My friends and I were out on the town on a Tuesday night. We would regret it in the morning, but we all had a shitty start to the week- flat tires, breakups, you name it- so we decided to be reckless and to let go.

     We went all out, shimmying into sparkly dresses, subjecting our feet to the torture of heels, and slapping on some makeup. Abby suggested the homey Irish pub downtown, which was perfect.

     After a round of beers at the nearly empty bar, Siara was the one who gave me a push towards the karaoke stage. With liquid courage in my veins and a scowl sent towards her, I marched to the platform.

     Glancing at the song list was merely a formality- I already knew what I wanted to sing. I then readied myself in front of the microphone.

     "I've got fire for a heart, I'm not scared of the dark," I sang, "You've never seen it look so easy."

     My friends were laughing as they recognized the song, Siara nearly fell out of her chair. It was no secret that I was a One Direction fan, and so their predictions probably came to life before them.

     I grinned at their reactions, but continued, "I got a river for a soul, and baby you're a boat, and baby you're my only reason."

     I sang in their direction, their giggles threatening my composure. "If I didn't have you, there would be nothing left, the shell of a man that could never bees his vest."

     "If I didn't have you, I'd never see the sun, you taught me how to be someone, yeah."

      I was so glad that the bar wasn't busy today, I was really getting into it by the end of the song.

      "You were great!" Abby said, holding back a laugh, and Siara didn't even try to stop her laughter, getting a "yeah" in there. I was totally laughing too.

     "Your turn!" I yelled, ready to watch them suffer. They went off together to choose a song.

     "That was quite a performance," quipped a deep voice, a British accent present.

      "Thanks," I laughed, glancing at the man beside me. I sat for a second and then did a double take.

     "Holy fuck!" I exclaimed, nearly falling out of my chair, "You're Harry fucking Styles!"

      He chuckled, amusement danced in his beautiful eyes. "That's me. And you are..."

     To which I blinked once before answering, "Eliza."

     Then, remembering that he heard me sing his song, I cringed. "I bombed your song, didn't I?"

     "Not at all," he said, "You were actually pretty good."

     "You're joking," I said, shocked.

     "No, seriously!" said Harry and then continued, "Even though you sang 'bees his vest' instead of 'be his best'."

     I choked on my beer and went into a coughing frenzy.

     "Are you okay?" he asked, and all I could do was nod.

      But once I recovered, I grinned at him "I'm perfectly fine."

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Music Prompt- Karaoke

You're singing karaoke in a bar along to your favorite band's new song, and you unknowingly sing the lyrics fabulously wrong! No big deal, right?

Well...After your performance, you're approached by none other than one of the members of your favorite band who corrects you.

What do you do now?