Temporary Fix

The screaming is deafening. I’m holding onto Ashton’s hand tightly, trying not to get lost in the sea of girls that only seems to intensify. I can already feel the adrenaline building up inside me, the rush pulsing through my veins at the thought of seeing him. Yes, him. Harry Styles. I’ve been waiting so long to be here in this moment, it almost feels like a dream. Am I dreaming this all up? I take a deep breath and pinch myself to confirm that I am actually here and then look over at Ashton again. He’s checking his phone again, a bored look on his face. I wouldn’t have chosen him as my first option. I would have just gone with my girlfriends, but summer classes at Portland State had begun and I was the only one that had decided not take summer classes. So, the only other option was to take the guy I had been dating for the last couple of months. He was charming when he wanted to be, but he seemed more bored than active. I huffed as I swatted the phone down, and looked into his eyes.
“Ash. Hellooooo.” I wave a hand in front of his face, as he frowns and looks at me again.
“Jacks, you know I really like you. I just don’t understand why we had to go to this prick’s concert. He’s not even that good.” He rolls his eyes, and glances back down at his phone.
Usually, I would protest and made a scene at such wild statement but I remain quiet. Nothing is going to ruin my mood tonight. Tonight is all about the babe that is about to stand on stage. My heart begins to beat harder and harder.

“Because.” I say, distracted. I toss my hair over my shoulder and let out a breath.
I glance down at my phone. Only two more minutes.
I grab Ashton’s arm by instinct and pull in a sharp breath, bouncing on my heels.
“Oh my god!” I scream, my voice trailing and getting lost in the ocean of the others.
Familiar music begins to flood the arena, and my chest is pounding wildly.

“I can play you anything you want on my guitar, Jackie.” He whispers in my ear, his hot breath causing light shivers down my spine.

I ignore him and shoot my hand into the sky, feeling the euphoria of seeing Harry in front of me. We are so close to the stage that I can see this mic stand clearly in the shadows of the visuals, the song advancing to its first initial climax.
“Yowwwwwwwww!!”
I swear my heart stops for a second as I watch him run into the center of the stage with his guitar, the lights suddenly flickering and focusing on him as his entire body shuffles and moves to the timing of the song. He thrusts into the air, and already the veins on his neck rise, as he yells the chorus.
I can’t move. I can only look right at him. I’ve waited so long and it all feels like an illusion.

“When it turns out she’s a devil in between the sheets, and there’s nothing she can about itttttt!”
His fingers glide up and down the mic stand, and his mouth presses into the microphone as he strains his neck back again.
My heart is pounding as I lurch forward, and begin yelling the lyrics out, a feeling swelling through my body.

How is he real? How is this possible?

Harry continues to perform wildly and I feel like I’m floating. What a man……
The song is ending, and just as I’m about to belt out the final line of the song, one of the strobe lights falls over my head and I’m looking directly at him in his full glory. Somehow are eyes meet, and I watch continue to stare at me, as I realize what is happening. He sings the final phrase, and bites down on his lips, his eyes dancing with a smile. He looks over at me and he nods in my direction for a brief moment before walking to the other side of the stage.

I feel Ashton grabbing hold of my arm possessively, pulling me back towards him.

“Who does this guy think he is?” I hear him mutter under his breath. I’m in cloud 9 though.
The show continues in a full blown pace and my eyes keep finding Harry’s. Can he really see me up there, in front of all these people?
I feel shy all of a sudden, in my Hipsta Please shirt, pulling on the hem.

“Are you guys having fun??” He bellows into the mic, his ringed fingers connecting with the top of the mic. He’s smiling and I can feel the energy he’s giving off.
I stand still, as he gazes through the crowd, saying hi to everyone. He’s the sweetest boy. I’m lost in my own world, as I think about him once again, goosebumps rising against my arms. Suddenly, he’s looking at me once again.
“Are you doing alright, love?”
He smirks, and tilts his head to the side waiting for my reply.
I breath in so sharply, as I aggressively nod my head, forcing myself to smile back. I can feel my body freezing up and my face becoming so hot. I grin stupidly, watching him watch me.
The crowd is screaming, yelling at Harry to notice them, but he’s still looking right at me.
You’re adorable-
He mouths, winking as he walks away again.

Did he really just say that? Am I hallucinating? OH MY GOD.
“Jakie, what are you doing?” Ashton hisses in my ear.
I ignore him again, as I jump up and down to the next song, letting Harry’s sweet voice to fill my ears.

“Sweeeet creatureeeee..”
He murmurs into the mic, as he tucks his hand under the neck of his guitar, strumming the familiar notes to the song I love. He’s looking at me again, and I can feel Ashton’s hand as he pulls me again possessively.
Ashton is in a band. Ashton plays guitar. Ashton says he likes me and he’s working on a new song just for me. Ashton’s singing is hypnotic. The truth is none of that matters.

Harry has a grip on me right now, and reality doesn’t seem to matter.

He keeps running through the setlist, and the more his eyes land on me, the more I want to be with him. There’s an addictive pull in the air as he plays and plays, and I’m losing myself in the sound.

Suddenly, I hear the opening notes of a song I know- but it isn’t just Harry’s.

“Saw your body language, and I know how you’re feeling, and you look like the kind of girl who’s tired of speaking. Standing with somebody but he doesn’t know what you likeeeeee.”

My heart pounds harder and harder as I look up at Harry. Our eyes connect. This is a song he has never played live at any of his shows. This is a song he’s hardly ever sang live with his band, and my pulse is soaring past the clouds. I glance over at Ashton and feel the song relating to me.
Everyone is screaming now, harder than before, as Ashton drops his gaze, gritting his teeth.

I try to shake the feeling. The song isn’t about me. Harry doesn’t know me. This is all just a coincidence. Isn’t it?
“Tonight is on your lips and I feel like I’m locked in. There’s a million eyes, I don’t care if they’re watching. Your body is saying everything, I don’t have to read your minddddd.”

He nods at me again, and winks, driving his fingers on the strings of his guitar, his veins showing on his neck once more.
I drift away from the song, and continue to pinch myself, as the moment builds to a climax. He yells, and the stage erupts in a bursts of staged fire.
“Thank youuuu.Thank youuuu. I love you, Seattle. Goodnighttt!”
He bows, and runs off the stage as the crowd begins to chant. Already yelling for the encore.
I hold my breath, as I long for him to come back on stage and continue to look right at me.

Suddenly, I feel someone touch my arm and I turn around expecting to see an annoyed Ashton at my side. Instead, it’s a stage manager and he’s calling me over. I can’t seem to find Ashton anywhere, and I feel dazed.

“He wants you to come back there!”
I feel my eyes going wide, as I yell a “What” back at him.

“He wants you to go back there right now!”
I cover my mouth with my hand, as I barely nod and allow the staging manager to hand me off to security. I continue to hold my hand over mouth as they walk me down out the doors to the side of the stage, and through a hallway, where the sound of the screaming girls fades just a little bit. We are backstage then, as I sit on one of the couches and the manager give me a thumbs up and runs out.

My heart is beating so fast, I’m losing control. This doesn’t happen to people like me. This isn’t real.
Is it?
I hear Harry running back on stage to sing his encore, and I find my fingers tightening over my shirt again.

I close my eyes and silently sing out the words to Kiwi, trying to calm my breathing.
This is a dream, Jackie. A beautiful, beautiful dream. Right?
“Be safe out there tonight! Thank you, Thank you! I love you, Seattle. My heart is racing so hard, as I hear the girls chanting.

I close my eyes again, and tap my foot to try to stabilize myself. I feel something wet drip from my forehead into my hands. Is that sweat? Oh my God. I’m sweating.

“Well hello there.”
A voice breaks through the silence, and my eyes shoot open.
There he is in front of me. In the flesh. I close and open my eyes rapidly, pinching myself again and again, but the picture never changes.
Harry…

“Hhh-hiii.”
I start, biting down hard on my lip.

“Aren’t you a wild one..”
He says chuckling to himself, walking closer and closer to me.

I giggle nervously, and press my palms into the couch.
“Are you nervous?”
He whispers, giving me a half smile.
I nod gently and glance up at him again not even believing this is real.
“Don’t be nervous, love. I’m just a regular guy.”
I don’t say anything, as I smile again. This time I feel it breaking out across my face.
I immediately find my arms connecting to his torso, and I let out a silent scream.

“Is this real?” I mutter to myself.

“Oh yes, love. This is very real. It’s a pleasure to meet you…umm…”
He looks at me, questioningly, and I realize he’s trying to get my name.
“Oh! I’m Jackie. Hiiiii Harry.”
I feel my words tumbling over themselves, and I feel my face getting hot again.
“Aren’t you cute…”
He hugs me back and laughs, making my heart pound once again.

“Wh-yyy. Wh-yyy mee-ee?”
I manage to get out. My nervousness taking over permanently now.
“Why you?!”
He exclaims, getting up from the couch and pacing.

“Because you’re different. Since the moment I saw you, there was something about you that drew me in. I couldn’t let you go, without at least saying hi to one of my sweet fans!”

I smile nervously, and find myself relaxing a little bit in his presence. I find quickly, that he had such an impression on me. He has a relaxing way of being.

We begin to chat, and I find myself opening up more. I had always hoped Harry was nice. I had always hoped that he would be a kind as he seemed, and to my surprise he was. We talk and talk and I feel my face getting warm again for a different reason. He’s flirting with me.
I seem to forget that the man in front of me is The harry Styles, and begin to see what is under the service. His green eyes studying me intently. His dimples rising every time he smiles. The way he talks real slow, really thinking about what he’s going to say to me. He keeps getting closer and closer, closing the distance between him and I on the couch.
“Well aren’t you popular?” he whispers, smirking.

My phone has being buzzing again and again all night long. I know its Ashton but I really haven’t cared. Harry has brought him and asked about him, but I don’t have much to say.
But now I know, I need to get back to him. I wonder what he’ll say. What he’ll do…

“I have to go… My boyfriend is looking for me.”
He cocks his head to the side and smirks.

“You mean that guy over there?”
I look towards the hallway at some people hustling, behind some security guards, and see a bit of his dirty blonde hair present in view.

I swallow and nod my head, readying myself to go back to him.
I don’t want to go back. I have found a strange, immediate connection with Harry that has me in complete disbelief.

But this is just one night. He wouldn’t really choose me. I’m just some fan.
“You mean that prick who didn’t seem the least bit interested in you?”
He gets a little closer and looks right into my eyes.

“Why don’t you stay?”
“I want to… but he’s waiting for me.” I mumble.
Harry looks at me with a twinge of sadness and amusement as I walk over towards the door to the hallway. I glance back to look at him sitting there. He’s stretch out, sitting on the couch, watching me as I walk backwards towards the door.

“Wait- how will I find you again?” he yells.
I shrug and begin to speak, when Ashton suddenly seems and angrily grabs hold of my arm.
“What the hell, Jackie!” He yells and begins to steer us towards the exit as I look back at Harry.

He’s folding his arms, with an eyebrow raised.
I bite my lip as I try to pull away from Ashton suddenly, only looking at Harry.

I hear music suddenly and I realize its Harry playing the song from before. I hear the words pouring out from his room backstage, as girls all around begin to scream.
All I can see is you waking up in my t-shirt.
If you’re not hooked to anything right now, I can be your vice.

My arm is suddenly snatched from under Ashton, and I hear Harry whisper in my ear.

“You can call me, when you’re lonely. When you can’t sleep. I’ll be your temporary fix, you control me. Even if it’s just tonight.”
Ashton fights to take me back as Harry kicks him to the floor and we are running out the exit doors, my adrenaline building.
We keep running as we run past screaming girls, and security guards looking confused.
How did this happen to me? How am I holding Harry Styles’ hand right now, running away?
My heart is beating fast as we make it to the edge of the street, haling a taxi that is coming our way.

“Come on, come on!” He yells, laughing as he flies into the backseat, setting me into his laugh.

“Mister, go! Go, go go!”

The Taxi rips away from the curb and I hear the song again playing softly in the background. I look up at Harry in bewilderment and he just shrugs.

Feel you on my neck while I’m calling a taxi
Climbing over me while I climb in the backseat
Now we’re taking off, now we’re taking it off tonight
We laugh as we watch the girls on the curb and Ashton looking pissed. They become tinier and tinier as Harry puts his finger on my chin and leans into kiss me.
We call this what you like, let me be your good night

Notes

Hey! It's been a really long time since I've written anything. Like years! I decided to start out by posting this one shot I promised a friend. It's really cheesy and very fantasy- but its a start. I used to write full stories before on another site, but I phased out of it for a little while. I am going to begin writing full stories again this summer and I kind of excited. Hope you guys enjoy this stupid little fantasy one shot.

PS- here you go, Jacks <3