.

You'd always had a thing for nice hands on a man. And Harry definitely had them. Long, slender fingers, great for playing piano, guitar and...other things.

The cards were dealt, and you peeked at your bottom card. You already had seventeen and the dealer had a five showing. You were definitely going to stay. You watched Harry's hand as he tapped lightly on the table, seeming to contemplate his next move. Suddenly, he leaned towards you and whispered.

"What should I do?"

You raised a brow. "Excuse me?" The kid didn't know how to play?

"Well, I...I know the rules of the game. It's just...you seem to have the luck on your side, so I wanna make sure I make the right move."

"Oh," you chuckled. You looked at the dealer's card and pointed. "He's only got a five. Odds are, he's gonna bust."

"And why's that?"

"Because...the dealer has to get to at least seventeen. You have to assume he has a ten underneath. So that's only fifteen. The next card has a high chance of being a ten or a face card. That would make him bust. So...you have a three. If the card you're not showing is anything over an eight, you're gonna want to stay."

"What if it's an eight?"

You grinned. "Well then, that's eleven. You're gonna want to double down."

With a stoic expression, Harry grabbed a stack of chips the same height as the first and placed them next to it. Then he nodded and gestured at the dealer who laid another card down for him. A queen. When the dealer revealed his own cards, your prediction had been right and he busted. Harry turned to you with a Cheshire cat smile.

"Thanks, love," he said.

You couldn't help but smile back. "Anytime."

You played several rounds, both of you winning most of them except when the dealer got an automatic blackjack. You heard Simone yawn behind you, and you felt a tinge of guilt that you'd almost forgotten about her.

"Are you ready to go?" you asked her.

"Yeah, but you can stay."

"Are you sure?"

"Of course." Then she leaned to whisper in your ear. "I told you he's not a bad guy."

You pursed your lips. "I didn't say he was."

"Yeah...you kinda did."

"Okay, okay," you nudged her. "We'll talk about it later."

You said a quick goodnight, and she walked away just as Harry got another blackjack. He hooted, making the dealer chuckle.

"I reckon you're good luck," Harry beamed at you.

You shrugged, nonchalantly. "I have my moments."

You watched as Harry inspected his next facedown card, completely mesmerized by his hands. You suddenly felt flushed as you wondered what they would feel like on you. You blinked hard and shook your head. What the hell was wrong with you?

"I really like that ring," you finally said aloud.

"Which one?"

"That rose-shaped one. Very pretty."

"Thanks," he looked at the ring and back up at you. "It's one of my favorites."

A handful of games later, you realized you must be up at least a grand. Unfortunately, luck only lasted so long, and you started to lose, busting a couple times and then staying when the dealer got a twenty.

"I think it's time to cash in," you admitted. "While I'm still ahead."

"Oh, don't go," said Harry. "You're my good luck charm."

You laughed. "I'm sure that's not true. You're doing great on your own."

"Stay. Please."

You sucked in your lips as you looked at his face. Goodness, he was cute. Perhaps you had been a little harsh, dismissing him merely because of who he was...or rather, who you suspected him to be. It wasn't fair.

"Okay, but I'm not playing anymore."

"Then we'll play something else," Harry suggested. "Craps? Roulette?"

"I'm not good at either of those," you frowned.

"Roulette's easy. It's just a guessing game. C'mon."

Taking your chips, you followed Harry to the roulette table where a larger crowd was gathered.

"Pick a number," he said.

"That easy, huh?"

"Sure," he shrugged.

"There's probably more to it than that, but I have no idea," you commented.

"Probably. But we're just playing for fun."

You watched the wheel spin and the little ball stop in the number twenty-two. A woman squealed and the dealer paid her her winnings.

"Playing for fun is for Monopoly money," you said. "This is real money."

Harry chuckled. "So was blackjack."

"Yeah, but I know how to play that."

"Pick a number, love," he said again. "Or a color if you'd rather."

You looked at the board and considered your options. Finally, you chose the number thirty-five. You watched Harry's fingers as he placed a stack of chips on the number itself, more on the column, and even more on black. You weren't sure how much money that was, but you weren't about to ask. Your stomach was in knots as you watched the wheel spin. Finally, the ball stopped.

"Number eleven!" the dealer shouted. Your heart sank, but you caught Harry smiling.

"What happened?" you asked.

"You won," he replied. "Twice."

"Huh? How'd I do that? He called eleven."

"Eleven is black and it's in the same column as thirty-five. That's where I put the bets."

"Oh," you mouthed.

Harry rubbed his hand up your back. "Told you, you're my good luck charm. Now pick another number."

"I can't keep betting with your money!"

"Alright. Then we'll use yours," he reached for your hand.

"Hey!"

Harry laughed harder, grabbing only a few of your chips. "C'mon, pick something."

"Fine, but I'm just choosing black."

"Black it is," Harry nodded, setting your chips down. Then he took more of his own and placed them between several different numbers in different places. you weren't sure what he was doing, you were lost. Finally, he turned to you.

"Have an idea," he said.

Sliding the rose ring off his finger, he kissed it, then placed it on top of your chips on the black.

"What's that for?" you inquired.

"That's yours if you win."

All you could do was stare at him. The dealer spun the wheel, you could hear the ball bouncing and the other players cheering. But you just stood there staring at Harry Styles. This guy you'd thought was a complete egotistical douchebag until about thirty minutes ago.

"Number seventeen!" the dealer called.

You cringed, trying to read the expression on Harry's face. But he merely stared back at you.

"Is seventeen black?" you asked him.

He threw his head back and let out a loud guffaw. "Yes, it is."

Your eyes grew wide and you pushed his chest with your hands. "What the fuck, no way!"

Harry continued to laugh as he covered your hands with his that clung to his t-shirt. Your eyes fell down to look at them and it was then that you noticed his shirt was almost sheer, just like the one he'd worn on stage, minus the pineapple shapes. You could see several splashes of ink displayed on his chest, and for a second you wished he would let you examine them all in private.

Your chest rose and fell from excitement and exhilaration, and you chuckled to yourself. Letting go of you, Harry collected the winnings and his ring.

"Here you are," he said, handing it to you.

"No," you shook your head. "No, I can't take that."

"Why not? I said it was yours if you won."

"This is too..." you felt the ring in your hand momentarily. "No, I can't accept it."

Twisting his mouth in confusion, Harry watched you as you slid the ring back on his gorgeous finger.

"That's where it belongs," you whispered.

"Sorry?"

"On your hand," you let out a sigh. "You have really beautiful hands."

You heard him giggle slightly as you continued to stare at them, taking them both in your own hands as though you were inspecting them. You were probably creeping him out, but you were lost in your own thoughts.

"Um...here's your...your money," he swallowed, releasing his hand from yours and reaching for your chips.

"Oh, thanks. I should..."

"No, thank you," his lips curled up. "I really do think you had a lucky streak tonight."

You grinned at him, your tongue darting out of the corner of your mouth. "Not completely lucky."

Harry's smile grew as he raised a brow at your cheeky comment.

"See ya, Harry," you winked and turned around. "I had fun."

"Wait, where are you going?" you felt his hand on your arm.

"To my room," you pointed up at the ceiling.

"Do you have to?"

You paused and glared at him. This guy was very hard to read. You could tell he'd been flirting with you, but it also could've been harmless, and he was just being kind. Now he didn't want you to go? You bit your lip and stepped closer to him.

"I guess not," you nearly whispered. "But I think I might be done with gambling for the night."

"No worries," he said low, his eyes looking down into yours. "We could go somewhere else."

"What'd you have in mind?"

"My room."

You should have known he'd have one of the biggest rooms in the hotel. It took up nearly the entire side of one floor, front to back. You stared out the windows at the city lights, the amazing view taking your breath away and making you feel alive at the same time.

"Here you are," you heard Harry say behind you.

You turned to see two glasses in his hands. Taking one from him, you murmured a thank you and took a sip of the best tequila you'd ever had in your life. You threw your head back with a sigh as you heard him hum in agreement.

"So you stay in rooms like this...all by yourself?"

"Yes. Sometimes."

"Must get lonely."

"Sometimes."

Taking another sip, you strolled around the outer perimeter of the room, stopping at the other corner window where you could see a view of the mountains.

"I love Vegas," you commented. "I used to want to move here. It's like it's own little word, separate fr-"

Suddenly, your glass left your hand and Harry set it on a nearby table. Then he grabbed you and kissed you, hard, his tongue darting deep into your mouth.

"Tell me what you want," he demanded as his lips traveled down your neck.

"What?" you asked, breathless.

"What you want me to do to you. I'll do whatever you like."

"Oh..." you said with a moan. "Your hands. I want your hands on me."

"Okay. Where do you like to be touched?"

"Anywhere. Everywhere. I just...I want those gorgeous hands and fingers on me."

Harry's eyes met yours, and he nodded his understanding. Reaching behind you, he found the zipper of your dress. It fell to the floor instantly, pooling at your feet. Though there was a cool temperature in the room, you suddenly felt hot all over as Harry's gaze roamed your body. Then giving you his hand, you stepped out of your dress and kicked off your heels. He pulled you closer to him until his hands cupped your naked breasts. You shut your eyes at the contact, the sensation already more than you could bear.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, his thumbs grazing over your nipples causing goosebumps to rise over your flesh.

You covered his hands with yours, slowly guiding one of them down to your panty line.

"Mmm," he sounded as his fingers slid down and met wetness.

You heard his breaths quicken with yours, and he swallowed hard. His fingertip touched the outer rim of your center, teasing you in tiny circles. You bucked your hips to allow him access, but he was insistent on keeping with his own rhythm.

"Please," you begged softly.

"Not yet, love," he cooed.

Releasing his hand, he pushed your panties down and off. Then he kissed you again before guiding you to the plush sofa. He sat down and pulled you on top of him so that you straddled him, your hands on his shoulders. His eyes dark and lids heavy, his hands caressed you softly before kneading your breasts, his fingers pinching your nipples.

You moaned low, wishing he would put his mouth on them, but you could tell he was taking you at your word, giving you exactly what you'd asked for. You looked down at his hands as one slowly slid down your stomach, and his thumb met your already swollen bud.

"Oh God," you panted, lifting yourself on your knees so he had better access.

Harry then brought his hand to his mouth where you watched him lick two fingers before returning them to your clit. He stroked you slowly, making your knees buckle until he finally, ever so gently, inserted one finger, then a second.

You threw your head back, your own hands clawing at the neck of his t-shirt as you rode his fingers. You could feel the cold chill of his rings against your skin and you let out another cry of pleasure.

"Tell me how it feels," you heard him say as he picked up speed.

"So good," you breathed, urging his other hand up your breast to your neck. "Feels so good."

Harry brought his fingers to your mouth, where you licked the tips seductively before sucking.

"Mmhmm," he agreed. "You look so good, too."

"I want you," you sounded, looking at his face, his shirt in your fist.

Harry chuckled. "I'm right here."

"I want you inside me," you clarified.

"I am inside you," he smirked. Cocky asshole.

"No," you pouted, sliding your hand down his chest to the bulge in his jeans.

"You said you wanted my hands." Harry raised a brow smugly, his fingers nearly finding just the right spot. You leaned towards him, your head falling in the crook of his neck.

"Please."

"I'm gonna watch you come like this," he said. "Then we'll fuck, yeah?"

You moaned against his skin, your hips bucking as you felt yourself reach your peak.

"Say my name when you come," he growled.

You looked into his eyes and smiled. "So you are a narcissist. I knew it."

"You bet I am."

You rolled your eyes, but not at him. The truth was, there was no way you couldn't have said his name. He made you come harder than anyone ever had. Twice.

Harry Styles and his fucking ego.

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When Harry called 'Story of My Life' Taylors title: 'Story of Us'

22 November 2013 - Louis calls "Story of My Life" Taylor's song title "Story of Us", Harry doesn't notice repeats Taylors title:

“I like it, yeah, I think it’s a bit more of a mature song than what we usually do.”

The band giggle and Louis asks "But why the title, why Story of Us?" and Harry still doesn't notice:

“I dunno, it conveys what the video’s about and what the song’s about: The Story of Us.”

MTV (x) by Emily Blake 11/22/2013

They’re Playing Favorites On Midnight Memories

Sure, every track is special in its own way, but they can't help but have their favorites.

While One Direction certainly put in grunt work for their first two albums & you don’t create chart-topping tracks in one afternoon studio session & Midnight Memories is very much their album. Producer Julian Bunetta has said Harry Styles, Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan and Louis Tomlinson were “involved in every step of it, [from] the lyrics down to the mix,” which is why, this time around, each song is something like their own child.

And while they appreciate every song in its own special way — from raucous “Best Night Ever” the to the more reflective “Story Of My Life” — the guys can’t help that they do have their favorites on their third album.

When MTV News caught up with the guys at their iHeartRadio album release party in Los Angeles, we found out what those favorites are.

And much like the thousands and thousands of fans who got super emotional watching its tender video, Harry says he has a certain soft spot for “Story of My Life.”

“I think it’s a bit more of a mature song than what we usually do,” he told us on Friday (November 22). “It conveys what the video’s about and what the song’s about: The story of us.”

Liam Payne on to add “You and I” and “Little White Lies” to the list of favorites, while Louis Tomlinson picked “Midnight Memories” and Niall Horan chose “Strong.” And since Directioners can’t seem to get enough of their already-released singles, it looks like they’re in for some pleasant surprises when Midnight Memories is released on Monday.

But before then, the guys are getting you fully prepared Saturday with 1D Day, a seven-hour worldwide live stream hosted by the guys themselves. Starting at 2 p.m. ET on YouTube and Google plus, the guys will be partying with guests like Simon Cowell and Khloe Kardashian and crashing your Google hangouts (if you’re clever enough, that is). And MTV News will be bringing you updates all day.

One Direction’s iHeart Radio special will air on the CW on December 9 and 25, at 9 p.m. ET.

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One Direction Fans 'Freak Out' After Louis Tomlinson Debuts New Look

By Logan DeLoye | July 2, 2024

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Louis Tomlinson is going grey, and One Direction fans are here for it...they just feel a little old.

According to Page Six, the 32-year-old artist debuted his salt-and-pepper hair at Glastonbury Festival over the weekend and fans relayed a mix of emotions following initial shock.

Directioners sounded off on X in support and disbelief sharing, "I was NOT prepared to see Louis Tomlinson with grey hair !!?!??!?! I know we are all getting older but my teen heart is sobbing," and "unfortunate update: i was sadly diagnosed with a condition of loving Louis Tomlinson and his grey hair too much and to make matters worse it’s uncurable so i have to live with it for the rest of time.” Same @silverfoxlwt, same.

While some suggested the "Bigger Than Me" hitmaker go back to brunette, others were quick to stan the natural look. One fan even referred to the hairdo as "sexy" praising the icon for aging naturally.

“Louis is grey because it is part of the process of life, also because he has hair not like other bald men or those who paint their hair to deny any trace of aging. My man is getting more SEXY.” A fandom at its finest! We've got your back, Tommo.

The newly-minted silver fox, who rose to fame with former 1D bandmates Harry Styles, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan, and Liam Payne in 2010, was anything but focused on his growing greys, as he was on a serious mission. The star was at the festival to enjoy a weekend of music with a group of friends and his sister Lottie, but also made a point to watch England’s Euros match via a TV that he snuck into the venue, as described in the viral TikTok video linked above.

Aside from watching soccer matches at music festivals and letting his greys grow out, Tomlinson is currently on tour in Europe with his next performance slated for July 4th in Arras, France.

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GRACE TOUR DIARY: March 25th 2025 - Los Angeles

It was nice to spend the morning not having to rush. Grace was currently lounging in her bed in her suite, on one of the floors of the Ritz-Carlton Hotel. She could already hear Sejin on the phone, hear the bustle of make-up artists and hair stylists clearing up the stations from the past few days. Her suite had become ‘Queen HQ,’ having taken on another Queen name like her team had - here talks were done about interviews, schedules checked, last-minute costume checks and the like. 

But after tonight, she would be heading on a private plane and heading to Chicago. More interviews, photoshoots, meeting some important people, her concert and then she was off to New York. It was a whirlwind of noise and lack of time - how everything was scheduled to the last minute, trying to cram as much in as possible without overdoing it.

So far, each concert had been met with amazing reviews apart from the good few who were claiming she was nothing without BTS and just another singer who thought they could pull it off. Her numbers so far were totalling 66,000 if everyone attended tonight’s concert. 

She had also seen the guest list for the VIPs tonight - Beyonce being one of them which made her stomach twist with nerves. One of the biggest artists of all time was coming to see her. The Kardashians were also in attendance, Harry Styles and the list went even longer than that. 

With a deep sigh, Grace threw back the covers and went to take her shower.

The set list ran through her head, her body doing the dance moves but smaller in the shower and she was singing along to 7 Rings as she got dressed, twisting her wet hair into a messy bun for it to be dealt with later. Her mind then went to Chicago, then New York and then she would fly back to Seoul for another important performance.

If any solo career had looked simple, Grace’s had looked complicated.

Everything planned and prepared in secret, from early 2023 right through to her birthday last year when the album had been announced, her tour announcement, the mini album and then her first tour date. Yet in between all that, she was meeting designers, doing interviews to be released later on, making plans for later on.

Always later on.

Never once interfering with her boys’ plans. 

That had been the major rule: whatever the boys wanted to do, it was going to come first. 

She had been there for nearly all of it and she had seen all the good and the bad, she had seen what worked and what kind of didn’t. She had been behind the scenes of all of Jungkook’s GOLDEN album and his promotion for it. And by the time she had been ready to put her own on display, she had a very good idea of what she knew what was going to work.

Interviews in England, rather than America as they could wait till her tour, focus on Europe as well as Australia and New Zealand even though her tour wouldn’t be going there mainly due to time. 

And cross fingers, her solo career had been somewhat of an success. 

“Morning,” she said as she went into the dining area of the suite and flicked the kettle on.

“Morning,” various voices came back to her.

“Grace, what do you think about doing a pre-recorded performance for iHeart Radio Awards?” Sejin asked, flicking through some paper while typing something on his laptop.

“Do we have time for that?” she asked, adding two sugars to her tea and a good splash of milk. “When is it?”

“Award show is on the 27th but it could be recorded while we’re in Los Angeles, we just delay heading to Chicago until the filming is done. The Grammy Museum have given us permission to use their rooftop venue as well,” Sejin read from the email and glanced over.

Grace paused. She knew it would be a good opportunity and she knew it wouldn’t have been asked of her to do it if they didn’t think it she could do it yet they only had a day to do it, even that. 

“Is it my songs or BTS?” 

“They want you do 7 Rings and then Butter,” Sejin replied.

Another pause.

“Okay, let’s do it. See if we mix the two so they can flow together - I’ll use one of the tour costumes that we haven’t used yet for the show and we just need seven dancers so see if anyone is up for doing this, the rest and the rest of the time can fly out to Chicago to get started on rehearsals. Interviews and everything else, well let’s see what time we can get out of L.A.”

She must have been mad.

By the time she got the concert venue, her mind had switched off to what else was going on and focused on the concert ahead of her. BTS and TXT songs were playing around the arena and outside where people were already waiting, hoping to catch a glance of celebrities.

A quick change into her gym clothes, Grace made her way to where they had set up a small gym area with a BANGTAN BOMB camera following her. She had a quick laugh with the camerawoman before the filming started. “So, you want to know my tips for how I can sing and dance and run all at the same time?” Grace grinned at the camera, which ‘nodded.’

“Here’s is the secret technique - pick a song that’s really going to make you sing and then get on the treadmill,” Grace said as she flicked through the music choices on her phone that was connected to the speakers. Outro: Ego started as Grace set the treadmil to a slow walk then just as Hobi started, she had broken out into a jog.

It was quite impressive to watch her sing along, all the while building up her speed until it got to the chorus where she started doing the choreography albeit not to the full extent as she was stuck on the treadmil. 

They still had a few hours left until the concert so a run through was planned, to go over niggles from the night before which was mostly blocking and making the volume loud enough for everyones in-ears.

By the time they were done and back stage getting changed, Staples Centre was open and filling up.

“Los Angeles night two - let’s go out there and show Queen B that she is amazing and we love her,” Grace said as she was surrounded by her dancers who all laughed. “Okay, just half joking. BANG,” she left it off as her dancers followed with “TAN” as they lifted their hands.

Nothing, absolutely nothing could replace hearing the crowd lose their absolute shit as the VCR played and the beginning beats of 7 Ring. Her female dancers glanced at each other then her, grinning and nodding their heads before they were lifted up. 

SO MANY ARMY BOMBS!

Even in the VIP area, she could see them and it lit up the whole crowd as the colours changed to the beat. They were constantly out, even when VCR’s played so they could do costume changes and the cheers never stopped. Neither did the singing. 

“Los Angeles, it’s been an absolute pleasure to be with you tonight,” Grace started out on the main stage, dressing in her outro gear to finish up the concert. “Thank you for being an amazing crowd, you’ve certainly outdid yourselves from last night. If you could put down your ARMY bombs for second,” Grace paused and watched with a fond smile as every single one dropped out of sight.

“How many of you out there are BTS fans?”

The whole crowd lit up again, screams were heard and then the screaming got louder the moment Dimple was played. Three male dancers joined her on stage, dressed similar to what the boys had worn and even though she was singing in Korean, she swore she could hear the crowd singing along.

By the time she got to Dangerous Woman, got to thank everyone and bow to the crowd, the screams had not stopped. They were still going as she climbed down the few steps off the stage, Sejin there with a bottle of water. 

And he did something he rarely did.

He hugged her.

“I’m very proud of you,” he said as he let her go to wrap the dressing gown around her shoulders tightly. “We all are.”

It took awhile to get back to her hotel after removing her costumes, make up and washing her hair and then getting through the traffic. The moment she got through her hotel door, staff had left her lamps on for her and on the coffee table was a large bouquet of pink roses. 

‘I’ll be seeing you soon

Jinnie x’

[blog-nstuff2]

Songs Harry likes favorite songs that he picked for Zane Lowe at home with Harry styles beats one Beats 1 Apple Music interview 2020 playlist, secret show nyc feb 28 2020 Sirius xm hits 1 collared shirt polka dots secret session, pussybow blouse shirt harlequin suit iheart radio 2017 pride flag onstage he slipped and fell in the video

[hl-obsessed]

It would be so funny if they were both there. Louis would be like “I don’t know anyone called Harry.”

Can you imagine the tension in the room? Those two first time after 8? 9? years in the same room?

How would they even play it? I do not know him and who is he? Or just acknowledge nods? Or that MY bandmate, my harry, my Louis?????

Noooo it would be MESS. It would be wild. We are SO not ready for this. The world isn't.

There is no way they could do this silently. Especially when they can't possibly not stare at one another.

[loverofyours]

and Harry looked so good yesterday, like-

[notoriousbeb]

Yep. Fans returned it a few days later.

It was Alessandro who gifted Harry the ring because he had one that he lost, so Alessandro gifted him another one. That’s why it says second times a charm.

I knew it was one of his friends just didn’t know who. Thanks 😊

[thinkingoutlouddblog]

Don’t Want to Lose You

Pairing: Harry Styles x reader

Request:  Y/n having really bad cramps with nausea and fever but pushing harry away and saying it's probably nothing. However it goes on for a long time and eventually harry calls an ambo against her wishes but it turns out to be something serious/other than cramps

A/N: I slightly changed the symptoms but the idea is still the same. Also, there are medical inaccuracies but how much do you really care?

“You weren’t supposed to be home yet!” your boyfriend Harry yelled in surprise as you walked into your shared apartment.

Despite the stabbing pain in your side, a grin spread across your face at the sight before you. Harry was in the middle of the kitchen, a spoon covered in bolognese sauce in one hand and an apron tied on over his clothes. When you took a step closer to the kitchen, you saw the mess he had made around the stove where the pasta sauce was simmering.

“I wanted to surprise yeh,” his shoulders slumped. “I was going to have a really nice dinner set up and have all this mess cleaned up,” he mumbled.

“You did surprise me! I’m sure it’s going to be amazing,” you took another step towards him and wrapped your arms around him, your nausea almost was forgotten for the moment.

“I just knew how stressed you’ve been with work lately and with my tour starting, I’m not going to be around much for ages. I just wanted to do something special for you,” he mumbled into your hair as he held you tight.

You felt a pang in your chest at the expression in his voice. Harry had so much going on all the time, you didn’t want him to be worrying about you. Especially when he was away on tour. He always tended to stress over whether or not you were okay when he was away from you, to the point where it would take a toll on him.

“Well, thank you but I don’t want you to stress over me. Not this time, okay? I’m okay, I always have been. And if anything happens while you’re on tour, you’ll be the first person I call,” you give him a smile to try and cover your lie. If you let him know that one thing is wrong with you, he will never stop thinking that you’re not okay. You don’t want him to be stressing over you when he’s supposed to be having the time of his life on tour.

“Okay, I won’t freak out this time,” he gives your hand a squeeze. “Why are you home from work early anyway?” his brow furrowed.

“Oh, I just felt a bit sick but I’m sure it’s nothing,” you give him your best reassuring smile, not wanting to make him start worrying all over again.

“Sick how?” he held you at arm's length so he could look you over for any signs of unwellness.

“It was just some cramps and nausea, but it’s not as bad now,” you lied yet again. The smell of the sauce cooking behind you made you feel sick to your stomach, you felt as though someone was smashing you in the head with a hammer and you wouldn’t be surprised to look down and find a knife in your right side, your cramps were that bad.

“Are you sure? You don’t look too great,” he placed a hand on your forehead but you shrugged it off.

“Gee thanks, Styles,” you joked.

“You know what I mean,” he replied, not appreciating your attempt at humour.

“Babe, it’s fine. I’ll just go have a quick lie down and when I get up again for dinner, I’m sure I’ll be fine. And, that way you can still set up dinner like you wanted to.”

He contemplated your offer for a moment before sighing. “Fine. But be prepared for my spaghetti bolognese to knock your socks off,” he grinned at you.

You gave him a quick peck on the lips before turning around and making for your bed. You held your hand over the spot in your side where your cramps were sharpest as you climbed into bed, wearing one of Harry’s shirts as pyjamas.

You winced as the pain became nothing but sharper. You tossed and turned for a few minutes before finding a position that caused you the least pain. You were just starting to drift off to sleep when you noticed yourself shivering under the sheets.

“Harry,” you called without moving. A moment later Harry was in your room. “What is it, love? Are you okay?” he asked worriedly.

“I’m fine, can you please just get me some panadol? I just have a headache is all,” you turned your head from your place in bed to look at him in the doorway. You instantly regretted saying anything as you saw those emerald eyes you adored fill with worry. “Sure thing love.”

A minute later he returned with a couple of tablets and a glass of water. You sat up in bed, trying not to make it obvious how much pain it was causing you to do so. You took the water and the painkillers with a soft thank you. “Love, don’t worry about dinner tonight. You just stay in bed and I’ll put the food away for another night,” he spoke as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Haz, don’t. It’s nothing, it’s just a-” you stopped short as you covered your mouth with your hand. You quickly threw the covers off and ran to the bathroom, Harry following as you went. You fell to your knees in front of the toilet before emptying the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowl.

Tears leaked from your eyes as a cold sweat broke out across your forehead. As your vomiting finally stopped, you sunk all the way to the floor, the cold tiles of the bathroom floor stinging your cheek.

“It’s nothing, eh?” Harry said, his face dead serious as he stroked your cheek. “I think you’ve got a fever as well, you’re absolutely burning up.” Tears continued flowing out of your eyes as he spoke. You hated this. This wasn’t what was supposed to be happening. You were supposed to be making the most of the time you had left with Harry before he went on tour. Not lying on your bathroom floor, crying in pain and making Harry worry.

“You stay here, I’m going to go get you a glass of water and call a doctor,” he said as he began to stand up from the bathroom floor.

“Harry, don’t. I’m sure this is just a 24-hour bug, you’re overreacting. It’s just a tummy bug,” you croaked from your position on the floor. “Are you sure? You seem really sick, love,” Harry’s forehead creased, showing his concern for you all over his face.

“I’m sure,” you whispered, as you wiped some of your tears away.

“Okay, let me just go get you some water.”

Despite your attempts to wipe them away, the tears just kept on coming as the pain in your right side became sharper and sharper. You stayed incredibly still, scared that any sudden movements would just make it worse. Even though you had no control over this, you couldn’t help being angry with yourself over this. The last thing Harry needed before you left for his tour was for you to be sick like this.

Just as Harry walked back in with a glass of water, the urge to throw up hit you all over again and you sat up as fast as you could so you could aim for the toilet bowl. “Oh, love,” he sighed as he quickly went to crouch behind you and rub your back. However, a moment later his hand went completely still as his blood went cold. “Y/N, I’m taking you to a hospital right now.”

“What, why?” you managed to say between vomiting.

His hand shook as he dialled the number of a doctor. “There’s blood,” his voice trembled as he stared at the contents of the toilet bowl.

Harry was rocked to his core at the sight of you hunched over the toilet bowl, sobbing in pain. He hated that you were hurting and he hated even more that you had tried so hard to hide it and act like it was nothing. But he couldn’t think about that now. Right now, he needed to focus on what the on-call nurse was telling him to do.

He got you the largest bucket he could find, a towel and a bottle of water before grabbing his car keys and wallet. When he returned to the bathroom, you were lying on the floor, sobs wracking your body.

He quietly shushed you and rubbed your shoulder comfortingly. “I’m so sorry, Harry,” you cried.

“Hey, you have nothing to apologise for, okay?” You nodded silently, but your crying continued. “Now I’m going to pick you up really carefully and carry you down to the car, okay? And you’re going to hold onto this bucket in case you need it, alright beautiful?” You nodded again.

He kissed your damp forehead as he lifted you up from the bathroom floor and you quickly grabbed the bucket from the bathroom sink. You were completely delirious by the time Harry set you down in the car, as you continued to mumble apologies over and over again in the car. He tried to tell you to stop apologising but you just kept repeating ‘I’m sorry’ mindlessly.

You only stopped when you were a few minutes away from the hospital to vomit into the bucket uncontrollably. “Make it stop,” you sobbed to Harry. “Please, please, just make it stop,” Harry winced as you continued to repeat yourself.

“I wish I could, but the doctors will make it better soon. I promise,” he tried to keep his eyes on the road as he drove like a madman.

The car had barely stopped when Harry opened his door and ran to your side of the car. He ripped your door open and lifted you into his arms once more before taking off at a sprint into the hospital. At this point, you thought your right side was just about to split open of its own accord.

“My girlfriend needs a doctor, right now. I called ahead,” Harry called to the receptionist as he ran towards her desk. Within moments, a nurse and doctor had arrived with a gurney. As gently as possible, Harry set you down.

“Symptoms?” the doctor asked, already inspecting you.

“Uh, fever, throwing up, blood in her vomit. I think she said she had cramps during the day but she didn’t say too much about how she was feeling, it just got really bad really fast,” Harry tried to speak as quickly as possible, desperate for the doctor to find out what was wrong with you as soon as possible and just make it stop.

“What’s her name?” the doctor asked.

“Y/N, Y/N Y/LN.” Though Harry was talking to the doctor, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from your face. The pain was so overwhelming now, you weren’t even trying to mask your anguish any longer.

“Y/N, where does it hurt most?” the doctor spoke to you for the first time.

“My right side. It feels like someone is stabbing me,” your voice was thick as you spoke.

“Most likely her appendix,” he spoke to Harry and the nurse as though you weren’t there. “I’ll go give her a specific diagnosis and then we’ll take action.” That was all the detail he gave Harry before attempting to wheel you away, but you quickly grabbed Harry’s arm. “Harry, please,” you sobbed.

The doctor gave Harry a warning look. Harry knew if he kicked up a stink about wanting to go with you he would not only be wasting precious time but he could also be thrown out of the hospital. He put his other hand over yours. “Don’t you worry, okay love? I’m not going to leave this hospital until you do. I’ll be right here and this nice doctor is going to go fix you up,” he reassured you.

You nodded your head at his words and managed to give him a small smile. “I love you,” he called after you as the doctor wheeled you away. “I love you too,” you whispered, unable to speak at a higher volume.

He stayed true to his word, not daring to leave even the room for hours. It wasn’t until Gemma, not only Harry’s sister but also your best friend, arrived that he was given any information on your condition.

“How is she?” Gemma had asked Harry as she hugged him.

“I don’t know, no one’s told me anything since I brought her here,” he projected his voice more than necessary, hoping to get one of the nurse’s attention. Right at that moment, a nurse spoke up from behind him. “Are you here for Y/N Y/L/N?” the nurse inquired.

“Yes that’s us,” Harry stepped forward eagerly.

“She had a pretty bad case of appendicitis, but luckily she got here before her appendix burst. The appendectomy went well and she should make a full recovery but we still want to keep her here overnight. She just has to take it easy for the next four to six weeks,” the nurse gave the pair a tired smile as he spoke.

“When I can I see her?” Harry asked persistently.

“Maybe in 20 minutes or so. She’s in room 202.”

“Thank you so much,” Harry said. The nurse gave him one last smile before leaving for his next task or next patient.

Gemma and Harry stood there for a moment in silence before Harry broke the silence. “I have to postpone the tour,” his gaze was fixed on the floor, his eyes unseeing.

“What?” Gemma asked in shock.

“You heard him. Four to six weeks. The tour starts in a week and a half, I can’t just leave her here alone. She needs me,” he snapped. He ran his hand through his hair and sat back down on the horribly uncomfortable hospital chair.

“Harry, don’t be such an idiot. She will never forgive you if you postpone this tour because of her,” Gemma sat down in the chair next to him. “You’ll be here to help her get through the worst of this. After that, she’ll just need to be relaxing and taking it easy. You don’t have to be here for her to do that. I’ll be here to make sure she’s taking care of herself and getting better. I’ll stay in the apartment with her if I have to. She won’t be alone, Harry. You don’t have to worry so much about her.”

“I don’t know, Gem. It’s just-” he paused, trying to collect his thoughts. “What if this had happened while I was on tour? How would she have gotten to the hospital? Who would have taken care of her?”

“She would’ve called an ambulance, Harry. You know, everything you do for her is amazing and you both really take care of each other when you’re together. But she still knows how to take care of herself when you aren’t there. And if she ever needs anything she has friends and family that love her so much they would drop everything for that girl. You. Don’t. Have. To. Worry.” She drew the sentence out to emphasise her point.

“You’re right,” he spoke softly.

“God, there’s two words I never hear come out of your mouth,” Gemma joked, earning a smile from Harry. He shook his head as he stood from his seat. “I’m going to go grab a tea and go see Y/N. Can you please do me a favour and call her family to tell them she’s going to be okay?” he asked.

“Of course,” she replied, already grabbing her phone from her back pocket.

Five minutes later he was sitting in the chair next to your hospital bed, blowing on his tea as he watched you sleep. He was so happy to see you looking so peaceful and calm after seeing you in so much pain just hours earlier.

He tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, his hand lingering on your forehead. Suddenly, you scrunched your eyes up, the sudden movement causing Harry to pull his hand back. Slowly, your eyes fluttered open. You took a second to adjust to the harsh bright light of the room before you started to take in your surroundings. It wasn’t long before your gaze was fixed on your favourite set of green eyes.

“Hi,” you whispered with a smile.

“Hi,” he whispered back, returning your smile. “You really gave me a scare there,” he still spoke softly, but his tone had suddenly turned serious.

“I’m really sorry, Haz. The last thing I wanted was for you to have to worry about me so much, especially so close to the tour,” you fretted.

“Clearly, because you let me believe you were okay and then you ended up in the hospital,” you could hear the hurt in his voice clear as day.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, throat raw from being sick.

“It’s okay, love. It’s just, it’s my job to worry about you, ya know? I’m never going to not worry about you. But I know I always get too worried and too worked up when I’m away, and I’m going to really work on that, I promise. You’re a big girl and I should trust that you’re able to look after yourself,” you gave his hand a squeeze. “But, if there’s really something wrong like there was tonight, you can’t just pretend like there isn’t because you don’t want me to worry. You have to tell me. If you don’t, it’ll only get worse and I’ll only worry a hundred times more like I did tonight. I don’t want to lose you because of something like this. If I know with absolute certainty you’ll always let me know when something is wrong, I’ll never have to stress as much.”

“I promise I’ll always let you know when something’s up,” you said, and this time, you meant it. “As long as you promise you really will try not to get so worried about me. I want you to be out there having the time of your life around the world. You can’t do that if you’re always stressing about whether or not I’m okay,” you peered into his eyes, gauging his reaction.

“I promise,” he whispered.

“Now can you please hurry up and get into this bed? I need cuddles.”

When Gemma walked into your hospital room with a tea of her own, the two of you were snuggled into the hospital bed, noses lightly touching as you lied facing each other. You were both fast asleep, your breaths mingling and legs intertwined.

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[mr-styles]

Harry is Artist of the Year at the 2023 iHeart Awards!

[hldailyupdate]

Lloyd Wakefield accepting his award for Favorite Tour Photographer for Love On Tour. (27 March 2023)

x

[hlupdate]

Harry accepting his iHeart Award for Artist of the Year (x) - 27/03/23