Perspective || Harry Styles

28~ Small Successes

***Harry's Point of View***

"I can't see past this tall dude. I can't see!" Grace panicked. "I finally get to see my babies live and I can't actually see them!"

"Switch with me," I offered, quite sick of listening to her panicked complaints. She instantly took my spot and I stood in hers. I could see better than she could. Cara was taller than Grace by a few significant inches.

When the boys came on, my ears suffered. The screams were intense when they were coming from every single person surrounding you. Once I got past that, I marveled at Cara's grace on stage. she wasn't as big of a train wreck as I'd anticipated her to be. Not to say she was as natural as I was, but she didn't look as lost as I expected.

The show itself was fantastic. It had been a while since I last attended a concert from the other side of the barricade. I forgot the feeling of being in a crowd undetected. In a way, I felt like some sort of spy. I loved it.

As I watched the boys (and Cara) onstage, I thought about the week. It was probably the longest week I had ever, and would ever, experience in my entire life. I couldn't believe I had survived it.

I admired all that I had endured. All that Cara had endured too. Neither of us had a single clue what we were doing when we woke up in this mess, and in a lot of ways we still don't. But at least now I felt like I had lived a life I forgot existed. I survived. I managed. I got by for a whole week. Though it felt like so much longer, it was enough to give me a sense of accomplishment. Who knew how much longer we would be stuck like this? Who knew how much longer I would be living the life of a teenage girl? I surely didn't, and for the first time all week I felt okay with it. Of course I wanted my own life back. My own body. My own friends. But at the same time, this wasn't impossible anymore. We could do this.

By the time the show ended, Grace looked like her life had been made. The smile on her face was the largest I had seen in the time that I'd known her. The girls around us had the same expression, and in that moment I was more grateful than ever.

***Cara's Point of View***

When the show ended, I could finally breathe. I did it. I fucking did it. I played a concert to all those people without giving myself away or totally fucking up. I had never before been so proud of myself. I wanted to cry tears of joy, but I didn't. Soon I would be back at the hotel and I could do whatever I wanted, but for now I needed to keep my shit together. Raising suspicions now would make my small success pointless.

After the show, we were allowed to chill for a little while before meet and greets. Before catching up to the other boys, I engulfed Louis in a hug.

"You fucking did it," he said.

Our hug was brief because it had to be. We caught up to the others, but I couldn't hide my smile. Despite the obvious issue of being switched, I couldn't think of a way in which tonight was not perfect.

AUTHORS NOTE

sorry its short and late. i wrote it on the bus via wattpad app. i know this update took forever but i decided to bang something out because some of you have been asking. sorry about that! next chapter is gonna be wild. ilysm and thanks for reading xx