Harry Styles

The morning after the launch party, I woke up to my girlfriend's gasps. So, initially, I thought she was having a wet dream or whatever but I had to find out that it was because of her Snapchat story and not anything else. It was full of drunken selfies of her with my sister and other people who attended the party. Obviously, I made the cut as well although apart from one selfie, the others were not that bad. The one that got the most screenshots and whatnot was a selfie of me and one of my friends. I had no clue how it got on to Carrington's story because to be completely honest, I did not remember it at all.

"I'm gonna get dragged to fuck, won't I?" she asked me as she kept looking at the selfie of me and Tomo. "Fuck that, it's been up for hours, probably all your fans seen it. I mean, there's like over a thousand screenshots on it and since Snapchat got updated, my story is more exposed to people who don't even have me added."

"Babe, don't stress over it, please," I mumbled quietly and sine my voice was still so deep from sleeping, it probably did not even make sense. My right hand was against her lower back as she was sitting up on the bed, my fingers drew little circles on her skin. A yawn escaped my lips as she talked and I put my free hand in front of my mouth.

"How can I not?" she looked back at me. "Your manager hates me already. She probably already-," her little rant was cut off by my phone ringing. "I bet you a tenner that's her."

"Twenty," I doubled.

"Twenty-five, right here right now," she smirked at me and I shook her hand that she put out for me to take.

"Deal," I replied. Once I had my phone in my hand, screen down still, I quickly flipped it over just to read my manager's name in white. "Fuck," I mumbled as I slowly looked up to find my girlfriend grinning at me then shove a wink in my way before she got out of bed. "Caitlin," I greeted my manager as I accepted the call.

"Harry," she sighed. "You probably already know why I'm calling, right?"

"The party?"

"Yep," she confirmed. I rolled my eyes as I pulled the quilt up on me higher and licked my lips. My back was against the soft pillows stacked up and I crossed my ankles. "I'm not here to judge you, you know that."

"Kinda hard to tell," I commented while my free hand ran through my hair. "Listen, I had fun last night. I'm sorry if that made it online and people are getting their knickers in a twist over me 'rebelling' or 'acting out'. My image has always been somewhat clear so I get that it's a shock but honestly? I have no fucks to give."

"I'm not saying it's bad but it definitely will get people talking about you."

"So?" I asked, not really knowing why it was so bad. "I thought any press is good press."

"I suppose so, yes," she said. "I'm not actually here to confront you about whatever you do. After all, I was there, too. I could've stopped it there and then, but I didn't."

"Well, what is it then?"

"You've been invited to multiple events, I'm going to send you over some that I think you should consider. Let me know which ones you'd like to go to as soon as you can so I can get back to whoever I have to get back to."

"Alright. Is that all?" I questioned as I let my eyes wander all over the room until they found my gorgeous girl. She only had one of my dark green shirts on and some pyjama pants as she danced around in front of the bed. She was trying to make me laugh but I just threw a pillow at her.

"Yes. And I wanted to make sure you two got home safely. As you know, I left earlier than anyone else and didn't hear from you."

"Yeah, we got back safely," I replied. It didn't surprise me that she wanted to know about it because she always made sure everything was okay.

"Right, okay. I'll let you go. Remember to email me back about the events and all. Talk to you later."

"Ok, bye," I said and my phone already beeped.

"I told you," Carrington walked over to my side and then sat herself down on my lap. I rolled my eyes and placed my hands on her thighs. "Where's my money?"

"Can't I just take you out instead?"

"Is this you asking me out on a date?" she asked back. "How fucking romantic, you are."

"Hey," I narrowed my eyes at her as I pulled her down on my chest. My lips puckered towards hers and I contently smiled when they touched. "Would you, my darling girlfriend, do me the honours of accompanying me to lunch or dinner today?"

"Sounds fun but I'd prefer the money in my hands or bank account."

"How can you be so ungrateful?" I asked playfully. "I propose a great idea to you and you just say that? I should've known you were after my money."

"You're too deep into this to dump me. I already live here, so," she shrugged and flicked my nose. "But, whatever. I would love to accompany you to lunch because that's closer in time than dinner."

"Thank you, my queen. I will be sure to treat you like one."

"Why thank you, kind sir."

//

As always, my girlfriend took my breath away with the way she looked. Her dark hair straightened while she wore a red, long sleeved shirt – or body suit as she called it – that had a low V cut on the front. She paired it with blue jeans and black boots. I, on the other hand, went a little subtler when it came to colours and pulled up in an all-black outfit.

We ended up in Nando's which was no surprise at all. There wasn't many people so we got a table quite quickly. I already knew my girlfriend's order so once I made sure she was going to be fine on her own, I went up to the cashier and ordered everything. With two diet coke's in my hand, I wandered back to our table.

"I was thinking of going home tomorrow or something," she blurted it out right as I sat down and placed the black, plastic straw in my mouth to sip some of my drink. I raised my eyebrows a little as I let her words sink in.

"Have you already gotten bored of living with me?" I joked with a smirk on my lips after I pushed my glass away a little. I folded my arms together so my elbows rested on the surface of the table and my fingers were on my bicep.

"Yeah, you could say that," she nodded along and I laughed to myself. "No, I just miss my mum, you know. I never lived away for longer than I had to. Even when I lived at uni, I went home every other, if not every weekend because I couldn't handle not living with my family. Then again, I love being on my own and minding my own life the way I want it to."

"I get it because I know where you are coming from. It was hard for me to move away from home as well. Although I must admit, you are much more emotional than me," I commented on the topic sincerely. "I'm proud of you for making it this long. I know it's weird, but trust me, as time goes on, it'll be much easier."

"It just makes me seem so weak and annoying, don't you think?"

"Why would you say or even think that?" my confusion came out in a little laugh at the end of my question. Sometimes, the weirdest things left her mouth.

"I always felt that, I just think I'm very reliant on my parents. Being home is literally where my comfort zone is. I know a lot of people say that but it really is where I feel my best and as if I can do anything. I just kind of, well, miss it? It's been almost a month since I moved out and I haven't really talked to my family or seen them."

"It's crazy that it's almost been a month, isn't it?" I asked back. "It feels so much longer yet not at the same time. But, I do get that you want to go home and I can't exactly hold you back from doing so," I shrugged. "Are you gonna drive back?"

"You not even gonna ask if you could drive me home?" she asked back sassily, her eyes squinted and then she laughed at me. "Jokes, you don't have to. And yeah, most likely. I love driving and it's so much easier than getting the train."

"I would drive you home but I'm not home tomorrow at all," I sighed. "I have a fitting with Gucci for the campaign we're working on and then we might even start shooting."

"No, that's fine. I get that you have work and it's not like you're obliged to drive me everywhere or anywhere."

"When's your championship again?" I brought up the subject because I had completely forgotten.

"I don't have the dates, Alex does," she shrugged although I wasn't completely surprised. "I'll text him later or whatever."

Our lunch was nice and relaxed. No one actually noticed me which I was not used to, so I did take advantage of it and enjoyed myself. We haven't been on a proper date in forever so it felt good to just sit there and chat. It brought back so many memories of us just hanging out when we could and I was so relived when we made it through and home without getting noticed. 

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lissen i've been writing this chapter for MONTHS and i really don't like it. i thought of restarting it but then i was like nah i have to get my bad chapters out some day don't i. so please don't hate me too much for how shitty this is. another thing, i didn't even proof read this so if there are any mistakes, i'm sorry 

also, i've reread this story here and there and i've noticed how badly written it is. i genuinely do cringe at certain parts as i feel like i could've avoided things or written them differently. 

i love the concept of the story however i don't feel like i have written it in a way that it deserves to be written. if am honest, i prefer the ig version of this lmao 

thank you so much to those who have been waiting for me to update, i know i've dragged it out but i honestly couldn't get this chapter done. and i don't even like it. and i feel terrible for even uploading it lmao. 

ok i'm gonna stop rambling.

enjoy - well try to enjoy lmaoaoa 

lotta love, b