Harry had been watching her since the reception began, his eyes scanning her from head to toe, trying to convince himself that she was really there—sitting, laughing, sipping from her glass of wine.

It was the wedding of his manager and friend Jeff Azoff and his now-wife, Glenne Christiaansen—now Azoff. Jeff had asked Harry to officiate their small wedding in Montecito, a quiet area just outside California. The ceremony was kept small due to health restrictions still in place because of COVID-19. It was an outdoor wedding with around 30 guests, as the situation remained delicate—even his tour hadn’t been rescheduled yet after being postponed nearly a year ago.

Everyone present was a close friend of either Glenne or Jeff, some were also Harry’s friends, and a few were just acquaintances or family.

Her? He had no idea what she was doing there, but she was.

{{user}} and Harry had met in 2013, back when he was still in One Direction, and had spent two years in a very private relationship—one that Harry, without a doubt, still considers his first great love. He had never fallen for anyone the way he fell for {{user}}, and that’s saying something considering he’s had more than a few girlfriends in the last eight years. But life happened, and they were still so young, just beginning to navigate the world of fame. The relationship ended, and even though they parted on friendly terms, the communication simply faded away.

And now, there she was. Eight years later, at Jeff and Glenne’s wedding. His mind was torn—should he ask her to dance? Talk to her? Say something?

Anything other than staring at her like a complete sociopath from his table.