Hello! hope youre doing good!! I was wondering if you could write something about how Harry and Y/n just had to leave each other for work and Harry has an interview the next day and he's a little grumpy?? love SOH so much!!
Management
harry styles x reader (soh masterlist)
summary: harry wants to get back at one of his managers for what he said about his relationship with y/n, which makes for an interesting interview.
warnings: heavy allusions to sex, slut-shaming, and just lhh being the best protective bf ever
a/n: may have taken a bit further than grumpy…love lhh <3
The hotel was perfect: isolated, glamorous, and private. That’s why it was every celebrity’s dream. But to Y/n and Harry, it was their relationship’s paradise.
Y/n had a series of interviews lined up in Montreal and Harry just so happened to be able to fake sick long enough for the Montreal radio interview to be pushed back to an incredible two days. Two days was a lot for them, normally they’d have a phone call, a couple of hours, or even a day if lucky. But two days ment that they could spend the night together, and because One direction flew in on the red eye flight, they could get two.
When Harry checked in with the rest of the band, he went straight to his room, changed to pajamas and a sweatshirt with a hood, and left to room 2089, her room.
Harry got a little queezy on the trip up; his fear of heights combined with his lack of sleep and flying sickness didn’t make for a great combo. He just really needed some sleep.
He sprinted through the halls, knocked on the door, than yanked into the room by the only person he would want to yank him like that.
Y/n pushed him up against the closed door and kissed him. It was definitely messy—it was pass midnight and they’ve both been working, so who could blame them—but perfect for them.
“Darling I love your lips so much but I’m so tired I’m gonna need you to carry be to the bed.” Harry begged. “Need y’a to lift me up bridal style.”
“Mm, think you’ll have to carry me—“ Harry dropped his head so it was on her shoulder, grunting slightly. “—Or we can awkwardly waddle to the bed.”
They collapsed onto the bed, held in each others arms with sleep encompassing the couple right away. Harry was bear-hugging Y/n, practically turning into a blanket with the only goal of supplying her warmth. Y/n was happily hugging and subconsciously combing his long, unruly hair while they slept.
~
The work day started at 9 am. They haven’t seen each other much, but took comfort in the fact they could at least get mindnight to 9 together. Harry was receiving his goodbye kiss soon enough, though. It wasn’t a total loss; Harry got more kisses in the shower and showed Y/n exactly how much he missed her.
Harry was adjusting his pajama shorts as he was reluctantly pushed out of her room and raced to the elevator, making sure he didn’t give a surprise show to any of the guests in the hotel. He was alone in the elevator and ran into no one as he unlocked the door to him room.
He closed the door behind him and sighed, that is until he got spooked by some familiar faces.
“You could’ve let us know you got a booty call before we decided to have a 8am meeting, Styles.” Lenard, one of the many One Direction managers, yelled.
Among him was his mates, Niall, Liam, and Louis. All had their head down and a sorry look at Harry.
“I was only gone for a night.” Harry defended. “Still in the hotel-“
“I don’t want to hear your excuses, boy.” The grouchy man replied. “As punishment, you are on backups for the radio performance-”
“What?!”
“You heard me.” Lenard boomed. He turned to the other singers. “Take this as a warning boys. You’re all excused.” The other boys gave a sorry look to Harry, patting his shoulder, giving a nod, but they all could see was how pissed off Harry had become.
When the door shut, and it was just the two of them, Lenard got back on his bullshit again. “If your main concern is meeting with some girl willing to put herself out-“
“That’s unfair! You don’t know what you’re talking about!” Harry yelled back. “I am not just sleeping around, I just missed my girlfriend.”
“Oh right, your girlfriend Y/n, the one who sleeps to get roles” Lenard snickered.
“That is not true you asshole!”
“Whatever you have to tell yourself.” Lenard spoke. Lenard knew fully well who Y/n is, she was the reason Harry wasn’t willing to go into PR relationships with other celebrities. Harry was the most marketable members of One Direction, and Lenard wanted to make sure he could do the most so he could get a raise in his salary.
“You’re more than welcome to fuck around with some other girls. That Jenner one—“
“I already said no, Lenard!” Harry seethed. “I’m sick of all your controlling nagging! I’m singing and dancing my ass off and putting all my work into this and all you can do is complain that I miss one of your surprise meetings!”
Lenard didn’t know what to say, or quite frankly, didn’t care, so he ignored Harry. “You’ll be on closer watch. I will make sure to tell security to never let you out of their sight.”
“That’s unfair-“
“Quiet or you’ll be on backups the rest of tour.” Lenard threatened.
“You can’t do that! I’m half the show!” Harry fought back. “You know the show won’t be any good if I’m on backups.”
“Just clean yourself up and wear what you are suppose to. Downstairs in thirty.”
Lenard walked out, slamming the door behind him. Not letting Harry get a word in.
~
During the whole interview, Harry had on a fake smile. He was glad Y/n taught him how to make a fake smile look more believable, because all he could see was red.
Ever since Zayn left, One direction management had tighten its claws onto the remaining members. Wanting to make the boys sign a new contract, locking in the boys practically permanently. Y/n, like always, came in a clutch when she prevented Harry from signing and got Harry to get a lawyer that wasn’t connect to 1D, providing her own. With this new lawyer, Harry was able to prevent permanent control, letting him drop when he needed; which only caused more chaos in the group.
As sad as he was for his friend for leaving the band, he understood were Zayn came from. Privacy, independence, freedom, that’s all he wanted.
“Harry you’ve been quiet here today, what’s on your mind.” The interviewer asked.
An idea came to Harry: subtly piss off management. His fake smile turned into a smirk.
“I’m thinking about a shag a recently had.” Harry replied.
“A shag?”
“A shag.” He said bluntly. “Now I got this song idea in my head.”
“How interesting.” The interviewing commented, trying to find an interesting yet pg way to spin this, yet all Harry could focus on was the middle aged men in suits on the other side of glass, all glaring at Harry, roaring up to end this.
“Anyone in particular?”
“According to public opinion, I can only ever write songs about one girl, so everyone can go figure who I’d sleep with.”
One of the managers banged on the window. Everyone looked up as he made a wrapping up sign with his hand. Harry smiled, proud of himself.
“Well, that’s One Direction for you folks…”
~
“That bloody fucker—“
“Hey, hey, hey.” One of the other managers, an older rich guy by the name of Vincent—the most tolerable out of the bunch, calmed Lenard down.
“He just ruined that interview! We’re going to have a weeks worth of bad press!”
“I already contacted them and they agreed to cuts Harry’s part…”
The voices trailed off as Harry snuck out of the group and into an elevator at the hotel, he made eye contact with one of the members of security but the man, Paul, had a soft spot for young love and simply looked away.
Harry pressed button twenty and the doors quickly shut, the elevator starting its climb to the high floor. He raced to Y/n’s room as the doors opened and rapidly knocked on her door.
“It’s me!” He yelled, knowing a crazy fan would knock the same way he was.
The door swung open and Y/n was met with a sad tall man, so genuinely looked like he needed a hug.
“Harry?” She ushered him inside, locking the door and pulling him in for a hug. “What happened?”
“Management.” Harry sighed. “I got yelled at for not being in my room because apparently there was an impromptu meeting this morning. Then I kinda implied we were together to stick it to him during the interview and said i was writing a song about us having sex and now he’s pissed and I’m so so sorry.”
Y/n broke apart from Harry’s tight hug, pulling back to get a look at the man, once boy, that was apologizing for standing up for himself. She couldn’t believe it. Against Lenard too, which makes Harry’s actions much more valid.
She stroked his cheek, looking into his green eyes that had a tinge of red from tears of anger forming in his eyes. “Hey if it’s to stick it to that Lenard then I’ll release our sex tape if it mean he’d quit and leave us alone.” Y/n joked, causing Harry to let out a much needed sigh of laughter.
“He’d probably drop me after that.”
“Yeah but he’d be jealous.” Harry smiled again, looking at the love of his life. He hand traced her jaw, and thumb traced her lip.
Harry nodded agreeing with the plan, until his face quickly went sour. “But my mum would kill me—god.” Y/n giggled as Harry look deeply annoyed.
“I think it’s time.” Harry’s decided, taking a deep breath before he continued. “I think I’ll bring it up with the others.”
“Really?” Y/n asked.
“Yeah. Lenard has already threatened to make me back up and he said some stuff about you-“ He took a deep breath. “I think I could do better on my own, with my own team. People who don’t care if I sleep with you, or sing about sex.” Harry chuckled, leaning into the fantasy.
“Oh yeah? And how would this sex song go?”
“Hmm.” Harry thought, before singing a jingle of a tune. “I just want to taste it.”
“Haha. You’re funny.” She chided. “Remember to never let your dick do the writing here.”
“Maybe writing about sex is a bit too much. Even for me.” Harry thought. “He would make it way to rude for public radio.”
“He?”
“Yeah my dick, Ed.” Harry teased. “You want to meet him again?”
“Wait Ed like Edward, your middle name?”
“Yeah and Ward is the name of my bonus nipple—“
“I think it’s time for bed.” Y/n interrupted. “You need sleep.”
Harry nodded and followed her lead, stripping himself until he was left in his boxers and she was in her bra and panties. Sex definitely was not on the menu tonight, but they both were a sucker to intimacy and body warmth.
“I’m flying out tomorrow morning.”
“Don’t remind me.” Harry groaned.
“I was thinking, you come with me.” Y/n asked.
“You mean I should skip interviews tomorrow?”
“You have sick days you’re entitled to.” Y/n reminded him, booping his nose. “They can’t sue you for catching a cold. And you definitely look sick in my expert opinion.”
“I guess I’ll take your word for it.” Harry snuggled closer. “Where are we going then?”
“Plane goes to England. Maybe see your mum and then leave to Italy?”
“That sounds so perfect.” Harry sighed, knowing that honestly sounds amazing. “I love you.” He kissed her face, sprinkling them all over her face. “So much.”
“I already said I love you. Don’t make me regret that." Y/n said, sleep taking over her voice. “Goodnight Harry.”
So... I had this funny request.. See.. What if Reader is a famous personality? Like they are an actor and a singer at an young age? Like they worked for movies like Harry Potter and marvel and then later on took singing as career option which resulted being an awesome choice as their music skyrocketed. So what if One directions manager arranged a collab with reader? And one direction was also a huge fan of her but Harry had a huge celebrity crush on reader which he had hinted alot of times in interviews which fans could see, reader didn't knew them well only that they were a famous band and she didn't knew their names too? as she was rather busy with her own stuff plus she didn't knew fans shipping her and harry? So when they all saw reader at the office because it was kept a surprise for them with whom they were gonna collab so Harry started fan girling? I mean it's just pure fluff and teen love?
Performance of a Lifetime
harry styles x reader
a/n: lil blurb for ya! changed it a bit! plus some cheesy h for you!
Harry’s never felt more excited in his life, entirely exhausted, but had that excited-about-to-vomit feeling inside of him while practicing this dance routine.
Its how all of one-direction was feeling at the moment. Wanting to drop dead like flys but not because they needed to impress a certain singer, joining them for a charity performance.
Y/n was a house-hold name, from a young age of being a child star, working her ass off to be taken seriously without being taken advantage of, she slowly dipped into the world of music before she started to become the face of the music industry. She was doing a joint performance with one-direction this friday as the headliner for the day.
Harry nearly fainted when his managers told him they were preforming with her; he also didn’t hesitate to go to dance rehearsals when asked too. He needed to make sure his performance was flawless but also needed to work up his abs—and by work up he means create.
This afternoon though, will be the first time him and be the rest of the band meet Y/n. Harry new he had some competition over winning the stars heart; both Zayn and Louis were trying suspiciously hard during rehearsal to outshine one another, and Harry hated every moment of it.
Soon enough though, they were out of the showers and changing into more professional clothing to meet the singer. Harry was tapping his foot, rehearsing how he was going to introduce himself and win over the girl.
“You ready?”
“Huh?”
Niall chuckled and wrapped his arm around Harry as they walked down the long hall. “You’re going to meet your celebrity crush! Big day for you.”
“I don’t have a celebrity crush-“
“Everyone has a celebrity crush. Mine in Selena Gomez.” Niall chided. “I think Zayn likes one of that Hadid girls, Liam likes Miley Cyrus, and Louis likes any celebrity that people say are nice—which I think is a good thing honestly.”
“How’d you know that then.” Harry sighed.
“You remember in X-factor days, those stair videos we did?” Harry nodded. “Someone asked who our celebrity crushes were, and I think yours is the only one that hasn’t changed.
Harry shook his head, ignoring and hoping that Niall is the only one stupid enough to remember whatever video. “But you saw Zayn and Louis in practice today? They were trying much more than normal, no way they don’t have a crush.”
Niall shrugged his shoulders. “She’s hot. Of course they do. I mean, if she talks to me and is nice I might.”
Harry shoved Niall off of him and groaned, speed walking away from his friend and trying to catch up to the rest of the boys.
“Wait up you dolt.” Niall yelled. “Don’t be stupid, I follow the girl code—I won’t date, flirt, or fuck your crush—and the bro code—I will hype you up. Scouts honor.”
Harry sighed. He was grateful for Niall’s help, really; but sometimes it gets a little carried away with matters of the heart.
“Hurry up ya pussys!” Liam shouted from the elevator, holding the door open for the boys. He got a smack from the manager, John, who gave him a stern glare for his word choice.
Harry and Niall got into the cramped elevator and watched as the doors closed. Harry watched the red numbers go up, slowly yet not stopping. He started worrying as he got higher and higher, it was less than five minutes until he meets his crush—he shivered at the thought.
The doors chimed and then opened. The boys pushed each other out, Zayn, Louis, and it seems now Liam were all extra eager to meet Y/n. John walked slowly behind the group, typing away on his phone.
The say the assistant who stood up when the men entered and made a gesture for them to follow her. She knocked on the door. “Y/n you’ve got your entourage here.”
“Entourage-“ Liam questioned, before the door swung open.
Y/n glanced over the boys, giving them a once-over, and then opened the door fully to let them in. “It’s nice to meet you all!” She chided, flashing a quick smile. “Come in! Come in!”
The women turned around and sat at the other end of a long table, filled with mood-boards, pictures, and tons and tons of sheet-filled binders. The rest of them joined on the opposite side. Harry didn’t miss the glance Y/n sent him, it wasn’t as confused as the last time though, it was more…curious.
Harry ignored that thought. He’s just being delusional.
“Alright so one-direction I can’t wait to preform with you all this weekend.” Y/n’s assistant handed her a clipboard, and she flicked through the pages. “I see the songs you want to preform, and I must admit, I’m not hugely familiar with your work and would like to go over them.” Her manager nudged her. “Sorry.” She sighed, clearing her throat. “I’d like to get to know all of you foremost.”
Harry blinked, but Liam didn’t. “My names Liam, huge fan of your work—both music and film. I sing, dance, date, you name it!”
“Alright nice to meet you-“
“I’m Louis. Raised in Doncaster. And I like your work too, especially that one song on your last album—the one that goes like “why not me la la—“
“Would it surprise you if I told you he’s a singer too.” Zayn smirked, hand on Louis’ shoulder to get him to stop. “I’m Zayn, and to make the rest quick that’s Niall and the one on the end is Harry.”
“Hello.”
“Hey.”
“Well it’s nice to meet you all. And I’m Y/n and quite frankly I’m ready to get to work.” The boys nodded in agreement, a little afraid. “So...Story of My Life.”
~
“Y/n how was it preparing for this event with a group of boys? Annoying I bet.” The interviewer asked.
Y/n and the boys were in their stage outfits, less then an hour left until their due on stage. Harry had on his black skinny jeans, and a grey tang top, his tattoos on display—trying to go for the edgy, bad-boy look. Y/n had on black baggie jeans and a tight, cropped bra-like shirt to match. Harry liked how they looked coordinated.
“It’s been a trip, honestly.” Y/n laughed. “I didn’t know much about one direction, but I like to think that that I’ve made some friends.” Y/n giggled as she pulled in Harry, her arm around his neck. Harry was quite shocked, first of all, he wasn’t apart of the interview, and second of all, she considered him a friend!
“Can you confirm Styles?”
“Oh yeah. We’re best friends at this point.” He delivered his million dollar smile (with a hint of desperation in there) and felt the heat from his blush on his cheeks rise up. “Nice break from those losers back there.” Harry pointed to the boys behind him, shooting the shit and trying to look better.
“How cute you two look! All matching! Was this on purpose?”
“Uhh.” Harry didn’t know what to say. Luckily Y/n saved him.
“Of course! Gotta have the main attractions coordinating!” She joked, leaning into Harry’s chest.
“How cute of a couple!” Harry’s jaw dropped and could feel Y/n freeze. “I’ve got the others to interview! Good luck!”
~~
How Harry got through the performance will forever be a mystery. How he will face Y/n again is an even bigger mystery.
After the interviews went on, more and more people questioned or reminded him of his relationship status with the star. He couldn't even get much of a break after the show because they swung into even more interviews, some better than others though.
Y/n acted odd though. Harry thought back to different relationships he has had with women he was friends with, none were this close to him, sometimes the hug here and there but never hand holding or arm around the neck constantly. Harry was getting mixed signals and was scared he was misinterpreting Y/n's actions. But the public eye, and his band mates, were always around watching him so it's not like much could be said without fear of someone knowing.
"Alright, I think that wraps up this interview. Next in two." Some manager said.
"Hey." Y/n whispered. Harry glanced around him, no one was near; the other boys sat on a separate couch from him and Y/n, and no praying ears were about.
"What?" Thats how you flirt Harry? Come on.
Y/n smiled though. "I just wanted to say I liked hanging out with you today."
"Really?"
"I wanted to know if you could hang out again, but without everyone else?"
"Like a date?" Harry gasped, voice not even a whisper.
"Yeah? If thats alright?" Y/n asked, looking at the dreamed out Harry who was rapidly blushing. "H?"
"Get ready boys!" ... "And Y/n."
"H were are almost live." Y/n reminded him, fixing herself up and then him. "Wanna answer?"
"Good afternoon-"
"Yes." Harry interrupted the interviewer, looking over at shocked Y/n. "Of course! I know this great place off of some road-"
Harry got knocked with a pillow by Niall, who gave him a rude look.
"Anything you wanna share mate?" The interviewer asked.
Harry smiled, finally looking where he should of been all this time, instead of the girl next to him. He nodded his head, held up high and straightened his shirt.
summary: a drunk harry and drunk y/n meet at a party, he asks her for a favor and they have a little talk and nap in the bathroom, which of course, leads harry to fall in love. (see masterlist for series summary <3)
w/c: 2.5k
w: mentions of sex and drinking--smut in future chapters
a/n: omg this is my first fic for harry! I love this trope and I couldn’t help myself but to write a little series/universe for it because i think i’ve read all of them lmao. but pls keep in mind that english is not my first language and i’m sorry for all of the little spelling/grammar errors! enjoy!
masterlist
February, 2012
Y/n never should have listened to her friend when they said she should sneak out from set at nine and take a two hour car ride into London for a party.
After partying and drinking, all she wanted was a break from the loud noises and sweaty bodies brushing up against her. She headed for the bathroom but groaned when she heard whimpers coming from the other side. She really didn't want to be out here and the bathroom was the only bit of privacy that the large studio loft had to offer, she hoped that maybe the bathrooms would at least be vacant, but apparently not.
“Do you know where Y/n went?”
She panicked when she heard that voice. So she banged on the door, and broke the weak lock and went inside, eyes shut.
“Look, I’m so sorry if I’m interrupting–”
“Can you help me?” A small voice asked her. She opened an eye and then the other when she saw a lone boy, fully clothed. He had a small curling wand in his hand and an empty cup on the bathroom counter. “It’s not curling my hair.”
Her tipsy brain didn’t think that much of the request, or that maybe it wasn’t the best idea to hold onto a hot wand that could seriously injure someone, more specifically burn him. But, nevertheless, the door shut behind her as she relocked the already weak lock. “Sure.”
The already curly-headed boy handed her the iron. First, she actually plugged the device in and got one of the combs from the drawer. She prepped his hair while the curling iron heated up, running her hands and comb through his hair made him feel like he was on some special high–her high.
She soon started and curled a piece of hair, followed by another. “Thanks for doing this.” He mumbled, now sipping his cup filled with tapwater.
“No problem.” She told him. Her voice was soothing, it made him sleepy but he had to fight through the tiredness. “Needed to avoid someone anyway.”
“‘m Harry, by the way.” He turned around and she removed the curling iron so he was now facing her and held out his hand.
“Y/n.” She smiled and shook his hand. He turned back around and looked at them together in the reflection, he liked what he saw. He sneakily took out his phone and took a photo and inspected it. He showed it to her and she smiled, “cute.”
He nodded in agreement and put his phone back in his back pocket. “Pretty.” He did a quick inhale and met your gaze back in the mirror, a smile creeping back on his face that he quickly got under control. “Who you running from, love?”
“Ugh, my co-star. Plays a clingy bastard on screen and is actually one in real life.” she sighed. “Your hair’s curled.”
He shook his head and she ran her fingers through his hair again, separating the curls and making his hair a bit frizzy. His hair was also fried at the ends, she may have gotten a little too distracted while the wand was in his hair. “Thanks.” He turned to face Y/n and held her hands, staring deep into her eyes.
“You’re the boyband guy, right?” You asked. “Harry as in Harry Style?”
“Styles but yeah.” He laughed. “And your Hunger Games girl, right? Y/n Y/L/N?”
“Yup.”
“And your co-star would be…Peta?” He tried.
“Gale actually.” She corrected, then corrected herself. “Actually Liam Hemsworth.”
“Thor?!” He almost shouted. “Thor wants you?”
“No, that's Chris Hemsworth.” She smiled back at him. He stood up instead of kneeling at the ground, he came to be about just under six foot, but with his crazed hair he could possibly be a little taller. “My friend invited me and hyped up this party saying it was totally worth the two hour drive and then annoyingly ditched me and left me to fend for myself and to avoid Liam's obnoxiousness who, for some reason, is here also.”
“Sounds as annoying as our Liam.” Harry mumbled.
“What was that?”
“Nothing. I’m just sorry about that, love.” He hesitantly hugged her, after her approval of course, Harry may still have a little alcohol in his system but he’s still a gentleman. He bear-hugged Y/n when he got the all-clear, loving the way she felt. She was on the colder side, while Harry always struggled with being too warm; it felt heavenly.
“It’s fine. I’m not working with him now, though.” She mumbled into his side. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and he smelt so nice, so calming. She heard him yawn and proceeded to almost yawn herself. “You tired?”
“Yeah.” He mumbled, he leaned his head into neck. He could smell the faintest bit of floral perfume that was mixed with what smelt like vodka from the party, it was an odd combination but she somehow pulled it off, even if she didn’t mean to smell like the drink. “That bathtub is looking so comfy right now.”
She laughed and it was beautiful enough that Harry wanted to hear that sound for the rest of his life. He soon joined in with her laughter as she looked behind her and in the little extension of the bathroom saw the bathtub empty.
“It really does.”
Maybe it was her tipsy brain that made her feel this giddy, or maybe it was Harry--she liked to think it was her last vodka shot but deep down knew it was the curly headed man she just met--but napping in a bathtub seemed really nice right now.
“Well then,” Harry reluctantly unwrapped his arms from her and gestured to the bathtub. “After you m’lady.”
She giggled and used his open hand to get in and was followed soon by Harry. “Are you cool with this?”
She softly hummed. “Yup.”
They got comfy surprisingly quickly for laying in the hard plastic bathtub. Giggles filling the room with soft sighs. Y/n was slightly leaning on her side while Harry was half laying on top of her–the tub was small so it was the only way for him to find comfort, but Y/n didn’t mind.
They talked and made incoherent sentences as they laid there, completely enamored with the other and finding the other irresistible. They hadn’t had a drink in what felt like hours–but couldn't have been more than maybe thirty minutes, the loud music and party going on outside wasn’t quieting down through the thin walls–but they were getting drunk on each other. Harry thought about her energy, her personality, just her. He swears he can see some sort of aura around her, a champagne color with a hint of light pink mixed in; it seemed so relaxing for him, just to be soothed by the women beside him.
“Could you do me one last favor?” He mumbled into her neck. His left hand was politely caressing her waist, no intention of anything sexual, just trying to ease her to sleep.
“Mhm.”
“Could you scratch my head?” He sheepishly asked. Tipsy Harry was a clingy Harry, but Y/n found it cute. “Like when you were doing my hair?”
“Napping and head scratches?” She placed her free hand that wasn’t stuck under him to his head. “Might as well be fucking.”
“Bit to tired for that, love.” He smiled and leaned more into her as he started running her fingers through his hair, getting a bit too accustomed to this. But he was making it up to her–at least, making it up to her as much as he could without moving too much. “Do you like when my hand is on your waist?”
“It’s really relaxing.” She confessed, yawning first now that was then reciprocated by Harry. “Might just fall asleep.”
“Me too.”
And fall asleep they did.
Harry found Y/n’s heartbeat to be his lullaby. It was comforting just knowing that he had someone there, someone who at least kind of cares for him. He found that even in his dreams that the one coherent thing was her; whether it was her face, her personality, or that laugh.
In the other world, the party was still raging but definitely with less people. Harry’s bandmates were happily partying except Zayn, who switched to water about an hour ago when a headache was creeping up on him. He didn’t want to deal with drunk Liam, Niall, and Louis, but he knew as the one with the most common sense—at this moment—he had to find his most likely drunk friend who seemed to have wandered off and was nowhere to be found.
“Hey dude have you seen a girl named Y/n?” A tall man asked Zayn. “I’ve been looking for h—“
“I’m sorry dude but I’m looking for my own drunk friend and I really can’t help you right now.” Zayn sighed, and pushed off the stranger. “Maybe check with security on the bottom floor.”
The tall man scoffed and left Zayn alone. He felt bad, but was more concerned with kicking himself for letting Harry loose. If he ever finds this Y/n he would make sure to send her his way.
“Harry, where are you?” He said to himself in a very sing-songy voice. He checked the closet and all of the rooms and after being scarred enough, he finally thought to check the bathroom.
He opened the door, the lock had seemed a tad bit broken but pushed it open so he could get a good look.
“Look what we have here.” He smiles when he sees Harry hugging a girl while they're both asleep. He takes a photo—definitely using it to blackmail Harry in the future, no way he’d want a photo of him cuddling into a girl practically drooling out on the internet–then puts his phone back to deal with the task at hand.
“Hey, man.” Zayn shakes Harry and he shoots up, eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. “You used a condom, right?” Zayn jokes.
When Harry doesn’t change his face Zayn repeats himself. “You used a condom, right?”
“We didn’t have sex.” Harry says when he comes together and soon he tries to wake the girl softly, and when she still wouldn’t wake he used a bit more extreme method of shaking.
She groans and pushes Harry’s hands off of her, rolling over. “Let me sleep.”
Harry smiles and shakes her again, more gently this time. “You need to get home; which I actually don’t the where is—“
“I’m not on…set.” She opened her eyes and slowly took in her surroundings. She looked over to Harry and the memories start flooding back. “What time is it?”
Harry looked over to Zayn as Zayn pulled out his phone. “‘Bout five AM.”
“Fuck, I need to leave.” She pushed herself up with Harry following. He held her hand as she got out of the bathtub.
“Love, do you have a ride?” Harry asks sweetly. She pauses for a moment before getting her phone from her bag and sighing.
“No, my friend took me and she ditched me.” Harry’s heart broke, how could anyone want to leave her?
“I can get one of the personal drivers to take you to…”
“The set for Les Mis.” She finished for him. “It’s about a two hour's drive from here though, you guys need to get home.”
“No, I’ll go with you to make sure you get home okay. Zayn will go with the others to make sure they’re okay.” Harry looked back to Zayn and gave him a look that said don’t fuck me over which Zayn definitely got.
“Yeah, Manny won’t mind the drive out there and I need to make sure that the other boys won’t pass out or die.” Zayn follows and Harry smiles, then turns to her.
“I get if you’re uncomfortable, so the choice is yours. I don’t want to pressure you to do anything, Y/n.”
“You’re Y/n?” Zayn asks, voice raised. “Your friend was looking for you, tall, scary eyes.”
“Ugh, that would be my Liam.” She groaned. “I’ll take that ride Harry.”
“Great!” Harry cheers, a little too loudly but is too happy to spend another hour with her to care. “If you would follow me.”
Y/n follows Harry out while Harry calls who she presumes is Manny, and soon enough a large car enters. She takes a quick picture of the card license plate and gets in the car with Harry.
“What that’s for.” He asks.
“In case you kidnap me.” She responds, sending the picture to her more reliable friend then the one she went to the party with.
“Harry said you need to be dropped off a ways?” The driver, Manny, asked.
“Yeah in Northampshire.” She tells him. “Here.” She gets up and shows the address on her phone to him and he simply nods. She sighs as she sits down, looking at Harry who hasn’t taken his eyes off of her.
“Thanks for this.” She tells him, her hand touching his arm and squeezing softly.
He blushes. “It’s nothing really. It’s the least I could do for curling my hair.”
“Your already curly hair, you mean?” She giggles. “I might have fried it so use lots of conditioner.” She ruffles his hair and he embarrassingly laughs.
“If anyone could’ve curled my hair while drunk, I’m glad it was you.” He tells her, and she could easily feel the heat rise to her cheeks. As silly as it was, she felt flattered.
They got into a comfortable conversation, talking and venting about anything and everything. Y/n talked about promoting Hunger Games while filming Les Miserable, and her experiences. Harry talked about One Direction, touring and opening for Big Time Rush and recording their new album that’s in the works.
They started talking about things more personally soon too. Harry talked about his mum and sister, hyping them up greatly and saying how much Y/n would love them. Y/n didn’t mention family too much though , more so talking about her dog, Marmalade, and cat, Sugar, that were her little babies.
Before they knew it they arrived outside the gates for filming. Harry was sad that the hours went away so quickly, but was glad she wasn’t too late that she would get in trouble.
“Can I get your number?” Harry sheepishly asked. “I really want to keep talking to you—“
“Yeah, give me your phone.” She happily responded and Harry hastily handed the phone over to her. She put in her information and wrote her name.
“Thanks so much, Harry. Seriously.” She kissed his cheek and hopped out the door, leaving a dumbfounded Harry in his seat. “Text me.”
She slammed the door shut and Harry’s mouth was open, holding his phone like his life depended on it—and to be fair, it pretty much did, he wasn’t sure if he could go through life without her. But he didn’t notice that he was gripping the phone so tight, he accidentally clicked on instagram, and in some weird twist of fate, posted the photo of them together on his very public account.
The black car divider slowly went down and Harry’s eyes met with Manny’s. He had a smirk on his face that made Harry blush. “Does Harry Styles have a crush?”
Harry nervously laughed, watching her leave from his car window and sighed. “Yeah.”
summary: harry has a lesson in asking a girl out from his bandmates, while simultaneously freaking out and contemplating his whole life. (universe summary in masterlist)
w/c: 2.5k
w: swearing, talks of sex (smut in future chapters), and probably grammatical errors ( english is not my first language)
a/n: inspired by bad habits by steve lacy! i was debating on how much longer i should go on until the two get together but omfg i have no patiences so i think next installment/chapter will be them finally together! question is: should there be smut in the next chapter? lmk <3
also this chapter is all harry! lowkey my fav fics are when they focus on the guys pov so i indulged here lol so enjoy the awkward harry!
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April, 2012
“Hi, Honey. How’s my precious boy doing?”
Laughs filled the room as Harry quickly turned off the speaker and got up to leave from his band mates.
“Come back precious boy!” Louis called, but Harry ignored the snickers and headed for the back of the private plane.
“‘Lo mum.” Harry said, more relaxed now that he has privacy, leaning against the wall and slightly leaning so he doesn’t hit his head–even though his friends don’t believe him, Harry swears that he’d hit his head. “‘m alright, how are you?”
“Don’t give me that.” Anne chided. She knew her son, she knew when her youngest wasn’t feeling his best. “Just because you’re a big shot now doesn’t mean you can act like your own mother doesn’t know you.”
“Mum-“
“What’s wrong, Harry?”
“Nothin, just annoyed with the boys now.”
“When are you not?” She chuckled. “But seriously, Honey. Are you okay? You sound sad.”
“Well we’re about to take off on the plane and you know how uncomfortable I get.” It wasn’t a full lie, Harry has hated traveling by plane ever since his first flight at the young age of five–Gemma will gladly share all of the embarrassing memories of young Harry crying on planes to anyone who’d ask.
“You have your gum? Chew it well and it’ll help pop your ears.” Anne told him, in her protective motherly tone.
“I will mum, don’t worry.” Harry said dryly, use to this lecture.
“Also, a little birdie told me you had another one of your friends was joining you boys–”
Harry groaned. “Mum, what's Gem been tellin’ you?”
“That you’re making friends! And if it’s the friend that I think it is, I'd like to meet her.”
“Mum, Y/n couldn’t come, she had a work thing come up, and you know I just don’t like plans changing when it comes to flights.” He mumbles. “It just got me in a mood.”
He thought flying would be easier and he wouldn’t be stressed since Y/n would be coming, but sadly, her schedule is even more hectic than his own. She was too good at her own job apparently, as she had gotten a call–right in the middle of their own call where Harry was going into explicit detail on some vocal coach who quite frankly needed some coaching of their own in his opinion—that said she was needed for the filming of a new movie right away. She wouldn’t tell him for what, saying it was a surprise.
Obviously, she made the decision to take on the job, which Harry couldn’t protest too; he didn’t have the right to say that she couldn’t film a movie for one concert in Australia or because he would be sad. But even though he told her how happy he was for her, a small part of him will miss her–well, maybe a big part of him.
“Still, it’d be nice if I could meet her.” Anne told him. “You haven’t told me anyone you liked since that one waitress at the diner.”
“Because you ruined my chance with her!”
“You were seven and all I asked was for a kids menu when she accidentally gave you the adult menu.”
Harry smiled but still jokingly huffed at the memory. All those years ago, Harry first tried out flirting. Although looking back it was definitely terrible, he thought it was going well since she was smiling, but he would never forget the embarrassment of his mum asking for a kids menu–making him feel significantly less cool, crushing Harry’s new dream.
“There just hasn’t been anyone after that mum.” Harry told her, him sighing. He’s had similar conversation with his mum before. But when he was in school, it was always ‘no dating, no pregnancies.’ Now his mum was singing a completely different tune of ‘when are you getting a girlfriend.’ He knows she means well, but it’s a little scary to realize he should–and wants to–find someone to spend the rest of his life with, especially if he wants the most amount of time with them as possible.
“No one could compare to the happily married waitress you met ten years ago?” Anne laughed. “I guess, other than Y/n?”
“Ugh, mum you’re no better than the DailyMail.” Harry accused, but they both new he didn’t mean it. When the photo came out, Anne of course had a couple questions–specifically about what was in his drink, but also about the pretty girl that everyone was saying was his new girlfriend. Harry reluctantly answered that she was just a friend and how the photo being posted was an accident, but he often wondered what it would be like to introduce Y/n as his girlfriend to his mother.
He heard commotion going on in the seating area of the plane, shaking him from his thoughts, and realized take off was coming soon. “I’ve got to go mum. I’ll call when I land.”
“All right sweetie. Don’t work yourself up too much. It’s nighttime so you need to get a good rest, especially if you're up dancing and whatnot tomorrow.”
“Yes, mum, I’ll be careful. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
Harry hung up with a sigh and waited a few seconds before returning back to the group of boys. He knew once they took off the realization of his short break would be over, and he didn’t want it to be. A part of him was concerned that now that Y/n was back off working, and he was too, no one would be able to call, text, or really have the energy to make the effort as often as before. He wanted to call though, so that had to be enough, right? Harry hoped it was.
Harry joined the others and took his seat down next to Niall who was in a weirdly passionate conversation with Liam, arguing over some TV show that Harry hadn't watched. Louis was looking at sheet music, with Zayn leaning over his shoulder to join him. Harry sat and watched the group, unsure of how this all happened. He was on a fucking flight to Austrialia to preform at a sold out concert with some really great people.
Even this job got him to meet someone special. But it also gave him heartbreak–more serious than any waitress at the village diner he could meet. Harry was proud of Y/n and all of her accomplishments, she worked for all she achieved, no famous parents, no rich relative; she auditioned and got every role on her own merit, it was something he truly admired.
She was often busy, it was a part of her job description, so it was up to Harry to normally call and such. A part of him always felt guilty about it, and if he was a little honest he felt unwanted too, so he’s been trying hard not to talk to her…as much; but those thoughts were always push away when he confided in Y/n for the first time, with her saying how she appreciates all of his calls because it allows her to have a break–a long break at that, Harry was glad he switched over to an unlimited plan because almost all of their calls were over two hours.
As his mind wandered, he got a buzz in his pocket that shoved him back into the real world, allowing him to realize that the plane was starting to move. He quickly took his phone out and opened the message, one that made his smile wide.
‘Good luck and wish I was there!!’
As Harry was about to respond to Y/n he got another text from her.
‘I miss you’
Harry froze and didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t sure if the feeling of his stomach dropping was from the plane taking off or the fact the girl he likes just unpromptly said that she misses him. He felt like giggling and kicking his feet up in the air while rolling on his bed.
“You got sent nudes or somethin’” Zayn jokes as Harry looks up to see his friends all looking closely at him.
“Wha–”
“Bad day to wear skinny jeans, huh.” Louis joins in.
“Guys come on, he wasn’t sent nudes.” Liam says.
“Thank you–”
“Probably got a little message from mumsy.”
“Yeah you’re right Liam, doubt Harry’s that lucky.” Niall laughed.
“Alright what does that mean?” Harry asks defensively, while all the others look silently at each other, trying to keep their composer.
“Well, you’re the baby of the group.” Niallstarts.
“I know.” Harry answers, still confused.
“You’re also… incredibly awkward with any woman you talk to.” Liam slowly says.
“So it’s hard to believe that you out of everyone here, y’know, got sent a nude.” Nialll finishes up the explanation, hoping poor Harry would get the hint. “Especially from Y/n.” He mumbled that last part.
“You think I have no game?” Harry accuses, standing up. He looks around at his now so-called friends, all looking in other directions. “Fuck, I have no game.” Harry sits back down, stunned by this realization just hitting him causing him to stare off into space.
“Did we break him?” Louis whispers to Zayn, yet loud enough for everyone to hear it–hence the quick punch he received from the other boy.
“I-I’m thought of as a hot and pretty charming guy but… but I’ve never actually dated anyone before–I don’t even know how to get a girl to like me for me.” Harry choked out, starting to spiral. He got up and started to pace in the tiny plane, nervously biting his nails. “She’s a real celebrity, like famous and she gets so much attention from practically everyone…why would she choose me?”
Liam got up and tried to sooth his friend. “Hey, mate, why don’t we just calm down for a sec–”
“No! I-I don’t bring anything to the table!” Harry added on, going deeper into this hole he is digging himself. A wave of nausea was hitting him, adding to his terrible feeling.
“Hey, why don’t we help you?” Zayn offers, getting up and ushering him to sit back down in his seat. “We can spare little advice for ‘em right?” The group of boys all nodded in agreement.
“But…” Louis hesitated, scared to say what he was about to. “Do you know what you’re getting into?”
“What sort of question–”
“She’s an actor. She's going to kiss people for movies.” Louis pointed out. “Are you going to be okay with that? Even though it won't mean anything, could you stand to watch that?”
Harry thought back for a moment. He watched The Hunger Games when she gave him a copy –that suspiciously disappeared from set–and watched as he felt his heart being ripped out from his chest as she kissed Peeta–although, he much prefers Peeta over Gale. But still, he hated seeing her kiss Josh whatever his name is.
He did like how happy Y/n was when she talked to him about making the movie. He remembers watching her on his computer both during an interview on youtube and when he called her.
“If she’s happy and it’s not romantic–I’ll live.” Harry concludes. “I-I can’t tell her to stop acting because I would be uncomfortable–if we were to get together, of course.”
Liam’s a bit shocked. “That’s very…brave.”
“You mean whipped?” Scoffed Louis, again, earning another jab from Zayn. “Not that it’s a bad thing of course. I’m sure Y/n would love that.”
“You’re not helping.” Harry groaned. “But that’s a problem if she wants to date me.”
“She will!” Niall said sternly. “No one would sleep in some bathtub with an ugly stranger; she must find ya’ some bit attractive.”
"Not when she finds out I have four nipples--"
“I'm going to forget you said that." Louis commented, the cleared his throat. "All you have to do is put on the old Styles charm!” He tried. “Just go up to her an’ say, “Y/n, darling, angel, sunflower” –and whatever annoying nickname you call her– “you make me so horny–”
“Woah, woah woah, absolutely not.” Zayn interrupts, and stared directly at Harry. “Do not mention anything about sex or anything about appearance, that makes you sound like an asshole. Only mention how she makes you feel when you see her if it's romantic, not sensual; and talk about how she’s smart and talented–that sorta stuff.”
Harry didn’t want to act like some sort of fool when he would be talking to her. He wanted to get to know her, that’s all he really wanted. Well, he did also think it’d be fun to dance with Y/n, didn’t matter where, hell it could be in the kitchen for all he cares, but he’d just want to be close–doing something he loves with someone he…likes.
But if he messes that up then no kissing in the kitchen.
“I was only joking.” Louis mumbled.
“When we land, you have to call her.” Liam told Harry, more like ordered though if you asked Harry.
“But my mum–”
“I think she will understand that her precious boy is trying to get a girl.” Zayn explained. “Make it clear that you just got off the plane when you talk to Y/n, it’ll show how much you value her and stuff. Just don’t tell her about not calling your mum, that makes you seem like a dick.”
“Yeah, no one likes someone who doesn’t call their mum.” Louis chimed in.
“But isn’t that what I’m doing?” Harry wondered.
“She doesn’t have to know that.” Niall told him. “Look, I’m sure Gemma grilled it into you that you won't say anything outright wrong. Just be you.”
“What bullshit is that?” Harry bawled. “I’m not anything compared to all those other actors! Maybe I should become an actor--”
“Yeah, and what would you play? Some psycho killer? I’m sure that’ll be real hot.” Louis groaned. He got up and put his hands on Harry’s shoulders–looking at him right in the eye. “You need to realize that you have a chance with a hot actress and you need to go for it!”
“Don’t be a pussy.” He finishes and gets back down into his seat, exhaling as he did so. All the guys just looked at him, Zayn had a disgusted face in particular, clearly confused on what that was supposed to do.
“He’s right.” Harry mumbled.
“What now?” Zayn questioned, surprised like the rest of the boys–including Louis himself.
“Louis is right, I need to ask her out, I need to go for it!” Harry realized, saying his words a little louder now.
“Yeah!” Louis cheered.
“That worked?” Naill whispered and looked over to Liam who just shrugged.
“Apparently.” Liam replied.
“I am going to talk to the girl I like and get her to like me!” Harry shouted confidently.
“Yeah!” All the boys yelled in agreement, going with this positive momentum.
Harry sat in his chair smiling, proud of himself for his little manifestations. Now he had to wait another grueling few hours until he actually had service. But he had a plan, and he had the confidence to go through with it–at least for now, he’s not too sure how he’ll feel in the moment, but it’s better than where he was before. He couldn’t want her anymore tonight then what he already does–he just can’t fuck it up.
Like Louis said, he just has to put on the Styles charm.
summary: harry and y/n not only deal with being hungover, but their personal lives not being so personal anymore. harry feels guilty--and a little in love too. (see masterlist for universe summary <3)
w/c: 3k
w: hungoverness (?), spelling errors (sorry english isn't my first language), like two suggestive jokes--smut in future chapters
a/n: first of all 1k notes on the first installment?!?! thank you all so much, that's crazy!! also you do not need to read the previous 'chapter' to understand this, but it would make more sense if you do (and I would also appreciate it)!
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Feb 2012…still
Harry slept like he never did before. He can’t quite remember his dreams when he gets violently woken up by Niall, but he remembers what he felt during his sleep. He had his own little theories of what he was dreaming about, more like who he was dreaming of, but he doesn't have to tell Niall that–who has a shit-faced smirk on his face.
“Why the fuck did you have to wake me like that?” Harry groans, looking at his surroundings and realizing they are in what appears to be in Zayn’s hotel room, judging from the amount of his clothing littered throughout the room. “What’s your problem, huh?”
“I was just curious about who your little friend is from last night.” The blond chided, practically tearing the raggedy blanket that was on its last leg off from Harry. “You have to give me the details.”
“H-how do you know about her?” Harry’s voice littered with sleep as his eyes just got accustomed to the light.
“I went on Instagram like everyone else and saw your post–”
Harry practically jumped off from the cold hardwood hotel floor and searched the large room for his phone. When he finally found it, his hands were shaking as he typed in his password and clicked the little instagram app icon. His notifications were flooded more than usual, but he checked his account and saw he had one post, and it was all too familiar.
Harry isn’t that active on social media from a posting standpoint, he only really consumes. Occasionally, he will steal one of his friends' phones and type some random stuff and post it but that was mainly on Twitter and nothing personal would be shown; just some random words that made the victim of one of his pranks seem drunk. But he never posted from his account.
Until now, apparently.
He clicked on the photo and it was the same photo that he took of him and Y/n last night. Y/n had a growing smile on her face while Harry’s smile completely showed all of his teeth–it was a silly photo of just friends, hopefully that's what the media would think; but Harry wasn't so optimistic.
Harry was still getting used to the fame and all of the attention. It could be positive, or more times than not it would be negative, and as scared as he is to go on online to see what people are saying, he is more concerned with Y/n.
He clicked on her profile, and it was nice. A little hectic yet somehow professional–clearly used by Y/n. He clicked the follow button, but figured that's not as dramatic as the photo.
He did an ass move and posted a photo of them together–he knows that she knows what people would think, nothing could stir up more drama then that; especially with that being the first and only photo he’s ever posted on his very public account that is gaining new followers this second.
The new wave of followers seemed to be fan accounts of her. A significant portion had Y/n’s name in the username and the others seemed to be fan accounts of The Hunger Games and Les Miserable–most of which had her as the main focus of their account. But what surprised him the most were accounts with both of her name and his name together. It made him blush and almost forget Niall was in the room with him.
“Are you lookin’ at the photo of you two?” Nail asked, peering over Harry’s shoulder to instead find him creeping on accounts that weren’t just fan pages of one of them, but of both of them together. “They’re makin’ edits of you guys already, Jesus, do these people ever sleep?”
“Shut up.” Was all Harry could say in his embarrassed voice.
“Sad thing is you didn’t even introduce us.” Niall tutted. “Can’t wait to tell her about that sock I found--”
“I didn’t mean to post this.” Harry admitted, going to his contacts to text her after it really sunk in what he had done.
“Well obviously.” Naill laughed. “That's what's great about it–”
“No seriously, she’s gonna hate me.” Harry started panicking, writing out this long apology text to Y/n, explaining how he didn’t mean to post that photo of you two and how he is so sorry for all of the hell breaking loose. He couldn’t even imagine what she was going through right now.
“I just met her last night and we just talked. I didn’t ask her to date or anything–”
“Get your asses up! We gotta leave in thirty!” They heard Liam shout through the door. Harry was terrified as he pushed send without reading the text over beforehand. And of course he embarrassed himself further by finding at least five typos within the first third of the message.
“She’s going to hate me forever, Niall.” Harry whined, genuinely on the verge of crying which would only make his hangover worse and cause him to spiral. He leaned into his friend and Niall had to hold back a laugh.
“It’s cool man. I’m sure she completely understands that it’s a harmless photo–”
“But it’s not!” He groans. Niall, having enough of Harry’s behavior, snatches his phone away. “Give it back.”
“No. You need to focus.” Naill says. “I know you and you’ll end up being all whiney and not being able to work today.” Naill heads towards the door, keeping Harry’s phone out of reach.
“But–”
“Go cry in the bathroom and get changed. I’m not letting you have this back until you’ve gotten out of this.”
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Y/n woke up completely hungover from the night before, not to mention she barely got any sleep last night. As she snuck back to her hotel and nearly collapsed when she saw her bed, not bothering to charge her phone, causing it to be dead by the time she woke up. Luckly, her manual alarm woke her up for wardrobe
She changed into comfy clothes that she knew she would be changing out of soon enough, and left for the set. The hotel was rented out for the cast and crew of Les Miserable as it was right on set and such a convenience for everyone, but that meant that everyone could see Y/n making her way out to set if they were up.
She got a couple of glances as she was on her way out, she assumed it was because they knew she snuck out. There was no rule saying that cast and crew members couldn’t leave site, but what ever they did couldn't infringe on their contract; Y/n still made an effort to not make her leave too noticeable out of guilt and knowing that it could possibly lead to an unpleasant rumor about herself. But she was on time and normal, just hungover.
She was relieved to find a dear friend of hers, Helena Bonham Carter, in wardrobe as well. She was like an on-set mother to Y/n, always so caring and nice to her but gave her tips and advice for where she could improve–they were given with all of the kindness in the world so Y/n never minded.
Helena smiled when she saw Y/n walk in. “Hello lovely.” She quickly engulfed Y/n in a hug then pulled back, slightly frowning. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing, just tired and I have this headache–”
“From that party right?” Y/n sighed as Helena said that. She didn’t know how she–and what seemed like everyone–found out, but Y/n wasn't surprised.
“How do you know I went out?” Y/n asked her eyes scanning the room incase of any listening ears.
“Your little boyfriends post–”
“What boyfriend?” Y/n nervously laughed. She was nervous as first of all, whoever this boyfriend was, and second, what did they post of her. A part of Y/n thought Liam had posted something, not that she remembered being with him or his phone pointed towards her. The old time she knew that there was a photo of her taken was with Harry.
“The singing guy in the boy band. The one with the sideswept lego hair–”
“Harry?”
“Yes, and you two make a cute couple. Don’t know why you were curling his hair though, it seemed curly enough.”
“Does everyone here know?” Y/n asked Helena and she thought about it then nodded. “God.”
“Lots of online articles have been circulating, hun. Especially since you have the Hunger Games movie coming out next month which makes you more relevant and your boyfriends going on tour–”
“He’s not my boyfriend.” She sighed. “Can I see your phone? Mines dead.”
Helena nodded and gave it to the nervous girl infront of her. She placed her arm on Y/n’s shoulder in support as Y/n typed in her name along with Harry Styles. So much came up.
The first article said that they’re now dating, but apparently for the past few years. Another said they were engaged and so did the following one. A bunch of stereotypical rumors–some included pregnancy, which she was not looking forward to denying it to her parents and having that conversation–but there was one in particular that caught her eye.
Wanna-be star Y/n is now dating One direction heartthrob Harry Styles as a weak attempt to rise to fame!
That pissed Y/n off. If anything, Harry would be using her for fame, because as of right now, she is worth way more as he is. But even that was beside the point, she looked at the photo again and they both seemed to be happy, and maybe sort of in love–how could that one interaction prove that she is using him for fame?
“Maybe I should take that back…” Helena pried her phone away from Y/n’s hand as the young girl stared off into space, lost in thought. “Sweetie, you should go get into costume and practice your lines.”
Helena ushered Y/n off to the waiting crew member to get her into costume as she just went along, too stunned to do much.
Like usual, the day was long. So long in fact, she hasn't been able to sneak away to her room and charge her phone. A part of her didn’t want to see all of her notifications on her phone though. She didn’t want to talk to her friends and family about it, quite frankly she just wanted to sit with Marmalade and Sugar in her flat in London, maybe have a chat with her close friend Alex who is currently pet-sitting them--some ice cream would be nice too.
But she pushes through the day looking like she’s been dragged through the dirt–while presumably being dragged online for a harmless photo. When she finally can leave, she practically sprints up to the room. She opens the door then slams it shut behind her. She plugs her phone in and then goes into the bathroom to have a shower and try to destress.
It was late, and she must’ve yawned hundreds of times in the shower as she rubbed all of the prosthetic dirt off of her face and body. She reluctantly left the warmth of the shower, dried her body and hair then did her face routine. It all went quicker than she would’ve liked, because she knew that she had to go on her phone and that would be a problem of itself.
She settles in the comfort of her home away from home bed and preps for the worst.
Her phone is charged and she is terrified.
The first thing she sees is an alarming amount of missed calls along with her voicemail overflowing from calls from her siblings and parents. Her messages were the same. But she procrastinated going through those, instead she went to instagram. Of course she looked up Harry and saw that he was following her so she followed back–she does hope they are friends after all, although Y/n would understand that this situation wouldn’t make the best start. She clicked on the photo and smiled; he did look pretty, she would like to see him smile like that again–in person.
She made the mistake of looking at the comments. Some were in shock, others were compliments, and of course, the rest were plain rude. She did what was best for her and closed out of the app, now moving onto the next challenge.
She got back to her PR team first, all who said that the photo was really harmless and they could make a statement if that was what Y/n wanted. She thanked Vivian, the head of the team, and texted that if it didn’t die down within the next week then she would consider it. She then texted Alex, who she assured that it meant nothing and would call when she felt like she could breathe.
Y/n reluctantly texted her family in a groupchat, saying that she was not seeing anyone and all rumors are false–she just made a friend and took a funny photo with them. She also ignored their individual messages, not bothering to read them.
The last thing she saw were messages from an unknown number. They had awful spelling and were incoherent but so clearly from the boy who got them into this mess.
She was stopped when a call came through. She answered when she saw the familiar number.
“Y/n?”
“Harry?”
“Oh my god, I am so so sorry for gettin’ you in this drama. I completely understand if you don’t want to talk or be near me again–”
“Harry, calm down. I am not mad at you.” Y/n interrupted him when sense rambling coming.
Harry whined on the other end of the call. “But I posted the photo, a-and now some magazine thinks we’re having fucking twins–”
“That isn’t your fault.” She reminded him, then sighed. “Look, I am not happy about this at all. I don’t like being called a gold digger and having these rumors circulate; but there is nothing we can do.”
“I can take the photo down, Louis might have to help me though because apparently I keep fucking everything up.” He groaned, pushing his head into his pillow on the bed; currently on his way to the next site for practice in northern England. “What can I do to make you feel better?”
Y/n didn’t really know what to say. Honestly, she would like his company and everyone to forget about the photo, but there was nothing realistic he had to offer. She did appreciate the sentiment though.
“Maybe you can just talk.” She asked, albeit, in a softer voice than before. “Talking helped me sleep last time, and–I think we just need a distraction.”
Harry was a little stunned, but that didn’t stop the smile on his face. “Yeah, so today I woke up with the worst hangover ever. Then proceeded to go to rehearsals and then get shimmed into the tour bus with Niall who conveniently forgot to shower after dancing for like two hours straight–swear I can smell him from here.”
“Are you on the bus now?”
“Yeah, think we’re goin to some studio in Manchester–”
“That’s close to where you grew up right?”
“Yeah, wait, how did you know?” He smiled when she said that–did she look him up? He thought it would make it even since he looked up Y/n.
“No, just from your accent. Got Sugar from up there.” She chuckled.
"Sugar is the cat, right?"
"Yup."
"Knew it." He chided. “I gotta admit; I'm a little sad you didn't look me up.”
“Have you looked me up?” She asked charmingly, and of course, it made Harry’s face turn red.
“Uh, no?” He was tired, but Y/n hummed an okay that got Harry to crack. “Okay, so I might have looked you up on instagram and might have creeped on your page.”
“Anything else?”
“Might’ve watched a few clips of you actin’.” He tried to shrug it off, but he really didn’t want to end up confessing he read her whole wiki page–grant it, it’s not super long, but he was curious and truly fascinated by her; he couldn’t wait to get to know more about her.
“Well, what did you think?” Y/n thinks she knows what clips he’s talking about. Most likely leaked scenes from Les Mis that she knew were circulating, or it was the trailers for the movies–either way she’s flattered.
“Enough to know you deserve a Grammy.”
“You mean an Oscar?” She laughed and Harry just sighed and internally yelled at himself.
“If you have music on the brain you can focus on that if you wa–”
“No! I really like this little late night talkin sesh. Very nice to talk to you.” He admits, sweat now starting to form on his forehead. This was being bold, even for him. “I also just want to make you happy. I know everything is going to be shit for the next couple of days.”
“Ugh, we just need to wait till some other celebrity posts nudes or something.” She groaned, making Harry smile. “But you’re right, this just needs to blow over.”
“Wish I was around to make you feel better.” He sighed, rubbing his eyes, but that’s when an idea popped into his head. “Hey, um, I don't know if this is too soon but when are you done filming?” He asks, biting his lip.
“I think in March, why?”
“You should come to one of our concerts in April then, we’re taking a break from touring till then but I’m gonna be doin all of this work but I would like to see you soon, if you’re okay with that.”
Harry's heart stoped while he waited for an answer.
“Definitely, we are just starting reshoots and Tom doesn’t think there will be much to do.” She told him excitedly. “Where is it?”
“Sydney…”
She paused. “As in Sydney, Australia?”
“Yup.”
Another pause. “Y’know what, sure.”
“Really? I can send travel plans now if you want–”
“That can wait for tomorrow. Just tell me I’m not going to regret flying out there for a One Direction concert.”
“Thought you were flying out for me?” Harry said with faux sadness.
“What do you mean? I've always been a die hard Directioner.”
"Really?"
"Yeah." She smiles. "Ever since I saw they had this really cute member with curly hair, I've been obsessed."
Harry blushed, his cheeks feeling warm. "As someone who is in One Direction, can I tell you something?"
