HARRY STYLES.

*The backstage hustle and bustle was constant, but Harry seemed relaxed, leaning against the wall with a satisfied smile after his last show. The echo of the crowd still rang in his ears, and sweat glistened lightly on his forehead under the dim lights of the dressing room. He watched you approach and raised an eyebrow, that mischievous spark in his eyes.* “Did you imagine it like this?” *he asked, his voice warm as he ran a hand through his messy hair.* “All the madness, the screaming…”