Harry Styles Do Be A Potter

Harry ran gel through his long luscious locks, twirling a curl between his slender musician fingers. He never, not once in his short twelve years of life, did he imagine that he would receive an opportunity like this one.

Last week, a couple days after he'd gone stealing with Taylor, they had been offered a gig opening for frEd and George Sheeran (their stage name). It was a dream come true for Harry. Shortly afterward he went into a coma from shock. Then Dumbledore healed him and gave him fifty points to Gryffindor for his bravery and resilience.

His heart pounded out of his chest (not literally, silly goose), as he popped a pimple on his forehead.

"Give me that!" the pimple-covered girl (Niall-Hermione) snatched the pimple-popper out of the nearly flawless boy's skin. She focused on one right in the middle of her eyebrow, squeezing it till no pimple was left, leaving a giant red mark.

"You're gonna need a lot of concealer girl...guy." Louis retorted, tightening his suspenders so his red pants wouldn't fall down in front of the thousands of people waiting for them to sing.

Harry didn't acknowledge his friend's idle chatter, he was above it. He took a breath, in and out. In and out. In and out.

But, when Taylor walked in the dressing room, he felt like he couldn't breathe at all. She was dressed casually in a cat sweater but still looked gorgeous--he couldn't say anything to her face. This was Harry's first time seeing her since he'd woken up from his coma.

He winked at her from afar.

Louis turned to Harry and murmured under his stinky breath in a harsh whisper, "Don't you flirt with my little sister."

"Lol, she's 13, we're 12," Harry replied, dismissing his friend's concerns.

"Well-uh-she was adopted later on. She's been hurt before, if you break her heart, I will break your face."

Harry gasped--not his face! But quickly composed himself, "I'll do what I want," he flung his hair over his shoulder dramatically, "for love!"

Louis sputtered, "what? No--I just said,"

Harry cut his 4th best friend off quickly, "I'm sorry Lou, but Taylor and I are dating anyways." he announced, with a nod of confirmation from Taylor in her cat sweater.

The band gasped in shock!

"Taylor! What!!!" Zayn exclaimed.

"Omg! Congrats girl! I love that for you." Niall-Hermione smiled, and picking up her courage did the one thing she's been dying to do, "speaking of...hey Louis? Wanna date?" she held her breath in anticipation and dread of rejection.

Louis shrugged, "...okay."

Niall-Hermione squealed, "YAY!!!" and threw confetti from her satchel into the air.

Zayn thought he might die on the spot, what was he jealous for? He thought to himself. Taylor...or Niall-Hermione?

Taylor made her way into the cheering audience, to her front row seats. She glanced over to the next-door venue. One Direction's rival band the DeathEaters. She frowned, dreading the bad blood between the two bands.

While looking that way, she caught a glimpse of the man sitting next to her, decked out in full One Direction merchandise head-to-toe. He had a hat with Liam on it, a cardigan with Zayn on it, socks with Louis on it, his shoes had Niall-Hermione on the bottom, and pants with Harry on it. Then he was wearing a shirt with the whole band in a pose. They were all hand-painted, since One Direction had no official marketing team, and therefore no merchandise (YET).