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finelinevogue · 2 years

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I might be a little late, but for blurb requests I’d love to see Harry and YN backstage either before or after the ONO show(s)!!!

anon: I would love blurbs about each of the one night only shows!!

anon: i feel like HH y/n meeting fans outside the ONO place and just the interactions would be adorable bonus if she meets Brittany Broski

what you guys want you guys get...

oh and also warning on smut ;)

May 20th 2022

“Harry!” You sang his name, holding the camera up at him whilst he was practicing on stage.

It was One Night Only in NYC tonight and the buzz around the crew and the band was electric. This was going to be the night that started everything. It was the night where Harry would finally get to hear his favourite songs being sang back to him.

He was currently on stage, holding his guitar as he readied himself to rehearse his new songs. He was dressed in a tight top and baggy trousers and honestly he’d never looked better. He was dressing above the nines for this era and you had to thank Lambert for that.

He turned to you and smiled.

“Hey love.” He continued to strum on his guitar as we walked over to you.

When he reached you, you moved your arm out to the side and pointed the camera towards the side of you face so you could capture the moment that Harry softly kissed your lips. You hummed in delight as his perfect lips got a taste of yours. He tasted like the mint chewing gum he was no doubt still chewing.

“Tell the vlog how excited you are for tonight.” You directed him to look towards the camera.

“Hi!” He gave a cute little wave and dimpled smile, but you could tell that he was putting on a slight front because he reserved his happiest moments for you, “I hope you are all loving the album and I can’t wait to see you all tomorrow night. Please come with the intention of lots of dancing and singing. I am very excited to get to play this album for you, because I wouldn’t be doing this without a single one of you.” He kissed the camera lens before moving back.

You turned your camera off then, feeling like you got a good amount of footage from his on stage preparation.

“Y’look really good right now y’know?” You told him.

“Do I now?” He smirked, staying close to you but couldn’t be infinitely close due to his guitar strapped around his neck.

“You know y’do.” You rolled your eyes.

Reaching your hands up, you undid the little clip he had in his hair and his hair fell down everywhere. It was a mess and slightly greasy, but you knew he was waiting for his pre-show shower. You gathered his hair back, drawing the little pieces of hair that had escaped last time, and put his hair back in the little clip.

“Thank you, baby.” He smiled and leant down to kiss you again.

“H! As much as I know you love your wife we really need to rehearse.” Jeff shouted, standing next to Molly and some of the sound guys.

“Duty calls.”

“If you need me, you’ll find me hanging out with Brittany.”

“I can’t wait to surprise her later.” Harry laughed.

“She’s going to faint, I fear.” You said, before walking off and leaving Harry laughing on the stage.

He had set up this Instagram takeover with Brittany because he knew how much of a huge fan she is of him. There was no denying that Brittany basically ran the Harry Styles promotion agenda on TikTok, seeing as you didn’t have it. Brittany deserved to meet your Harry and you were so excited to meet her too, what with being such a huge fan.

You walked outside of the venue, with one of Harry’s security guards like he’d politely asked you to, and went in search of Brittany. You’d been viewing the HSHQ stories and knew that she was interviewing fans in the line.

“OMG Y/N!” A girl screamed and then a lot of other girls screamed too. Your hands clammed up a bit over the large uproar and you had a brief moment of panic, before realising they were on the other side of a barricade so wouldn’t swarm you.

“Hi! You look amazing!” You complimented them, due to one of the girls wearing a recreation of the outfit that Harry had worn for Coachella night 2.

“So do you!” They complimented back and you had to suppress a laugh because you weren’t even in your evening dress yet. You were still in jeans and a Bode jumper that was Harry’s. Harry would argue that you looked beautiful right now, so you blushed and smiled at them instead.

“Is it okay if I film us for my vlog?” You took out your camera.

“Yes!” “OMG please!” “Stop it right now!” Were a few of the voices from the chorus of shouts urging you to record them for your vlog, probably because they knew that Harry watched your vlogs and ergo Harry would see them.

You held out your camera almost selfie style and tried to fit as many of them in the frame as possible. There was some minor shuffling and pushing, but nothing too out of control.

“Are you excited for tonight then?” You asked.

“We just want to be in and watching him already.”

“Yeah, like we’ve never seen him before so we’re struggling to believe that he’s even real.” They made you laugh.

“He’s real. I can assure you, but I do understand what you mean too. What are your guys’ favourite songs?” You were curious and Harry would be too.

“Definitely Matilda.” One of them said and it made your heart burst a little bit.

It was crazy that somebody’s favourite song was based off your childhood trauma, but you didn’t see it in a bad way. You thought Harry was special to have written a song so deep and meaningful to him through you. Matilda was a song that could be for anyone, yet it was only you and Harry that knew how much gravity the song truly held to you both.

“That’s like the saddest one!” You laughed, but also agreeing with them silently.

“He’s just so real and raw in it. I can’t even explain how bad I love it.” They looked like they were about to cry.

“Oh, honey. It’s okay. You’re okay.”

You didn’t know whether this song meant the same thing them as it meant to you so you leant in to give them a hug. You always wished you had had someone to hug you in your darkest moments, so hearing that maybe this fan felt the same way made you just want to hug their pain away. The security guard stood a little closer to you, but didn’t feel like this would be the time to interrupt.

“Thank you.” They said with a teary voice.

“I promise you H loves you so much, okay? And he’d want you to be happy tonight. Let’s smile and have fun and then cry later.” You said to all of them.

After saying your goodbyes and hugging few more of them, you went off in search of Brittany again. You wandered through the car park, admiring the chalk written on the floor, whilst keeping your head down to avoid a rush of fans towards you.

Eventually you found Brittany at the end of the carpark with a bunch of fans that clearly didn’t have tickets. You handed your camera to the security camera, who had filmed for you many times before, and instructed him to film you and this group of people.

As you were walking towards them, the fans started screaming and what made you even more surprised was Brittany started screaming too. You walked to her first and gave her a huge squeeze.

“I was starting to believe you weren’t real with how like perfect you and your life is.”

That was something that always stumped you, that just because you were dating a famous person that it automatically meant that your life was perfect. It was a weird social complex and it definitely wasn’t true. You and Harry had some horrible arguments sometimes and then it wasn’t like your childhood trauma stayed hidden in the closet all the time. You were a emotionally challenged individual, so it sometimes made you feel a bit misunderstood when people brushed that off.

You laughed anyways because that was just a personal thought. “So lovely to meet you!” You hugged her tightly, before letting go.

“You’re literally gorgeous too!” Brittany continued to compliment you.

“Says you! You look amazing and this outfit.. I mean I’m so jealous.”

“Yeah but you get to wear Harry’s clothes so, who’s really the jealous one? It’s me. It’s definitely me.” She joked.

You had a bit more of a conversation with her about what she was doing and where management had told her to go next. First, though, you thought you’d surprise these fans. Harry had given you the green light to do this when you’d asked him.

“How are you all doing? Are y’not cold?” You asked, seeing some of the girls were only wearing vest t-shirts and tiny skirts and it wasn’t exactly summer weather yet.

“We’re good. Just thought we’d come and join in with the activities in the car park.” One of them said.

“So none of you have tickets?” You questioned, furrowing your eyebrows at how dedicated they were and yet they still don’t get to see him.

“We tried but it was so difficult.”

“Yeah and then the resales were crazy expensive.”

“We’re just happy to get experience some of it though.” One of them said and the others nodded and agreed. That’s when you decided to step in with your surprise.

“Do you guys want to go to ONO?” You asked and they looked at you in confusion, as if they weren’t sure what you were asking and whether you were just teasing. You pulled out several tickets from your back pocket then. “’Cause I have spare tickets if you guys want to go?”

That’s when they started crying.

One girl literally crouched down because their legs wouldn’t hold them up. Another girl turned to their friend and hugged them whilst they cried together. Some of the parents even looked teary eyed as they got to see their daughters live out their dreams.

“Are you serious?” One of them asked through their tears.

“Yeah. If you wanna go, they’re yours.” You handed a ticket to the girl and helped them off the floor to give them a hug. “It’s okay.”

That was when you realised this was the second time you were giving the ‘it’s okay’ speech today. It reminded you of how much Harry’s fans loved him and how important he was in some peoples lives. Not everyone would get this kind of opportunity, so you stayed with them for a little bit as you tried to navigate this happy and surprising situation with them.

It was an hour later that you found Harry in his dressing room getting changed.

He was halfway through getting ready. By the looks of things he had freshly gotten out of the shower and had put on his leather pants to start assembling his outfit. Normally he was left alone to get dressed and have a shower, before Harry Lambert would come and fix everything up to look perfect and his hair stylist would come and blow his hair into place.

He looked up from where he was putting on deodorant, giving you a view of his ever-so-slightly- growing hairy armpits. He had had to shave them for the ‘As It Was’ music video, but now he wanted them to grow back.

“Hey bub, where’ve you been?” He asked, putting his deodorant down and stood waiting to listen to you.

“Meeting, hugging, consoling and gifting your fans.” You smiled, dropping your camera and phone on the counter.

“Consoling? Were they crying already?” Harry chuckled, opening his arms for you as you wandered over for a hug. He squeezed you tight when you reached him and the feeling of his warm chest against your cool cheek was comforting.

“Yeah they were talking about Matilda.”

Harry pulled you back slightly so you could rest your chin on his chest to look up at him. You could see the concern in his eyes, knowing how much that song means to you and the heavy story that it carried with it.

“And how did they make you feel? When they were talking about it?” He asked, bringing a hand up to caress his thumb over your cheek. You leant into his palm before talking.

“Proud that I’m still here and got to hug someone that might’ve been feeling like me years ago.” You bit your lip to refrain yourself from getting upset.

Harry nodded his head and remained silent, until he leant down a bit closer towards you and your lips.

“I have never been more proud to love someone as much as I love you.”

“Harry don’t...” You warned him, feeling the tears burn up in your eyes. He knows that you have a hard time taking compliments, but you had worked hard on it over the years. It’s only because you didn’t feel like crying right now that you wanted him to be quiet.

“No. You don’t. I get to be proud of m’wife and m’baby’s mum.” When he mentioned the last thing a tear slipped down your face. “I get to love you for being so strong. I get to tell you how I feel about this and you because I love you so fucking much.”

You started crying then.

“I said don’t.” You laughed through your tears, moving your head to rest your forehead on his chest.

“And I don’t care.” You felt him kiss the top of your head. He left a few kisses actually. “Hey, look at me.”

You lifted your head back up and didn’t even have a moment to comprehend what he was doing before his lips were on yours. He pushed himself into you, closer than before. He kissed and kissed until he knew your lips would be raw. He moved his tongue across your lips and tasted your cherry lipstick, before moving back and having a look at his work.

“Shut me up again?” You joked, giving him a kiss on his scruff filled chin.

“I have another way to shut you up.”

He sat himself down on the couch and manspread his legs, smirking as you watched him undo the buttons on his pants.

You bit your lip as your knelt on the floor. Your hands ran along his thighs, over his leather trousers, from his knees to area of skin exposed just above his trousers. You looked up at him before you planted a kiss to his already heaving chest. It was always flattering to know that you turned him on this quickly.

You moved his hands out of the way and carried on unbuttoning the pants. Once they were undone he moved his hips up for you to take them down. You were expecting to have to pull down a pair of boxers too, but when his length sprang out it seemed he was going commando.

He was already hard, pre-cum leaking from his tip as his cock pressed against his toned abs. He looked at you with so much hunger it was intoxicating. You gave him one final look in his eyes before dipping your head down.

You took him in your hand, softly kissing his length from the bottom to the top. You trailed your tongue down the length on your way back down. He groaned at every detail of contact. He was absolutely gone for you. Weak as a piece of paper holding a door open.

“Fucking hell.” He groaned, grabbing the back of your head and pushing you to take him in your mouth.

You rushed to get there first, inhaling as his length travelled through your mouth and hit the back of your throat. He held you in place, your nose touching his chest with him fully inside of you. You couldn’t breathe, but in the best way possible. You tapped his thigh when you needed air, Harry moving his hands away and letting you breathe again. Your eyes were watery red, but for a different reason now, and your lips were covered in a mix of saliva and his cum.

You moved your hands up and down his length, only taking the tip in your mouth this time. You swirled your tongue around it and moved your hands quicker.

Harry’s breathing became more and more laboured as he whined out praises to you. You couldn’t get over how good he tasted and how much better he felt sliding in and out of your mouth. He pushed your head back down and you took him all again, feeling every vein and bump his cock had to offer. You gagged and he nearly pulled back, but you took control and showed him you were okay by taking more. You let your tongue lick him as he hit the back of your throat again.

“God Y/N. Only you.” He mumbled, using his other hand to hold onto your hair.

You didn’t need to tap a second time because Harry came down the back of your throat before you needed another breath. You took him all, feeling his cock pump every last drop down for you to taste.

After he had finished, he let your head up and you giggled at how fun that was. You licked your lips to not waste any of his release. It was you who stood up and went to the small bathroom to retrieve a wet wash cloth.

You helped him clean himself up, before tucking him back into his trousers. He patted his thigh for you to come sit down on and you were instantly straddling him. Your hands went around his neck and fiddled with the hairs on the back of his neck, whilst his found home around your waist.

“That was a good way to shut me up.”

“Yeah? Y’liked that?” He teased, pinching your sides.

“Mhm.”

“I’ll love on you later. Promise.” He pouted his lips and you leant down to meet them, giving him a loving kiss.

“Oh. I’m expecting you too.”

Before you could mess around any more, Harry Lambert walked through the door. He sighed and made an exhausted noise and held the door open for a few more stylists to walk through.

“God you two.” Harry Lambert groaned.

“What?” Harry laughed, keeping you close to his chest as if it would somehow protect you.

“You’re too in love.” He mumbled, before directing people on where to set up.

“We’re not too in love, are we?” Harry quietly asked you.

You kissed him softly.

“How can we be, when I love you more today than I did yesterday?”

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be-with-me-so-happily · 2 years

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One Night Only in New York

*header created by @hstylesicons

ONE SHOT

Summary: Y/N won the contest of a lifetime, leading to an unbelievable experience attending the One Night Only in NY concert with Harry Styles.

*inspired by Brittany Broski taking over the HSHQ Instagram page

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A/N: I wanted to get it out asap. Just a little detour from my EWTNC series, with a big thanks to @runway-to-my-aid for this awesome idea!

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Warning: Some explicit language

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"No way! No fucking way!... Sorry… this is amazing! I can't believe it!"

"Y/N, believe it, you have won the contest!" The radio dj announces. "Not only are you going to the 'One Night Only' concert in New York, but you are also taking over the HSHQ Instagram for the day!"

This isn't real, this isn't real!

"How do you feel, love?" He asks.

"Like I'm dreaming! I'm so excited!" You reply.

"I'm excited for you! Stay on the line, and we will give you all the details. Enjoy your night tomorrow!"

"Thank you! Thank you so much!"

You stay on the call- finding out where you will go to get the tickets and meet the HSHQ team member who will be helping you 'run' the page.

~~~~~

Tonight is the night and you still feel like you're dreaming. You're a nobody, from nowhere, and just entered a contest. Now you get to see Harry Styles perform! Plus, help post some stories to his other Instagram page!

Life isn't real right now. It can't get much better.

You made sure you wore a cute, but comfortable, outfit and head out the door. You'll be getting to the UBS Arena early to meet the team member, go over the ideas they have, and film a few little clips before the show.

As you arrive in the Uber, you can see and hear the excitement of all the fans waiting to get in. You almost missed this. You weren't originally able to get a ticket, and you are so grateful to now have this amazing opportunity.

You find where you need to go and meet the team member, Timothy, to go over the logistics of what tonight will look like.

You walk over to a spot in front of the arena doors to do your first Instagram story.

"Hi everyone! My name is Y/N and tonight I am taking over the HSHQ Instagram page to give you a behind-the-scenes look of the 'One Night Only' show here in New York! Let's go!"

"That was great." Said Timothy. "Let's go inside and get some shots of the venue while it's empty."

"Are you serious?" You ask, hardly able to control your excitement.

"Yeah! You're giving a behind-the-scenes look sweetie, so you've got to go… behind the scenes!" He chuckles.

You shake your head, still not fully grasping the luck you've had already.

You walk inside the doors and he leads you around the entryway to the merch store.

"Oh wow! These are sweet!" You exclaim, eyes being diverted as you look at each new sweater and hat that'll be available tonight.

"I feel so sneaky, but I'm at the merch store and I want to show you some of the goodies we can get tonight!"

You hold up a new blue hoodie for a boomerang clip to post.

"Another good one, Y/N. You're a natural at this." Timothy states.

You laugh. "I think I've tapped into some sort of autopilot, because I'm screaming on the inside!"

He laughs too. "You'd never know. Let me take you somewhere I think the fans would like."

You walk in the auditorium and gasp. You're getting the first look at what you'll be seeing tonight and you are taken aback.

"It's breathtaking!" You exclaim. "What if we show… if it's okay… a view from the stage? That way fans will still be surprised by the backdrop."

"That's a perfect plan! Builds the suspense too." Timothy agrees.

"Take a look at the view from stage! I can't wait for tonight! Where are you going to be singing from?"

Timothy scans as much of the venue as he can without giving anything else away.

"I think that's good. We've got a little bit of time left before start letting people in." He says as he looks at his watch. "I'm thinking we can do something for the fans."

'The fans', as if you aren't one of them, freaking out right now like every single person waiting in line.

You follow him outside and head over to an area where there are people just waiting around and hanging out.

"Here. Find a small group of about four that are not in line. Ask them questions like where they are from and what their favorite new song is, or something like that." He smiles. "We've got a surprise for a few of them."

You walk around, wishing you could pick every single one for whatever Timothy has in store for them. You see a group of two young girls and what looks like to be their moms.

"Hi there! You don't happen to be big Harry Styles fans, do you?" You ask, smiling as you see that they are head-to-toe in official (and homemade) Harry Styles clothing.

"Yes!!" The two young girls exclaim.

"I'm actually taking over the official HQ Instagram for today, can I ask some questions and post them on the stories, moms?" They both nod and Timothy pulls up his phone.

"What are your favorite songs from the new album, girls?" You asks.

"Daydreaming!" One squeals.

"As It Was!" Squeals the other.

"Have you ever been to a Harry Styles concert before?"

They all shake their heads.

"Wow, me either. It can be our first times together!"

"No, we don't have tickets." One of the girls admits, looking so heartbroken. "We came… just… I don't know… believing in a miracle or something!"

Timothy interrupts with a cough and hands you something. You quickly stare down and grin. You look back up and make sure Timothy is ready to film again.

"Well, I just happen to have these four tickets for tonight. I don't suppose… you girls would want them…?" You joke.

The noises they make could break glass, but you don't care, because you are enjoying the pure happiness on their faces.

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you so much!!" They say, as they give you a big group hug.

Timothy puts away his phone and the moms thank you both for making the girls' dreams come true.

"I'm just the delivery girl. I won the opportunity to do this! So, I'm so glad you'll get to watch it. Now we really will all have our first concert tonight!"

You give one more hug each, say goodbye, and Timothy leads you away.

"That was amazing! I know exactly how that feels. This is so wild and so fun!" You state.

"That stuff is always the best." He agrees.

~~~~~

During the few hours before show time, you were allowed to eat some food from the catering staff, buy some merch for yourself, and see a little more behind-the-scenes stuff for yourself.

As showtime approaches, Timothy takes you to a spot in the pit where he usually stands.

"I'll take some photos and videos with my phone so that you can enjoy the show." He states.

"Okay, I'm just warning you that I'll be screaming most of the time."

He chuckles. "That's fine as long as it's okay that I will be too."

You both bust up laughing.

The lights dim and everyone screams, including Timothy. Your heart races as you see the stage all lit up and then moreso when you see the man of the night. He is dressed in a t-shirt with rows of red hearts, black pants, red Gucci sneakers, and a big yellow necklace.

How does he do that? How does he make an outfit like that look so good… so sexy?

He starts 'Music for a Sushi Restaurant' and you are instantly yelling out every word as best you could (you had been listening to the album almost nonstop since it came out).

Each song is perfection, and the energy in the audience never dies. You are all so collectively mesmerized by the moment.

You're in tears as he plays 'Matilda', as is everybody else. Even Timothy is a little teary.

You have goosebumps. This is the best experience of your life. There's not much that could top this.

~~~~~

The encore finishes and you have to snap yourself out of the trance you feel like you were just in. It was a dream, and you're actually really bummed that it had to end.

"Hey, let's get a clip of you're reaction to the show, yeah?"

You nod.

"Okay, well, there aren't many words to describe that experience. I was taken to a whole other dimension or something because it was so spectacular! Thank you to HSHQ for letting me do this! I am forever grateful!"

"Excellent!"

"Thank you so much Timothy. This really has been amazing! I still can't believe I won that contest and got to do this. Thank you." You give him a hug.

"Aw, from me and the whole team, you're welcome sweetie." He smiles. "I actually took some videos of you during the concert… I was going to take you back to relax for a bit while the crowds clear out, and go over them to see if you're okay with me posting any?"

"Oh! Sure. I'm definitely not going to turn down that offer." You giggle.

You follow him backstage and into a room with some chairs, a couch, a table, a coffee bar, and a TV screen. There's people walking in and out, and it's just fun little hang out room. You sit on the couch with Timothy and he goes through some of the videos he took. "I just wanted to capture the 'fan experience' through your eyes." He says.

"Yeah, it's a good idea. I don't mind if you post any of them. I'm bias towards the first one with 'Music for a Sushi Restaurant' since that's one of my favorites." You admit.

"Okay, definitely that one then." He adds it to the stories.

A few more people walk in and they are a bit louder than the others have been, which catches your attention.

Suddenly you gasp. Your heart stops and jaw drops. Walking through the door and towards you is him. Is Harry Styles.

"Oh my god," is all you manage to mutter.

"Hello. Y/N right?" You nod and he reaches out for a hug. You quickly stand up and reciprocate.

His embrace is the warmest, most tender, safest thing you have ever experienced. It's just all joy and love.

"Thank you for taking over today. Thanks for doing this." He points to Timothy's phone.

Finally, you snap back to being a functioning human being and find words to say, but still in disbelief.

"Are you kidding? Thank you for giving me the chance!" You reply.

"It's my pleasure. I liked what you posted." He smiles.

"Wha-" you stutter. "You watched them?"

"F'course. Had to see the 'behind-the-scenes' experience from your point of you." He smiles again. It's full of sunshine. He's just so bright. "Timothy was texting me that you were doing really good.

You glance at Timothy, you just see that he has a grin on his face.

"Thank you. Oh my god, this is fucking unreal, and I feel pathetic right now." You giggle.

"What?" Harry giggles back. "It's just lil ol' me. Just Harry."

You just shake your head and look into those beautiful green eyes.

He adds, "I really liked you showing the inside of the arena without showing the stage. It's like… it's like edging a lil bit. It was good." He nods towards Timothy.

"It was her idea." Timothy admits.

You laugh. "Definitely nothing like you do it, but I thought it was fun."

Harry looks at you, wide-eyed, with a huge grin that takes his dimples to a deeper level. "Really? It was your idea?"

You start to blush.

Oh come on, not in front of him.

"I liked it. I liked the whole idea of the fan's point of view." His expression turns inquisitive. "Umm… I like to get a good night's sleep, but I do need some dinner…" he pauses to clear his throat. "Would you like to join us? I'd love to hear your thoughts on the whole thing."

"Are you kidding?"

"I don't joke about dinner." He smirks.

"As you shouldn't." You chuckle. "I'm… I'm still in shock from winning the contest, and now Harry Styles is asking for my thoughts on his show? This is nuts."

"You can just call me Harry, love." He winks. "Come on. Like I said, I don't joke about dinner, and m'starving." He raises his arm in that gentlemanly manner, with his elbow out, so that you can wrap your hand around it.

He looks over at you and smiles, looking down at your outfit. "By the way, you make that official Harry's House sweater look really good."

~~~~~

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