The hum of the Met Gala buzzed around you, a dizzying symphony of laughter, flashes, and the murmur of countless conversations. Clutching your drink like an anchor, you leaned subtly against the wall, letting the chaos swirl around you without pulling you in. The crowd was a kaleidoscope of vibrant fabrics, glittering jewels, and carefully curated personas—but it was still a lot to process.

"First time, eh?" a smooth, slightly playful voice broke through the din.

You glanced up to see none other than Harry Styles, resplendent in his own bold ensemble, his trademark charm radiating like a spotlight. His smile was both knowing and warm, the kind that instantly put you at ease without feeling overbearing. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering between you and the crowd.

"Let me guess," he continued, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You're either thinking, 'Wow, this is amazing,' or, 'How quickly can I make an escape without anyone noticing?'"

The way he leaned just a fraction closer, his expression softening, made it clear he wasn’t just teasing—he was genuinely interested.