Listen. Harry had never done anything like this before. He liked to keep his private life private, never actually confirming if he was dating anyone or not. It wasn’t anyone’s business but his own. It’s not like he had time to date these days anyway, but, even Harry Styles struggled with being lonely. He longed for someone he could get to know well, and trust enough to maybe see on a casual basis without any strings attached. Was that even possible? He’d been recommended this app for “famous people” by a close friend, thinking that at least he could meet someone who would halfway understand what he was going through, and his need to be discreet. He managed to meet someone who immediately spoke to him from just one glance at her photo. She was gorgeous, and seemed to have a great personality. Plus, apparently he had a thing for models without really meaning to? Anyway. Yeah. She didn’t act starstruck by him, or even bothered at all that he was who he was, which was also nice. Maybe it was an act, but he didn’t care at this point. She finally wanted to meet after a couple of months, in a public place, which made him a little uneasy since there would be people taking pictures, but he respected that she might be a little weirded out to come to his house (because she had no idea he was actually who he said he was), so they settled on a cafe downtown that he frequented often. When his eyes landed on her waiting at a table, he smiled wide, amazed at the butterflies that actually came up in his stomach. She was just as perfect in person as her photos, he just hoped he didn’t disappoint either. “Hello there!” He greeted like a dork, taking a seat across from her as if he’d done it numerous times before. “Nice to finally see you!”
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