You've always had bad luck when it comes to love, but everything changes after someone extremely rare comes into your workplace. All the sudden you're boyfriend is one of the most famous artists ever.
Will you be able to hold on to the relationship...
Thank you for reading chapter 1, and if you are here now reading this, thank you so much for coming back, Anyway, heres chapter 2
It's been a few days since all the drama happened. Ever since I got Harry's phone number, I couldn't stop checking my phone to see if it was real. I woke up one morning with a text from him saying:
" I told you I wanted to see you again, if you're not busy today I couldn't come give you a tour of my studio. Send me your address so I can pick you up :)"
No fucking way would I ever imagine Harry asking me out. But is he asking me out though? Is it a date? Or is it just him trying to become friends? Whatever it was, I'm glad it was happening to me. Imagine having a famous best friend, or even him being my... no, he wouldn't I'm just being delulu again. I sent him a text back with my address, and he replied with:
"Ok, make sure you're ready in an hour!"
An hour? I was still in bed, my hair is greasy, and I have no idea what to wear. Perfect. I rushed out of bed and rummaged through my wardrobe for anything that doesn't look like I found it in the bin. Once I found something grabbed my towel and took a shower, there was no way I was going to go with my hair greasy.
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Once I got out, I dried my hair with the hairdryer and straightened it, I looked at the time, 9:32, I had half an hour before someone was going to come and get me. Fucks sake, why am I always never on time. Put on one of the two options that I picked out: (A/n: choose the clothes u wear) Option 1:
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Option 2:
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After I put on my clothes I did my hair and a bit of make up. I looked outside, and there was a black Jeep that pulled up at the side of my house. I knew exactly who it was since Harry sent me a text saying that the driver should be there soon, so i got my stuff and left my house.
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It was quite obvious when we arrived, mostly because it was a massive building with police and bodyguards around every corner. I was escorted to one of the highest levels of the buildings, when the lift doors opened, i was delighted to see Harry standing there with a smile on his face. He was wearing a black suit with a half buttoned white top. You could just about see his butterfly tattoo. He looked at the bodyguard and said,
"Thank you Kevin, i can show her around from here" "No problem sir." The bodyguard replied in a deep voice, leaving the room.
"You look really nice." I turn around, Harry was staring at me and i kinda just stood there like an idiot for a few seconds. Completely forgetting to say 'thank you', instead i just said,
"So this is where you film all your music?" "Well some of it, u have a studio in LA and i tend to be there more." "Ok, so, why exactly did you want to see me again?" He looked at me blankly, as if he was trying to think of an excuse to why he brought me here again.
"I wanted to show you around, to thank you for hiding that day." "None of this is necessary though, you didn't have to give me your time, which im sure your very busy making music just to show me around to say thanks." "Well then, thats noted for next time, but your here now so i might anyway. I like teaching people about where i work." "Ok then, lets go"
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After a few hours of Harry walking me around the studio, he took me too the main recording room, where it was only us. He started pressing buttons and it was obvious he didn't know what they did since random tracks started playing.
"Do you even know how to work these things?" I asked laughing as I watched him frantically trying to turn the music off. "Uuum- well its not usually me controlling this so... no." "Maybe if you press the switch that sais 'off'?" I walked over to the switch on the other side of the room and pressed it. The music turned off and Harry had a look of relief on his face.
"I knew about the switch by the way, i was just testing you." He said as he sat on the chair near the controls, relieved all the chaos was over.
"Right, of course, and did i pass this 'test' of yours?" "Yes you did." We both laughed. I was walking around the small space we were in and Harry was still sitting on the chair. I went into the booth where you presumably record the music and Harry came up behind me.
"Listen, the real reason i wanted to bring you here again wasn't just to say thanks.." I looked at him curiously as he stood leaning back on the wall.
"It was because, when i saw you the first time in that store, i felt something, something that I've never felt with anyone before..." "What do you mean?" "I mean... I really like you, like, really really like you, I knew that you weren't like those crazy fangirls the moment i saw you."
Before i could answer, i felt his soft lips on mine, I honestly had no idea what to think at first, i didn't even think, i went along with it. He pulled away and i was just frozen, did Harry Styles just fucking kiss me? This was starting to look like my delulu dreams. But no. This was real.
"You don't have to say anything to me now, i can give you some time to process this, but if you choose to ever be with me, it will make me happy."
All i did was nod. I mean what else was I supposed to do? My celebrity crush just asked me to be his girlfriend. Staying calm was the last thing i could do.
Thank you for reading chapter 2, i will get the next chapter out soon and i hope you enjoyed this one.🤍
