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9:34AM
People walk by continuously, too caught up in their own world to really notice you, but you don’t mind. You’re never one to stand in the spotlights anyway. The corridor is no different than any other corridor you know, but the fact that they’re walking somewhere in the exact same building is giving you shivers.
When a competition was announced by management as a chance for fans to meet them and spend a day with them, you didn’t hesitate. You wrote an extensive email, sharing your story in hopes of making it through the strict selection procedures. You already forgot you applied in the first place, but when you received a phone call from management that you had made it through and won a day with Harry, you nearly cried. Not from joy or excitement, but from embarrassment.
Because it wasn’t the first entry you sent. You see, being a huge fan of the boys and having an obsession with fanfiction, you’d written another entry as a joke. It was filled with sexual intentions and it even stated you wouldn’t mind sharing the bed with one of them if the opportunity was given, but you never intended to press the button and deliberately send it.
When your cat sprung onto the desk and accidentally – or purposely, you haven’t figured it out yet – paraded on top of your laptop, the harm was already done. Sending a second one seemed like a waste of time and energy.
Yet here you are, standing in the arena they’re performing in tomorrow but where they’re preparing their show at the moment. A woman dressed in black with clicking heels approaches you and you swallow your nerves.
“Hi, nice to meet you! You must be Y/N, right?” she asks while holding her hand out for you to shake. You accept it, giving the friendly lady a smile.
“Yeah, that’s me. Nice to meet you too.” She returns your smile politely before motioning down the corridor with her hand.
“My name is Julie. Follow me, please,” she says, starting to guide you through the building. You follow behind her patiently, way too nervous to be your usual happy self as you keep fumbling with your fingers and the zipper of your jacket. After a fair walk you reach another corridor, this one a little quieter and narrower than the one before. You soon enter one of the rooms and you realize you’re a little disappointed to find out it’s a small office. You hoped to see a familiar face.
“Have a seat Y/N,” Julie says, sitting behind the computer herself. You sit down and try to relax, focusing on what Julie has to tell you. “As you know, you will spend an entire day with Harry today and I’ve notified him that you’ll be meeting him today, so after all of this I’ll introduce you to him. He has a schedule for today and he has to stick to it, but you’re free to join him on these activities. I have to warn you that if you misbehave or break the rules we will have the right to break the day off and we remain the right to sue you. Can you follow me so far?”
“Yes, I understand.”
“Alright, then. Can I see your identification?” she asks and you give her your ID card, allowing her to inspect it before returning it to you.
“Good,” she says, giving you a genuine smile, “if you could please sign this contract. It says that you will do as management says and has a few rules etc. Do you want to read it through?”
You shake your head.
“No, I’ve already read the copy I was sent. I’ll sign it.”
She rummages in a drawer before pulling out a binder and handing you the contract and a pen. You scan the paper, quickly coming to the conclusion that it’s the exact same as the one you read through at home. Without further doubt you sign it and hand it back to Julie, who happily accepts it and puts it back into the binder before rising from her chair.
“Time to meet the lad.”
This time you don’t have to walk long before you reach a room that’s entitled as the boys’ dressing room. Julie gives you a smile as if she understands how nervous you are, but you don’t think she’ll ever understand how nerve-racking it is when you accidentally sent the highly inappropriate entry first.
She opens the door and you follow her inside, immediately spotting a few people chilling on the sofas. You only recognize three of them, but that doesn’t mean that your insides don’t make a double back flip from the nerves.
“Harry?” Julie calls, catching his attention, “I want you to meet someone.”
Harry rises from the couch with his famous smile, walking over to you and holding his hand out for you to shake.
“Hi, I’m Harry.” His voice pleasantly surprises you, the edgy tone and deep vibration causing a smile on your face.
“I’m Y/N,” you say, making sure you shake his hand firmly. He just smiles and glances at Julie shortly before his eyes meet yours again, a hint of confusion clear in them.
“She’ll be joining you today. Remember I told you yesterday?” Julie says, quirking an eyebrow at Harry.
“Oh,” he says dumbly, recognition flooding his gaze before he smiles even wider, “Don’t listen to her, I promise I remembered, it just slipped from my mind a bit.”
The slight pout he wears eases your nerves and you smile at him.
“Yeah, whatever Harry. I’m gonna get going because I have work to do, but have a lovely day Y/N,” Julie says before exiting the room and leaving you with Harry and the rest of the crew. He wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you in for a hug, long arms enveloping you.
“How are you Y/N?” he asks.
“Good. How about you?” you say, trying to remain polite. You don’t want to ruin this already.
“Perfect. Hey listen, I need to be on stage in a few minutes but maybe you would like to join me? I can show you around afterwards?” he suggests. You smile and nod, having him guide you out of the room and into the corridor again. You have a feeling you’ll be walking these corridors a lot today.
“Are you nervous?” he asks with a smirk. A blush instantly creeps on your face and you really want to look at the floor but you refuse to let him know you’re shy. With a brave look into his eyes you smile.
“Yeah.”
He smiles fondly, dimples appearing in his cheeks and you have the pressing urge to poke them, but at the last moment you remember to keep yourself in check. He will think you’re a complete freak, if you did.
“There’s no reason to be, babe. We’re just going to have a lot of fun today, right?”
You take a right corner and nearly bump into someone at the mention of the word ‘babe’. He just called you babe. Breath Y/N, breath. This will be an eventful day.
“Absolutely.”
2:07PM
You can’t believe the day is already more than half way over when you’re sitting next to Harry on the arena roof. You spent the entire morning chatting and meeting people you could only dream of meeting, really warming up to Harry and his attractive personality. He’s even more wonderful in real life than on a computer screen.
You glance to your right to see him taking a big bite of a sandwich he brought, perfect white teeth disappearing in the food. His green eyes travel across the surroundings, taking the beautiful sight in.
You caught him looking at you strangely, almost seductively, a few times today and he always seemed to find a way to touch your elbow or place a hand on your back. It felt comfortable really, but you couldn't help but wonder if he does that with everyone.
The muscles in his neck flex when he swallows, putting his plate aside and turning his upper body a little more towards you.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" Harry says, munching on his lunch while pointing out the tall buildings that cover the skyline.
"It's amazing up here. I've always liked London," you say. You grew up in a different part of the UK, but London was always the ultimate place-to-be for you.
"Me too. I'm so glad I live around here, but it will never beat my hometown, though."
"Holmes Chapel right?"
He smirks, eyes meeting yours. "I figured you knew, yeah. Fan and all that. Tell me, Y/N, did you ever think you would meet me?"
You shrug. "I was hopeful. But I never stood outside hotels or stalked you just to get a glimpse of you. I always believed I would meet you one day, and it didn't matter if that would be next week or in twenty years time."
His green eyes sparkle and he laughs. "You're the first fan that would be happy with meeting me when I'm forgotten and a grumpy old man with no friends."
"I'd still be honored."
He laughs heartily, a deep rumble that's coming from his chest, and it lasts for a few moments before his face turns serious.
“Y/N, I want to make a proposition to you,” he says, green eyes finding yours and causing a weird ache in your heart.
“Okay,” you say, nodding with your head. He smirks.
“First you have to promise me that you’ll never tell anyone what I’m going to tell you. I can’t have this leaking to the press or whatever, because that’s just not worth the risk. I could lose everything I have for this.”
He looks at you with an awaiting look and you feel your heart racing, even though you haven’t got the funniest idea what’s going to happen.
“Okay, I’ll promise. No one will know,” you say. A secret that only you and Harry know about seems too good to be true.
“Okay,” he says, sighing deeply before continuing, “You have to know that I read both your entries.”
Boom.
All the blood from your body rushes to your face to give it that awful red colour that you hate.
“And you might think it’s the most embarrassing thing in the world, but honestly, I liked it.”
Huh?
“W-what?”
He smiles and you can see him blush. “I’m serious. I have been thinking about making more dreams come true for fans, but there are too many risks to just pick a girl from the street. While I was skipping through the entries, I stumbled upon yours and it sparked that idea only more. I decided that I just have to try and see what happens.”
His eyes have started twinkling and the nervous fumbling of his fingers has stopped. But your mind is full of little sparks at the possible route this could take.
“I- I don’t know what to say,” you stutter, mind blown from all this new information.
“You don’t have to say anything yet, just listen to my proposition,” he says, taking your hands in his and forcing you to look him in the eyes.
“I am willing to treat you as my girlfriend, with everything included, for an entire day. We can do everything you like within the confines of my house. We can watch movies, eat pizza, have sex, whatever you fancy. But everything has a prize. And in this case the prize contains no pictures, no phone numbers, no contact afterwards, no telling. You can’t share a word with anyone about this because no one but you and me can know about this. This has to stay our secret," he says before continuing.
"I'm not blind and I see what fans are saying about me online. How bad they want to have me in their bed and how they want to do very graphic things to me. And I think I could use some sort of stress relief too."
His smile has gotten wider when he spotted yours, nearly ripping his cheeks. All you can think of are his shiny green eyes as he tells you about his plans. When he's done, it falls silent between you two, but it's a good silent, one where you observe him and realize that you'd do absolutely anything to get treated as his girlfriend for a day.
"So, what do you think? After all my confessing?" he asks with a smile.
"I think it's horrible that you read that entry and it's terribly embarrassing, whatever you say. But I'd love it if I could spend a day with you, in your house of course. Hell, I think millions of fans would kill to be in my spot right now."
He chuckles, intertwining your fingers together.
"And you're willing to pay the prize?"
"Of course, that's not a problem at all. I can live with just the memories. I'd even pretend to having never met you before if we should meet again somehow. It would be awkward, but I'd do it," you say, shuffling a little closer to this breathtaking man with his incredible proposition.
"Alright," says, grinning like a mad man, "Wanna come to my house right now?"
Your eyes widen and you frown. "Don't you have a schedule?"
"Not until tomorrow evening," he says with a shrug of his shoulders. He takes a look at his watch and smiles, "It's 2:30PM, if we leave now, we have twenty-six hours before I have to be back."
You can't believe what's happening and you gasp, realizing this could really happen right now.
"I need to call my parents," you mutter, cheeks flaming when he chuckles.
"Then you should do that."
"But what do I tell them? Hey mum, I'm just calling to say I won't be coming home tonight because I'm sleeping at Harry's? Not really smart."
"No that wouldn't be the best idea," he agrees with a nod, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as he tries to think of an excuse, "You can say that I invited you to tomorrow's concert and that you're going to stay in a hotel at our costs?"
You frown, letting the idea sink in before agreeing with a nod. "Yeah, okay, I can do that."
He smiles widely before he wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you to his side. You inhale deeply before wrapping your own arm around his back, feeling the strong muscles relax under your touch.
Let's do this.