after the concert, you go behind stage to load the photos on your computer so they’ll be ready to post tomorrow. your immediately met by a tall teenage boy with wild brown hair and a semi-wet shirt. you smile at him as you walk by him. harry’s the best looking one out of the band, and he nice whenever you guys talk.

harry smiles back, pretty teeth on display. “hey! did you like the show; did you get some good pictures?” he asks, his english accent thick as he speaks to you.