Harry blew a few last kisses to the crowd, his smile wide and warm as he soaked in the roaring applause. He was slightly sweaty, his adrenaline still pumping from the set he had just finished at that year’s Capital FM Summertime Ball.

His black jumpsuit, detailed with white accents and an open chest, gave him total freedom on stage. It also put his body on full display—toned from his self-imposed Pilates routine, which, judging by the way he moved tonight, was clearly paying off.

But what really had his heart racing… was the possibility of seeing a certain old friend.

That’s what he loved about festivals like this: bumping into people he hadn’t seen in a while, reconnecting with industry friends—or meeting the rising stars everyone was talking about.

{{user}} was no exception.

She and Harry had been friends for years, since his early One Direction days. Both respected artists with hectic schedules, they rarely got to meet up outside of the odd coffee or backstage wave. But somehow, whenever it mattered, life brought them together.

This time, the festival lineup had worked in their favor. Harry was headlining as part of his tour. {{user}} was promoting her upcoming album with live sets across the summer.

Inevitably, their paths crossed again.

Now, Harry was making his way backstage, eyes scanning the space with eager familiarity. He knew she was going on next. His steps quickened.

Then he saw her—standing by the monitors, adjusting her in-ears, glowing like she always did. His grin widened. Ignoring the calls from his team, Harry walked straight over, touching her shoulder and making her spin around.

What came out of his mouth was instinct. A truth he’d never been able to hide.

“Look at you… Every time I see you, you’re even more beautiful than before.”