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chemiste · 5 years ago

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The Faint Headed and Light Hearted ~ one-shot ~

a/n: yo girl is back with another one shot, i had this idea swirling around in my head after watching one of the many harry styles youtube tour edits and just.. decided to roll with it! love you guys <3

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You don’t how, but some way, after all the double shifts you pulled, you were able to buy a pit ticket to see Harry fuckin Styles perform on his tour.

His songs had been your savior these past months, moving to LA to start fresh since college wasn’t quite cutting it for you. Thankfully, a friend of yours knew someone that was leaving for Tokyo and wanted to rent out their apartment, you jumped at the chance and even got a friend discount on the rent.

You’d found a job at a book store in Beverly Hills that paid well since they only hired ‘the best’ and had been working there for a few months.

Now the day was finally here, Harry was in LA for his tour and you were going to see him LIVE, ON STAGE, IN PERSON.

“You’re so lucky Y/N, make sure to tell me all about it, Eric is here so I gotta go,” your friend Melanie said through the phone.

You were deciding what to wear to the concert, not knowing if you should do with a blue top or pink.

“Alright, don’t break the bed frame again! I know the old couple below you almost had a heart attack last time Eric and you had a ‘sleepover’.”

“Shut up, at least this girl is getting it tonight!”

“Hey, I’m sure I’m getting it a whole different way,” you quipped back.

You hung up after you said your goodbyes and ultimately decided to go with the pink one that said babygirl. You pulled on your ripped black jeans and boots. While tying the laces, you felt your tummy rumble.

Oh shit, I forgot to eat lunch today and I don’t have time to grab dinner.

While debating what to do about food, you took the ticket that had been mailed in as well as a fifty-dollar bill and shoved them into your bra. (The only for sure way nobody would be stealing it tonight.

I’ll just grab something at the auditorium before I go in.

Glancing at the clock on your wall you jumped up, seeing you were late. Quickly, you locked your apartment and slid the key into the wooden frame on the outside of the door so you wouldn’t have to take it. Then you attached your phone with the chain-link your friend had gotten you for your birthday to your jeans so you wouldn’t lose it.

Once you made it outside, you hailed for a taxi and slipped in.

“To the Forum please.”

..............…

It was packed.

You’d arrived just in time and were able to give through the security checkpoint, thankfully you’d gone to the bathroom beforehand so all you need to go was get through the crowd.

Fans were excitedly chattering about the last performance of his tour, it would definitely be one to remember. The line to buy merch seemed to wrap around the whole building, the electricity in the room was amazing and pumped your adrenaline.

You found the big hall that led farther down into the arena and after showing a few people your ticket, you made it to the pit.

With some quick maneuvering and a few shoulder bumps, you were able to get to the front of the stage.

“Oh my god, oh my god I'm so excited!”

A girl with purple hair next to you squealed. You glanced and noticed her other friend as bright orange hair and a headband with two stars wiggling around on top.

The purple girl turned to you, grinning with her whole face.

“I’m Piper and this is Timmy! Aren’t you just psyched to be here!?”

You laughed at her enthusiasm, “Yeah, I’m really really pumped for the show! I had to earn up for this ticket so I pushed through to get to the front of the crowd.”

The other two nodded eagerly, “We did the same, though, Timmy almost dropped his hotdog but it was fine and he’s eaten it now so no worries about having mustard all over my shirt.”

Crap, you forgot to eat and drink some water before leaving the apartment!

You were debating on whether or not you could trudge through the crowd again when screams filled the room. Kacey Musgraves made her way out onto the stage so you just decided to tough it out,

I’ll be fine, psh it’s not like I didn’t go without water of eating for a day while cramming to finish and assignment in college.

..............…

“Thank you, everyone and good night!”

Kacey had been fantastic, your new-found friends and you had jammed to your heart's content during her performance and were high off the feeling, you were a bit light-headed from all the movement and it made you feel like you were floating on top of clouds.

When the cube dropped on the screen, people flipped shit. You bounced along with Timmy and Piper, ready to have the best time of your life.

Then there he was.

Harry Styles.

Immediately he went into Only Angel, enrapturing the crowd with his angelic voice. He danced and wiggled around the stage, getting into the groove of the show. Once the song ended, he lifted his hand to the sky and waved hello.

“California how ‘re we doin’?!”

Screams filled the room and answered him back with excitement. He chuckled and swung the mic cord over his shoulder.

“Now, this is ma’ last show on the tour.” Awww and boos were heard as he nodded with them, “But I’m glad you’re here with me for it! Let’s hit it!”

He jumped into Woman, then broke your heart with Ever Since New York and Two Ghosts. As the notes finished up on Two Ghosts, he took a moment to get some water and walked along the edge of the stage peering into the crowd.

“He’s so close to us!!!”

Timmy yelled, making the stars bounce on his head.

Harry was currently having a conversation with someone a few people to the right of you.

As he walked by to get back to the mic stand, you could’ve sworn you’d just made eye contact with him.

I must be just a little dehydrated that’s all.

The beats for Carolina started and you grabbed Piper by the arm, “This is one of my favorites!” “Mine too!” She replied, shaking her hands in the air.

She's got a family in Carolina

So far away, but she says I remind her of home

Feeling oh so far from home

She never saw herself as a west coaster

Moved all the way 'cause her grandma told her

"Townes, better swim before you drown"

You closed your eyes and swayed with his singing, it was euphoric.

But, when you opened your eyes, Harry’s were staring right back at you.

She's a good girl

She's such a good girl

She's a good girl

She feels so good

You both kept eye contact for the verse, you smiled and danced along with it, watching as a smirk grew on his face while he sang. He looked back out into the crowd for the next few parts.

She's got a book for every situation

Gets into parties without invitations

How could you ever turn her down?

There's not a drink that I think could sink her

How would I tell her that she's all I think about?

Well, I guess she just found out

She's a good girl

She's such a good girl

She's a good girl

She feels so good

I met her once and wrote a song about her

I wanna scream, yeah

I wanna shout it out

And I hope she hears me now

You sang with Piper, twirling your spot. Unbeknownst to you is that while you and Piper serenading each other, someone was watching you ever so subtly.

La la la la la la la la la la la

She's a good girl

She's such a good girl

She's a good girl

Feels so good

She feels so good

Oh she's a good girl

She feels so good (woo)

.................

The rest of the night is fantastic, there were only two songs left and you felt like you were on cloud 9. But when Harry started to sing The Chain, and it’s like the drums were ringing in your ears all of a sudden.

You stumbled a bit and started to see a couple spots in your vision but easily shook them away.

The rockstar cleared his voice, “Alright’, it’s the las’ song, yeh ready?”

Fans responded back by screaming their heads off and Kiwi started.

The first time he sings it, he’s running through the crowd along the aisle, jamming with everyone else.

The second time he sings it again, he’s a bit out of breath but very happy nonetheless.

When he finally makes it back to the stage, sweat dripping off his brow and a very drenched shirt, people are expecting the performance to be over.

But then, with a cheeky smile, he says, “One more time!”

She worked her way through a cheap pack of cigarettes

Hard liquor mixed with a bit of intellect

And all the boys, they were saying they were into it

Such a pretty face, on a pretty neck

She's driving me crazy, but I'm into it, but I'm into it

I'm kind of into it

It's getting crazy, I think I'm losing it, I think I'm losing it

The man on stage surprisingly turns to look at you again. Piper starts freaking out, assuming he’s looking at her, but you can tell it’s you.

He’s looking at you.

You start to feel a bit warm in the crowd.

Everyone is warm, it’s fine, I’m fine.

But you can tell you’re not doing so well.

Oh, I think she said "I'm having your baby, it's none of your business"

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your business" (it's none of your, it' none of your)

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your business"

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your, it's none of your”

It's New York, baby, always jacked up

Holland Tunnel for a nose, it's always backed up

When she's alone, she goes home to a cactus

In a black dress, she's such an actress

The problem is, you’re a stubborn person so you decide at that moment to just go ham during the last part of the song, and then deal with your problem later.

Harry is rolling hips to the song, throwing his head back ever so slightly to see if you’re watching and suffice to say you can’t take your eyes off him.

Driving me crazy, but I'm into it, but I'm into it

I'm kind of into it

It's getting crazy, I think I'm losing it, I think I'm losing it

Oh, I think she said "I'm having your baby, it's none of your business"

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your business" (it's none of your, it' none of your)

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your business"

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your, it's none of your”

“Babygirl, you havin fun?”

He speaks quickly between the lyrics, as he walks over to your section of the crowd. It takes you a second to realize he’s addressing you by your shirt design.

“Hell ya!” You call back, and he grins.

She sits beside me like a silhouette

Hard candy dripping on me 'til my feet are wet

And now she's all over me, it's like I paid for it (cha-ching)

It's like I paid for it, I'm gonna pay for this

Right when the guitar solo starts, you can tell you’re fucked.

Your head is pounding from the loud vibrations and you start to lose your balance a bit.

It's none of your, it's none of your

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your business"

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your business”

“Y/N?! Are you alright?” A concerned Piper looks at you.

(It's none of your, none of your)

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your business”

“I-I don’t think so.”

"I'm having your baby, it's none of your business"

(It's none of your, none of your)

In the span of 10 seconds so many things happen.

Right as Harry is finishing the ending of the lyrics, pumping his fist with the guitar riff right at the end, he makes eye contact with you.

The lights are flashing too fast for your liking, the first two guitar strokes make you see black spots dance in your vision.

Right as Mitch strums the 3rd one, your eyes snap up to Harry with a fearful look.

During the four riff, he’s excitement turned slightly to confusion in response to the look he had received from you.

And then as the final 5th stroke happened, you felt your eyes roll back and dropped.

Piper screamed, but was drowned out by the other fans. Harry watched as you fainted, disappearing into the crowd, but before he could say anything, the lights were cut so the band members could hurry off stage.

He couldn’t just leave you.

In a flash, Harry dropped the mic and hopped off the stage, darting over to the fence line you had been standing at.

Because it was still slightly dark, nobody noticed the singer jumping over the fence and pushing into the crowd where you had fallen.

“Y/N?! Oh my god, Y/N wake up!”

He snapped his had to where he heard the crying.

Okay, I’ve got 30 seconds before the lights go up, I need to be fast.

He pushed through the sticky bodies until he found a small opening where you laid, along with two hair-color people crouching beside you. He moved over quickly and examined you, then moved to lift you up.

“Hey what are you doing?!”

The purple hair girl screamed.

Harry held you in his arms, Adeline pumping through his veins making it easier to hold you. He watched as your head lolled on his shoulder, seemly unaware of what was happening.

“ ’ve got t’ get her out of here befo’e the lights come up. Can yeh trust me?”

Piper’s eyes widened as she realized who was standing in front of her.

“Uh—yeah, go, go.” Harry nodded and turned around, basically hard shouldering people to get to the fence barrier.

“Hey Thomas!”

He yelled to the security guard, the bouncer looked over and his eyes rose when he saw Harry and you in his arms.

“Grab her so I can get o’ver! Quick, befo’e the lights come up!”

Thomas did as instructed and Harry jumped over, then took you back into his arms, he climbed the stairs at the middle of the stage and rushing to the side stage right as the lights came up.

He let out a breath and started to jog back with you, “Hey! Someone get me a medic!”

A flurry of people came around him and you as he brought you into the backstage room where the other band members had been waiting for him.

Sarah’s eyes lit up in alarm as H came in with you.

“Jesus Christ! What happened?!”

She said as she cleared the long table for Harry to set you down on.

Medics swarmed your body and Harry took a step back, hands flying to his hair as he watched with concern and guilt.

“She jus’, I—, I’d been lookin’ at her during some o’ the songs yeh know? And then I called her out during Kiwi—“

“This is babygirl?”

Mitch interrupted, pointing to you on the table where the medics were taking your pulse and checking your head for an open wound.

Harry nodded, “Yeah, Yeah, see er’ shirt? So— so I kept watchin’ her and then right at the end of our third Kiwi, she just looked up to me wit’ this terror in her eyes and then fainted! The lights went out immediately I knew she’d get run ov’r so I hopped off and got ‘er m’self.”

Jeff, Harry’s manager, bursted in through the door, “I heard Harry brought an unconscious fan backstage? What the fuck is happening?”

Harry started to pace, wringing his hands together and pulling at his hair, Sarah watched him in concern and came over, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey, it's alright she’s gonna—“

“But she fainted! I feel like this is meh fault cause it was at mah concert y’know?! And—And, what is she’s not fine—“

“She is going to be fine, we’ve checked her over and no sign of a concussion, I think she’s dehydrated and could use something to eat but she’ll be alright.”

The medic interrupted, trying to save Harry from having a meltdown.

The whole room let out a sigh of relief, as the medics trickled out, Harry pulled up a chair to sit down next to her.

The other band members watched unsure if they should leave or not, Sarah eventually made the decision for everyone and came over to Harry.

“Hey, we’re gonna load everything up, let us know if you need anything.”

Harry nodded, not speaking as he rested his face on his hands that were propped up by his elbows on the side of the table.

The door closed shut and finally, Harry and you were alone.

Well— Harry was with your unconscious body alone, not to be creepy at all.

After a few minutes, you started to wake up, squinting your eyes from the bright overhead lights above you. Harry watched hopefully as you started to sit up, not yet noticing the disheveled rockstar next to you.

“What the fuck?”

“Are yeh okay?”

“AHH!”

You sprain off the table, not expecting a voice to be talking to you.

Not expecting, fucking Harry Styles, to be talking to you.

He got up from the chair, quickly catching you as your legs decided to give out from the sudden burst of energy.

“Hey, be careful, yeh fainted.”

The singer grabbed a fresh water bottle from the mini-fridge in the room, “Drink this.”

You took a couple sips, a puzzled confusion on your face as to you looked at the man before you who was intently watching your every move— as if afraid you’d break.

“So, uh, what happened? No offense, but like, why am I sitting on a table with only you in the room.”

You shook your head at what you just said, “Sorry that came out rude, I’m just a little groggy. Can you tell me what happened?”

Harry moved from his chair to sit on the edge of the table with you, “Well, yeh fainted, at the end of the concert. And I saw it so I went out into the crowd and got yeh.”

Your body flushed with embarrassment, memories starting to come back a bit quicker.

“Oh, thanks for that, you really didn’t need to do it.”

Harry chuckled, rubbing a hand down the back of his neck, “S’alright, kinda felt like it was meh fault, see as though y’eh fainted from my voice.”

You scoffed, not believing this man was inflating his ego with your recent blackout.

“Wow, you really are a narcissist aren’t you? I did not faint from your voice, thank you very much, I’d forgotten to eat something or have a sip of water before the show. I think the adrenaline was too much so I just dropped.”

He smiled at you cheekily, “Hmm wha’ever you say love.”

You let out a big breath and watched the brit lick his chapped lips, without thinking it through, you handed the water bottle to him.

“Here, drink this.”

He rolled his eyes at you for throwing his words back in his face but did as you said. H took the bottle from your hands, taking light slips before a big gulp.

“Wow sorry, I didn’t realize how thirsty I was,” He said surprised as he handed it back to you.

You shrugged your shoulders, the crazy emotions bubbling down as you finally saw the man in front of you as a regular guy and not an A-list celebrity.

“S’all good, sometimes you need someone to look out for you if all you’ve been doing is looking out for others.”

He hummed in agreement, “Yeah, it’s just a little hard when you’re out of touch with the major population.”

You felt bad for him, he basically was inadvertently telling you it was hard to trust people since they might just be using him.

How sad...

You nudged his shoulder, “ Well, just know that there are great people that would be lucky to have you as a friend. Not because you’re Harry Styles, Rockstar Extraordinaire, but because you’re Harry Styles, The one who helps the fainted headed and stays light-hearted through everything. I know we’ve just met but, it shows you do care, truly care. I can’t say the same for a lot of people I know.”

He looked at you with wide eyes, “Wow, uh, thank you. That’s quite a compliment, I’m not sure I deserve it in all honestly.”

You shrugged, “Well, I think you do, so I gave it to you.”

You finished the water bottle and moved off the table, Harry following your actions. You moved back and forth on the balls of your feet, not sure what to say.

“Uh, thanks for saving me from being trampled by the pit. Oh, also your songwriting is amazing, I hope you keep it up.”

You swore you saw the boy flush a bit at your compliment but you brushed it off.

He’s probably still warm from the show.

“Of course, and thank you. I’m sure I will.”

He opened the door for you and you both walked out, going down the hallway to where you assumed the exit was. Before you got to the door, Harry stopped you.

“Wait, one second.”

In a flash, the rockstar zipped away and into another room, you were slightly confused but then he came back with something in his hand.

A phone.

Harry smiled at you, “I was wondering if there’d be a possibility I could take you out to dinner, as an apology for making you faint.”

You laughed, “ I keep telling you Harry, it’s not your fault.”

He smiled, “Please baby girl?”

“Well, who am I to say no to a superstar?”

“Don’t you mean Mr. Light Hearted?”

“Wow, you really are a dork. Twitter is right about you”

He handed you his phone, it was the newest iPhone and had a pink sparkly case on it. You typed in your number and handed it back to him.

“Thank you,” he looked at his phone, “Y/N.”

Oh, I like the way he says it.

You turned to the door and pushed it open, but not before glancing back.

“Bye Harry.”

“See you soon, Y/N”

...........................

When you finally got back to your apartment and had eaten a couple PBJs and downed two glasses of water, you checked your phone and saw a text from an unknown number.

1-310-478-9537

Hey babygirl.

Oh yeah, that ticket had definitely been worth it.

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xdirtyhalox · 8 years ago

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An Open Letter to Warpaint and Their Fans

It seems that there are some things that need to be clarified, in the name of integrity & clear communication:

1. Harry Styles’ fans (HSF) were quite excited that Warpaint was opening for Styles during his upcoming 2018 world tour. As is our way, we tend to be extremely supportive of anyone who is involved professionally with Styles & any member of One Direction. As has happened with Steve Aoki, James Corden, Zedd and more, we open our hearts, our family and our pocketbooks to show our respect and appreciation. Warpaint received the same warm welcome.

2. It is due to our general respect and excitement for Warpaint that we were so taken aback, and yes offended, by the remarks in Monday, 3 July, 2017’s interview. Both in context and on their own merit, the comments had an unfortunate condescending air, and (inadvertently or not) a lack of respect or appreciation for HSF as individuals or as a fandom, as well Harry Styles and his music.

To be written off as “young [unfiltered] ladies” who needed an opportunity to listen to “good” music was both frustrating and heartbreaking. This fandom is made up of a wonderful variety of individuals, a majority of which are female, though well outside of the “young [unfiltered] ladies” moniker, a label that is well known as disparaging and dismissive towards women of any age.

Furthermore, the insinuation that being a fan of a major artist discredits your musical taste, or means that you need to be educated is frankly insulting. The beauty of our fandom is that we are wildly different – but equally worthy – people. We find love in all sorts of music: indie, rock, blues, soul, country, EDM, R&B, and yes– pop. The same person who loves Harry Styles’ decidedly rock album is the same person who loves Pink Floyd or John Paul White or The White Stripes or Tina Turner, Katy Perry, John Mayer and so on. Being a fan of Harry Styles means you’re organically a fan of Fleetwood Mac, The Rolling Stones, and the up and coming indie artists, including Warpaint. We are diverse in tastes and title, and we are fervently proud of that. To be brushed off due to our love of one artist is simply wrong. The statement was based on many assumptions and logical fallacies.

The same can be said of needing an indie band to create an opportunity for self-exploration. The lovely thing about a fandom such as ours is that it creates a safe haven to explore many of our intimate or outspoken desires. Have the secret wish to be a singer or play guitar in an all-girl group? Here are thousands to millions of people cheering you on, telling you that you can do it, making connections around the world with other inspired people. We don’t need new opportunities – we’ve made several on our on. And, as previously mentioned, we have such a range of musical tastes that the doors have been opened many, many times. While we certainly appreciate Warpaint’s style and genre, to insinuate that only through their music we will grow is both wrong and absurd.

Styles himself did not seem to fare better in the perceived eyes of Warpaint. Though certainly glowing at times, there seemed to be a fundamental assumption that Warpaint was more credible and that Styles’ music was lesser somehow. It seemed to be a slap in the face of an artist who obviously respects the band enough to have them on tour. This sickened us as no one wants to see their favorite singer shaded by those he clearly likes.

3. No other opening act of Harry Styles’ upcoming tours has felt the need to comment openly or negatively about Harry Styles or HSF. Of the four artists, only Kacey Musgraves and Leon Bridges have name recognition to the general public. Of the four artists, only Kacey Musgraves is listed outside the indie label (even Leon Bridges, playing significantly different music, is still considered an insider’s artist, a key component to ‘indie status’). Yet of the four artists, only Warpaint felt it necessary to comment publicly in any forum in any way that can be perceived as negative, disparaging or inappropriate. Muna is a phenomenally wondering indie-dark pop band known for its independence and unwavering allegiance to its beliefs. Bridges is a man who has never shied away from his roots or his view of music, truth, and accountability. Musgraves is lauded in her genre, a seemingly dark horse who remains authentic and unbending to the expectations of her chosen genre. None of them sound anything like Harry Styles. None of them have the worldwide success or popularity that Harry Styles have. They have received the same questions and interview requests Warpaint has, the same eyebrow raised that Warpaint was apparently responding to. Yet none of them have felt the need to say anything but positive things, if anything at all. By opening their mouths, Warpaint opened the door to interpretation and, most likely unknowingly and unwillingly, joined the chorus of lesser, those who put others down in order to lift themselves up or remain afloat at their current standing. It was a cheap shot, even if made with the best intentions.

4. Our fandom has a fairly tough skin. After seven years in the game, it is safe to say that we’ve been through quite a lot, and have been called many, many things. While it certainly irks us, we’ve learned to brush it off due to the overwhelming appreciation and vocal respect given by Harry Styles (as well as Niall Horan, Liam Payne and Louis Tomlinson).

The issue with Warpaint’s comments is that we don’t expect such sharp and unsubstantiated, belittling claims from inside the house. There is a true and understandable hurt that comes from backing a band and showing them love, only to receive a glib brush-off in the name of “musical integrity.” There is true and understandable hurt that comes from giving a band an opportunity to operate authentically on an entirely different, and wider platform, and having that band shade or snub him, again in the name of “musical integrity.” We had open arms and felt summarily rejected.

This could have all been a simple mistake. People misspeak and tempers flare. However, since the fall out, there has been no attempt on Warpaint’s part to clarify their statements, or to reach out to fans and assure them that they meant no harm. Instead, there was some likes of tweets that painted us as silly and dramatic, and Warpaint as some sort of victim.

Let this be explicitly clear: Warpaint are not victims of anything except their own blunder. Actions have consequences. It is fairly clear that they have no plan to clarify or mollify, which supports the superiority narrative that the interview spun.

5. Fans are absolutely allowed to show their displeasure. In the light of the circumstances, fans are more than in the right to desire a different opener. It has nothing to do with Warpaint’s music, but the perception (that, again, four days later has still not been addressed or corrected) that they feel above us as people and music lovers, and Harry Styles.

Music is a universal language full of patterns of truth. Concerts are sacred events where people of all walks come together, and, just for a moment, a sliver of a day, forget who they are and become one. There is beauty in that. There is great honor as well. So it is incredibly understandable that people wouldn’t to enter that space with others they feel don’t respect them. You don’t piss on our home and then expect to be invited in warmly.

Throughout this situation, we have been constantly told to sit down, shut up & enjoy the opportunity to listen to Warpaint. We need not to sit and we need not be silent. And our point is that we will be unable to enjoy Warpaint’s product when they don’t respect us.

We’ve been told we don’t have a right to complain. We as consumers have the right to complain. At the very end of the day, it’s our money, and we have a right to withhold it if we feel it’s being used against us in some way. “We think you’re silly, but thanks for the money.” No, no thank you.

(Please note: I am not saying, suggesting or insinuating that Warpaint is only touring with Harry Styles for the money and/or platform. That’s an entirely different conversation, one that I am not engaging in here. I am saying that concert tickets cost money and that money goes to the artists and their teams.)

We’ve been told that there are better, more mature ways to state or displeasure. Yet, at every invitation for suggestions on those better, more mature ways, we’ve been met with dismissals and jeers.

6. In my years in fandom, I have never seen such contentious and cruel fighting as I have with Warpaint fans. The trolling of our fandom, the remarks about our appearance, weight and size, intelligence, credibility, sanity, taste and more – the hits seem both never-ending and deeply personal. I can certainly understand the need to protect or defend a beloved musician or band; but I do not understand attacking people’s morals and character, and constantly belittling someone. If it makes you feel important, I am sad for you; my importance has always been tied to what sort of positive and lasting impact I’m making on my fellow humans.

I’m also befuddled by the “They didn’t say that, but we believe it’s true” defense that is coming from Warpaint fans. You believe that Warpaint would never disparage HSF or Styles himself that way, but you believe us to be young, unfiltered, dramatic, unimportant, annoying girls, Styles to be purely pop with no substance or standing? How do those go together? How are we supposed to interpret Warpaint’s words as innocent when their fans are using them as daggers?

7. In Harry Styles’ seven year career, never once have his fans had to defend his actions and/or speech. Never. That should speak for itself.

8. Harry Styles does not need Warpaint for credibility. This narrative is both ludicrous and unfounded. Harry Styles’ credibility comes from the strength of his music, his character and his own accolades. Harry Styles credibility comes from his reputation and reception. Harry Styles the album was critically lauded for ushering in a new era of rock-centric music. It was acclaimed by countless reputable critics and outlets. And if all that was for naught, Harry Styles’ fans include Ronnie Wood, Elton John, Stevie Nicks and Paul McCartney. No matter what spectrum of the musical landscape you find yourself on, you absolutely cannot discredit the aforementioned legendary artists. Their fervent and vocal support of Harry Styles as a person and a musician speaks volumes and, along with the aforementioned, cement him as a credible and well-respected artist. He and his team chose Warpaint as an opener because of his/their appreciation of the music and what they felt was a great opportunity.

In conclusion:

No, we aren’t sensitive children with no musical taste or perception of the world around us. You and your band aren’t better than us because you’re indie, and our artist and us aren’t better than you because we’re rock and pop. The level of platform does not denote anything other than popularity, and while we can all disagree, there’s never a place for personal attacks and wounds meant to last. It’s music and it’s beautiful, so let’s allow it to be that way.

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