y/n meets harry

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i don't want to go to this concert but my friend s are making me, i'd so rather go thrift shopping ??!

we arrive at the concery im wearing high rise skinny jeans and a cute crop top with my sandals, i could care less i swear.

the band is performing and i am minding my own buisniesss while reading. i look up beteidinh and make eye contact i with one of these hues , he has green eyes and brown shaggy hair. nothing much i look down at my book again.

i feel a tap on my shoulder it's a security guard and he is tapping me on the shoulder so i can go backstage, i am confused but i go anyway.

"hallawh i'm harrahhyy" i hear a strong british accent say.
l"um am i supposed to know you??" i say wusrtionsbly. "yes!" he says ws he pins me against the wall.

we make our and have hot raw sex goodnight
😴

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