"isn't it just so pretty to think, all along there was some invisible string... tying you to me"
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The last time Harry had seen Monroe Sinclair was when the final episode of "The Best Years" wrapped. She gathered her things, said her good...
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•Harry Styles•
I was trying to draw out the sound of her voice as I focused on my breathing, the treadmill beneath my feet having all my attention as I wiped the sweat that was dripping down my forehead. I could feel the small drops running down my bare chest, my legs starting to burn as I pushed myself to the limit in my gym.
"I'm not doing it," I said again, my eyes never meeting her as I faced straight ahead, my aggravation reaching my labored breathing.
"I don't know why you're acting like I'm trying to convince you to commit murder here Harry," she sighed as she ran her fingers through her hair.
I rolled my eyes as I continued running on the treadmill, "I just don't understand how many times we need to have this conversation. They've been trying to get the show back for years and it's not happening."
"You're acting like a brat," Lina said finally as she pulled the red string that was connected to the top of my shorts and yanked it out of the machine causing it to stop.
I narrowed my eyes at her as I let out a small growl, causing her arms to cross over her chest as a small smirk loomed over her features. She had on a pants suit, black heels glued to her feet as she worked her way around the gym equipment, careful not to touch any of it because she claims my gym makes her feel "gross".
"I just don't understand why you are so against it," she said as she took a seat on the bench, placing her bag on her lap as she stared at me.
"It shouldn't matter to you why I'm against it, you're my manager and you work for me. Not the other way around."
"And as your manager you should take my advice instead of doing everything in your power to go against it," she quipped. "We're a team here Harry, I just want what's best for you."
"The answer is still no so unless you have something new for me then I'm leaving," I said as I stepped down from the treadmill, Lina's eyes watching me as I grabbed my water bottle and headed towards the door.
"It's not a reboot like the others wanted," she said quickly, causing my body to freeze as I turned to meet her gaze.
I narrowed my eyes as I gave her a curt nod, "Then what is it?"
"Think of it as a tell all," she said, knowing damn well she had me right where she wanted me as she handed me the stack of papers out of her bag. "You guys would get to tell your story through your own words, not what the media or anybody else thinks. It's 100% you and only you."
"And the whole cast is doing it?" I asked quietly, flipping through the pages to see everyone's name except the one I was hoping for.
"No one has been able to get in contact with her," she said softly, moving down to the very edge of the bench she was sitting on. "No one has been in contact with her in the last ten years... apart from Davis."
