(Y/C/N) = Your City Name
Harry had a crush on you. It was so obvious from the way he treated you and his bandmates' words.
"I'm telling you, (Y/N), Harry isn't like that to everyone," Louis says and Niall and Liam nod eagerly.
"Guys, I only work here," You say, pointing to the empty stadium were the band was to perform later tonight. "Why would he even-" You begin to say, but Zayn jogged over to you lot.
"He's coming," Zayn reports and Louis gasps.
"Alright, this is your chance, (Y/N)," Niall says and Liam pats your back.
"Go get him!" Louis exclaims , pumping his fist in the air.
"What?" You begin to ask, but all the guys dispersed once Harry had appeared and began walking towards you.
You widen your eys and turn around, giving him your back, as you begin to hurry away.
You wince as he calls your name and his hurried footsteps come closer. You turn around and groan in pain once his body collides with yours.
"I am so sorry, are you alright? Are you hurt?" He quickly asks, as you hold your throbbing forehead.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," You say, as his fingers begin to rub your forehead, making you blush at the caring contact.
"Wouldn't want a bruise on your pretty face," Harry says, chuckling nervously and you manage an awkward chuckle back.
"Let's go get you some ice-" He begins to take your wrist and your eyes drift to the side, where you saw your co-workers whispering and glancing at you.
You glance at your hand then at the one holding your wrist. You feel something inside you click, once you eye the stadium and see the stage.
"I'm fine," You repeat, tugging your hand away.
Harry turns around and glances at you, frowing a little.
"And I don't need anymore gifts or special treatment," You say and his lips part to speak.
"I work here and you're in a band, performing here for two nights. You only met me a week ago and-" You began to say.
"You don't like me?" He interrupts, looking somewhat confused.
"I..It's just complicated," You manage to say.
"Explain it then, I've got all the time-" Harry says, crossing his arms over his chest.
"(Y/N), you've got mic checks to do. Oh, was I interrupting something?" Your co-worker says, and you bite your lip, looking at Harry's pursed ones.
"No, you haven't interrupted anything at all," You say, and you began to walk away with your co-worker towards the stage.
You get on the stage, which had a few staff members on the side, discussing work. You grab a mic stand and you raise your eyebrows at fate, seeing it was Harry's mic on the stand.
You turn its switch on and properly position the mic stand. You tap it a few times.
"It's too low," You say to your co-worker who nods and raises the volume a bit.
"Okay, I think this is good," You say, speaking into the mic.
"Can you hear me at the back?" You ask, your voice echoing and you shield your eyes from the bright stadium lights to check if there was anyone at the far end of the stadium.
You hear distant yelling from a staff member but you couldn't make it out.
"I'm sorry?" You speak into the mic, asking him to raise his voice.
