Harry Styles Oneshots

Private Show 🍒

You miss Harry's concert but half of it isn't your fault.

Warnings: mentions of anxiety and panic attacks, swearing, kissing, teasing, unprotected shower sex, dirty talk, fingering...

WC: 3.9k

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The car broke down. You weren't sure how it happened, or why, but the engine wouldn't start and your dad suspected the battery died.

You're in London with Harry for a few days, Harry performing and you visiting your family in a small town a few hours out of central London. You'd come by late afternoon yesterday and now you're stuck.

You're meant to be going back to London in time for Harry's show, but with no car and none of your family having one to lend, you're shit out of luck. You didn't have the money or time to get the battery recharged or get a new one, and in all honesty, you didn't know what you needed to do for it anyway.

So, with your little suitcase and your purse, you got yourself a train ticket straight to London. You missed the first train, the bus getting you to the station three minutes late. So you had no choice but to wait in the warmth of the sun for seven minutes until the next one came.

You only stayed on that one for three stops, staring at your phone screen when the rail app told you that you'd need to get off. And you did, sat down for twenty minutes while you waited for the next one that took you straight to Greenwich.

By then it was already 7 pm and you knew you'd most likely miss his entire show at this rate. And then the train showed up and you hopped on it, squeezing between the standing people and you shoved your earphones in, playing an old playlist Harry had made you.

And that's when you get the text.

iMessage from H💞

Hey. You close, I'm on in an hour x

You sigh and rub your forehead, flicking back to the app on your phone and groaning when you realise you'll be twenty minutes on that train and then need to get another Bank one for six minutes, then a thirty-minute walk, and then the underground.

iMessage to H💞

Just left for the Greenwich line. Car broke and I don't have time or money on me to get it sorted. Taking the train and it's insane how many connections you have to make. I don't know what time I'm gonna be there. Does security know I'm coming in backstage? Xx

You lock your phone with a sigh and turn up the volume of the music, closing your eyes for a moment and trying to calm your nerves and anxieties.

Soon enough, you're getting off at Greenwich and onto the Bank train. Only when you go past Heron Quay do you realise that you've missed your stop and, essentially, gotten yourself lost.

Your panic only grows when Harry stops answering your calls and texts and then you realise it was 8:31 and he's already on stage, performing, without you supporting him on the side stage.

You try to call Jeffrey, but of course, no answer. Matt, no answer. Mitch, no answer. Jasmine, his opener, no answer. It'll be useless to call your parents, neither of them know the train lines and can't come and pick you up anyway because they don't drive.

You struggle to ask people where to go, most people pushing past you in their own hurry to get to their destinations, and you're shocked to not see any rail workers anywhere on the platforms to offer assistance.

So, you do what you do best. You panic. You slump down on one of the cold, metal benches with your suitcase by your side and purse in your lap. Tears are quick to prickle at your eyes and the air grows colder, bitter.