#4 Harry Styles Fanfic- Womanizer
“Holy shit.” M/B/F said from across the table. “Y/N is that Harry Styles?”
I glanced at her and returned my attention to the lit up screen of my phone. “Bro the chances of seeing anyone famous are slim to none. And the chances of seeing-”
“Harry Styles!”
“-are even slimmer! Do you get a man whore vibe from him? I feel like he’s a man whore.”
“Look he is right there.” She reached over and snatched my phone.
“Hey give it back!”
“Not until you look!”
I rolled my eyes dramatically but looked in the direction she gestured to. “I don’t see Harry Styles. I see an agitated barista but no Harry Styles.”
“He’s right fucking th-” she whipped her head around, “Where the fuck is Harry Styles? I just saw him I swear.”
I patted her hand, “Hun you saw what you wanted to see. Will you please give me back my phone I need it.”
She handed it back with a sour expression. “I saw him.”
“I know but I gotta go.” I grabbed my purse and gave M/B/F a quick hug before heading out of the Starbucks.
—————————–<3<3<3—————————— “M/B/F Harry Styles is holding me captive.” I said into the phone.
“I’m not holding you captive.”
M/B/F started cracking up on the other end of the call. “Yeah right.”
“M/B/F I am being so serious right now. He is sitting next to me, I don’t know where he is taking me, I’m going to be late, and paparazzi are following us he thinks.”
“I don’t think they’re following us I know they’re following us.”
“Ok he ‘knows’ they’re following us.” I spoke into the phone again.
“Ok you’re just playing on the fact that I saw him at the Starbucks and you didn’t believe me so you’re playing a joke on me. Nice try it won’t work.” She said in her 'yeah right’ tone. “I’m not joking! I believe you saw him because he’s holding me captive!”
Harry sighed. “I’m not holding you captive.”
“Then let me out!”
“Who are you yelling at?”
“Mother fucking Harry Styles is who I’m yelling at! Look I don’t fucking care if you believe me or not but my car is still parked on the curb so can you please get it back to the house in one piece?”
“You didn’t say you had a car with you,” Harry said looking over at me.
“Yes because that’s the first thing a person says when they’re being escorted out of a crowd of paparazzi,” at this point M/B/F started talking in my ear but I ignored her and continued my rant, “and I mean it’s not like you asked me if I had a car. Like I never thought a womanizer such as yourself would have to resort to kidnapping but HERE WE ARE!”
“I’m not kidnapping you! You can leave as soon as we switch cars and ditch the paps and I am not a womanizer!”
“Holy shit you’re with Harry Styles.” M/B/F said in my ear.
“Please just take my car home.”
“You know what you have to do as my friend right?”
“Under these circumstances I am not doing it.”
“PLEEEEEASE.”
“Just get my car and we’ll see.” Before M/B/F could say anything I hung up the call.
“Look ok I know this looks like a kidnapping but the paps have been on me for a while wondering who my girlfriend is and you just happened to come out at the wrong time.”
“So I’m supposed to be your girlfriend now?! No fuck that.”
He pressed his fingers to his temples. “No you are not supposed to be my girlfriend BUT because you walked out when you did they thought we were doing the thing where one person leaves and then like ten minutes later the other person leaves. They have been hounding me to find out if I have a secret girlfriend and who she is.”
“Who is she?”
“I don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Right why have the whole cow when you can get the milk for free right?”
He turned to face me so I turned to face him. “What is the problem?”
“What? You mean other than the fact that I was ambushed by paparazzi that think I’m someone I’m not, I got kidnapped by Harry Styles, and I’m now ten minutes late for my appointment?” I counted off the points on my fingers. “You know if I miss my appointments insurance doesn’t cover them so I have to pay out of pocket. That’s a lot of money I don’t have. And it’s not like you have any reason to care 'cause 'as soon as we switch cars’ I can leave. Yay. Note the fucking enthusiasm.”
“I was merely trying to get you away from the bloody paps. It’s not like I had a personal vendetta to keep you from your car and your appointment and your life. My bad for being a good guy.”
The car stopped and my door was opened. A big, bald, guy was standing there. “Miss please exit the vehicle and come with me.”
“I’m getting whacked. That’s it this is how I’m going out.”
The guy chuckled. “No ma'am Mr. Styles called in advance and asked that we escort you to your destination.”
“How kind.” The words left a bitter aftertaste in my mouth. Fuck. I’m such an asshole. Really I have no need to act like this toward him. He did rescue me from the paparazzi. And I have to do that thing for M/B/F. And he’s just been nice the whole time.
He cleared his throat from behind me. I snapped from my thoughts and turned toward him. He was standing with his hands behind his back. Is that hurt I’m detecting behind his eyes?
“Can I ask you a favor?” Awkward wouldn’t begin to cover how I was feeling.
He blinked. What I thought was hurt was now gone. “Sure.”
“Can I get an autograph for my friend?”
He thought or actually looked like he was pretending to think about it. “Mm no.”
“Ok look I’m sorry I’m being a dick but it’s kind of frustrating missing an appointment. Do you know how hard it is to get an appointment with a good gynecologist? It’s really hard the list is super long and then there’s other factors that I won’t list. Anyway what I’m trying to say is I sincerely apologize. And after today you never have to see me again.”
“For your friend?” His index finger stroked his chin.
“Yes.”
“Ok I’ll give you an autograph 'for your friend’ BUT I require something in return.” He laughed. “I’m not asking for sex. I’ll give you the autograph of you give me your number.”
“Oh but you’re not asking for sex?”
“No actually I’m asking for the opposite. I am, contrary to what you believe, not a womanizer and I would like to show you that.”
“You’re going to have to dumb it down for me.”
“I want the opportunity to prove to you that I’m not a womanizer. I’m not a man whore. I’m not anything like that. I am Harry Styles. Take away the fame and I’m a good guy. Keep the fame and I’m still a good guy.”
“You want to prove to me you’re a good guy?”
“That’s what I just said.”
“And if I agree you’ll give me the autograph?”
“Yup.” He crossed his arms.
My eyebrows pushed together. “Fine.”
“Fantastic! I’ll take your number now.” Reluctantly he received my number. “Let’s go get your friend that autograph.”
“Wait what? I thought you were putting me in this car and we were going separate ways!”
“Nope you’re stuck with me now at least for a couple of days. Well part of the next couple of days.”
I didn’t have time to say anything else. I was being put into a car with tinted windows and Harry was sliding in next to me. “Sorry love the paps we’re finally able to get into the parking garage we’ve got to go.”
“What have I just gotten myself into?”
He smiled a mischievous smile. “They already think you’re my girlfriend if they see us together they’ll just continue to say it but once you’re convinced you’ll be the one that never has to see me again.”
“Actually that’s pretty much impossible. I see your face at least three times a day.”
“Well now you get to see the real thing.” Another mischievous smile.
Damn it.
It’s terrible I know but I hope this is the first part with a couple more. Like, comment, request, tell me what you think might happen?