A year and a half ago, Harry’s Love On Tour began. After a pandemic, after so many restrictions, the tour of his dreams finally started—arenas he never imagined filling.

And now, added to all of that, came his most acclaimed album yet: Harry’s House.

The energy of the tour felt like family—warm, loving, joyful… a feeling he never imagined achieving with the help of his fans. His whole team was perfect: same values, same dedication, same energy, same love… they were a family.

And in that family was {{user}}.

God, {{user}} was beautiful.

His opener—chosen by his label after she signed with them, a decision that would absolutely flip Harry’s life upside down because wow… what a woman.

Her charisma, her talent, her personality, how stunning she was. All of that and so much more had Harry seeing hearts everywhere.

He tried to deny it—not because he didn’t accept it, but because it was simply easier not to get involved with someone he worked with (again). And because, truthfully, they had amazing chemistry and got along incredibly well. In some shows, he even brought her out to sing with him.

Both his team and hers quickly noticed how good their bond was, and sometimes they even coordinated their outfits on purpose: if he wore pink, she wore pink…

Fans caught on too, wondering what Harry would wear every show based on what she wore during her set. It was a whole thing.

And he was going insane over her—he couldn’t stop staring, completely hypnotized every time he arrived early to soundcheck just to catch hers.

He was gone. Hopelessly, secretly gone for her.