I had called Harry later that evening as I sat on my bed. My freshly washed hair lay over my shoulders on my silk pajama top as I had waited for what seemed like an eternity for Harry to pick up. I heard his heavy accent as soon as the persistent ringing noise stopped.

"Hello?" Harry's accent made his 'hello' sound more like an 'allo'.

"Harry? It's Marie." I said, though it was hard to hear with all the noise in the background.

"Marie?" Harry seemed confused on the other end of the line, the background noise seeming to get louder. "I don't know any Mar-not now Safie."

I could hear a feminine laugh near him, as well as the sound of people loudly laughing.

"Marie Daniels?" I tried again, the situation turning a little awkward for me. Was he at a party? By the sounds I was hearing, I figured he had to be.

"Daniels, Daniels...hmmm...do I know a lovely Marie Daniels? Of course I do." Harry teased. I could practically see his little smirk now. "I was wondering if you lost the paper, you didn't call."

"You forgot me already?" I smiled as it became my turn to tease him. "I thought a proper French gentleman would remember the girl he ate with."

"I guess so. Maybe I'm not a proper French gentleman after all. What a terrible man your grandfather lets you hang around." Harry said, making me laugh. Yet another loud sound in the background made me wonder just what kind of crazy party he was at.

"Where on Earth are you? It's so loud over the phone." I asked.

"A friend's party. Louis can be quite the...spirited host." Harry snickered just as I heard a male voice yell out someone unintelligible.

"Louis?"

"Tomlinson. He's a model too."

"Oh." I didn't really know what to say to that. Harry seemed to find my simple response amusing.

"Do you have any plans for tomorrow?" I tried to change the topic. I could hear Harry humming in the speaker as he thought about it.

"I believe so." He finally spoke. "Being a model isn't always just going to parties and looking pretty."

"I can imagine." I said, the bustle of people still partying loudly on Harry's end seeming to never tire or get quieter. "I should probably let you get back to your party then."

"Probably. I can only assume you must have to get used to going to bed a little earlier. I'll call you tomorrow then." Harry agreed. "Goodnight, Miss Marie Daniels."

"Goodnight, Harry." I spoke quickly before Harry ended the call. I bit my lip as I pulled my phone from my ear, looking down at the screen before my thumb pressed over it to save Harry's number. I had to pause at one moment to realize that I was saving a male model's personal phone number into my phone...I would've normally laughed at the idea that something that amazing would happen.

I had placed my phone on my nightstand and turned out the lights before climbing into bed and falling asleep.

The next morning I seemed to be obsessed with my phone, holding it tight as I debated whether or not to call Harry first. Or what if he called me right at this very moment? I couldn't miss that for sure.

The maids seemed to be getting impatient with my constant reaching for my phone that lay on the countertop as they curled my hair, one in particular mumbling something that didn't sound very nice as I made one curl not turn out perfect from my moving.

Grandfather had told me that morning that we both were to attend a Chanel fashion show that afternoon, and the maids had saved me the stress of choosing what to wear and how to style my hair and makeup. I was excited to see the fashion show, don't get me wrong, I was just more excited for Harry's call.

Lo and behold, just as I had been practically shoved back into the chair and told to keep still, my phone rang. Harry's name flashed across the screen, and my pleading eyes looked to the maids. I could hear a collective sigh throughout the room as I was permitted to take Harry's call. I quickly grabbed my phone and pressed it to my ear, the maids continuing to curl my hair as I spoke.

"Hey Harry." I winced as the curling iron got a little too close to my scalp, but by then the maids were on their last strands of patience, so I kept quiet and very still.

"Hello, Marie." I was relieved to hear no excess noise in the background. It was hard to both keep a conversation going and Harry's attention whenever he was otherwise occupied. I wondered if he was getting ready for the day like I was.

"What are you up to, Miss Daniels?"

"Getting ready to go to a Chanel fashion show." I simply replied as the maids finally finished my hair and pointed me over to the closet.

"Really? That must be exciting for you." Harry noted.

"It is, I can't wait. What about those plans you were talking about? Anything exciting today?" I asked him, though Harry only hummed and said he wasn't doing anything quite as exciting as the Chanel fashion show was to me.

It was difficult to get dressed in the nice Chanel black jumpsuit and heels left out for me (maybe it was only polite to wear the fashion house you were seeing?) while I tried to keep the conversation with Harry going, however, it wasn't too hard to talk about a variety of topics since Harry strangely kept talking about random things. It seemed like he just asked whatever was on his mind, from asking me what my favorite food was (pizza) to what my middle name was (Cosette). I had only gone along with his strange dissociated topics, even participating to ask him questions as I finished getting ready and hopped in the car with Grandfather and Adelaide to head to the show.

The conversation was so long, it lasted even when we reached the building where the fashion show was to be held. I was sure my parents would kill me for seeing the phone bill at the end of the month, though when I realized that Grandfather would probably pay for it, I just kept talking.

The fashion show was buzzing with excitement and conversation as we arrived, and I found it increasingly difficult to make out what Harry was saying over time. There were just so many people in the small space, and all of them were talking at once. It was like everyone was just talking for the sake of hearing their voice, but the conversations ceased once someone stepped out onto the runway the models would be walking down on and announced for everyone to take their seats. I took this as the chance to end the conversation with Harry, he would understand if the show was about to start.

"Hey Harry, I should probably go-" I started, but what Harry interrupted me with made me do a double take.

"Yeah you probably should, that lady sitting behind you is glaring daggers at you to get off your phone." He said, my eyes blinking several times as I processed this. How would he know that?

"Wait, what?" I mumbled as the lights dimmed and the show was about to start.

"Look across the runway to your right." Harry said, and my eyes followed his instructions until I saw him sitting in his chair, looking as handsome as ever and wearing his usual teasing smirk as our eyes met. I couldn't stop the smile from forming on my face as I saw him, watching as he pulled the phone away from his ear and ended our conversation. He mouthed 'after the show' to me, and I nodded happily before turning off my phone and staring in awe as the first of many models walked down the pristine white runway.

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"So? What did you think?" Harry smiled as we walked around the room where the runway was held. He was wearing a nice emerald green coat that brought out his rare colored eyes, his long legs encased in dark tight jeans and his worn black boots.

"It was amazing." I beamed up at him. The show was dazzling, full of amazing designs and styles I would have loved to have. The models were picturesque, walking with confidence and self-assurance I could only envy. It wasn't hard to picture Harry up there walking the runway.

"I'm assuming that will be your first of many runway shows." Harry said with his dazzling smile, my heart swelling with the realization that throughout the summer I'll be watching many more shows and going to many more events. It was more exciting to me than going to Disneyworld for a whole month.

"I hope so, that was so cool!" I couldn't contain my happiness, making Harry chuckle. He had looked like he was about to say something when someone called out his name, making him turn to see a reporter of some sort. She looked very official with her camera and name badge, revealing her as an important reporter for some French fashion magazine I had never heard of. She spoke in perfect English, albeit still accented, asking Harry what he thought of the show before her eyes fell to me.

"And who might your friend be, Mr. Styles?" She asked Harry, my eyes widening as I looked to Harry. Was she going to write about me as well? Harry didn't seem fazed as he answered for me, emerald eyes looking straight towards the reporter as she held her pen, poised and ready to write down my name.

"This lovely lady is Mademoiselle Cosette Chevalier." He answered smoothly, his gaze shifting from the reporter to me as my eyes looked up into his. He had changed my name, used my middle name instead of my real one. I was impressed by his quick thinking.

The reporter seemed as shocked as I was. "You mean...is she related to Mr. Chevalier of Louis Vuitton?"

Harry nudged me to say something, my voice seeming to be locked away somewhere deep inside me for a few moments. "Y-yes, he's my grandfather."

The reporter's mouth parted with awe before she quickly scribbled down the information, sliding the notebook and pen into a messenger bag next to her and then reaching for her camera. "May I have a picture for the article?"

Harry and I posed together, his arm sliding over to hold me by my waist as we both smiled for the picture. I tried hard to focus on smiling, but it was awfully hard when I felt his fingertips press against the side of my waist.

A flash went off, then two more, and we were released and allowed to continue enjoying the after-show gathering.

"Cosette Chevalier?" I asked him when we were once again alone.

"I don't believe you would want to go back to the United States and be bombarded with people asking you questions and wanting pictures. A name change would help you hide your real identity." He explained. I nodded as I understood, smiling faintly.

"Thanks, Harry."

"No problem at all, Miss Cosette."

A/N: Finally an update! Hope you all thought this was worth the wait. Now that it's Christmas break, I'll be able to write a lot more. Please vote and comment your thoughts! -Maddie