Irresistible (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

61: Christmas With the Styles (Part 2)

(A/N: One year ago today we all heard the magic that is Harry's first solo single, Sign of the Times. We are very very lucky.)

(A/N: If you caught my twitter rant you know why this gif is here. I love you all very much but not as much as I love this gif-worthy moment, it's just a fact of life my lovely readers. I don't scream when I'm truly scared and yet when this man teased us I legitimately screamed and nearly fell off my couch. I hope you love this chapter. Enjoy!)

I can distantly hear the rest of the room chatting but it's just that, distant. Everything around me is muffled as I stare down at the five little letters that could hold the key to the next year or so of my life.

This is really happening.

Back when Nick was just about terrifying me over dinner with the prospect of having to decide, I hadn't exactly thought about the exact moment he asks me to go with him. I think I was too preoccupied with the fact that the whole subject hadn't come up yet to think about what would happen if it did.

I know it should be an immediate yes. I want to give him an immediate yes, and in my head, I'm screaming yes, yes, yes, but I'm so stunned by this that all I can manage to do is fold back the tab and pull out the contents of the envelope.

"You've got the schedule for the first leg of the tour there," he gestures to the top packet. "We're performing at all these small venues from September to December. I wanted to get back to my roots you know. Way back when One Direction started we had a period where we performed in all these smaller venues and I want to feel that again before we go into the arena tour next year."

I can hear the excitement in his voice and I'm sure if I looked up at him instead of taking in each bit of information, I'd find a wide toothy smile on his face. "It should be fun, it's been so long since I performed in an intimate setting. And I can't wait to show you around them, love."

And I want you to show me.

There are details on every venue he'll be performing in as well as the complete setlist and travel accommodations and tickets.

It's all here.

He has really thought of everything it seems.

Could it really be this easy?

"What's this?" I pass him a packet with none other than the word Gucci across the top of it.

"Ahh, well they are dressing me for the tour. These are all the concepts."

"Seriously?"

"Yep, Harry's (the stylist) coming over when we get back to go over it all. Then there will be a fitting that I'll want you around for."

"Why would you want me there? I know nothing about fashion," I chuckle.

"I'm no expert either, Mia," I roll my eyes at him. That's the biggest lie. He knows his way around a designer label. I mean come on, you don't have Gucci exclusively dress you for your own tour without being at least a semi fashion icon.

"It'll be fun, I promise."

I agree to be there for his fitting before I continue looking through what's left.

"That's not the official pass," he points out as I lift up a baby pink and shiny slip of paper with VIP on the front.

Awe, he made me my very own homemade VIP card.

He's adorable.

"They haven't been made up yet but you'll be the first to get one. Unless you like this homemade one best. All the crew, band, and security will know who you are anyway so it's not like you'll need one but it's good to keep it with you just in case. And I won't let you aimlessly roam about the theater on your own, if I could get you on stage with me I would. I don't want to be without you."