TWENTY TWO
Harry Styles
My room was filled with the soft sound of the rain in the early hours of the morning, the fresh smell snuck in through the window which was slightly left open last night. The duvet covered with the light grey coloured bed sheets was up to my neck while I laid on my stomach. My hands were under my pillow as my eyes squinted due to the strong light coming into the room even though the curtains were pulled in. As my leg shifted under the covers some parts of the bed felt cold. That made me feel even more chilled and relaxed, I inhaled deeply and exhaled slowly as I turned my head to the other side.
I had a fitting today for one of the Burberry shows which was coming up but it was around four pm so I had the whole day ahead of me pretty much. The meeting yesterday went alright; Caitlin didn't have a go at me which I was pleased with.
My right hand reached out to my phone which was on the bed next to me probably fully charged. Once the charger was detached from the phone I turned on my back and unlocked it. I had twenty messages, two from O2 about how I should buy extra data for however much, thirteen messages from the groupchat I had with my mates and five from takeout places. Quickly, I deleted the O2 and takeout messages then read through the chat.
Zayn Malik: never get a girlfriend
Zayn Malik: any of you
Zayn Malik: I'm warning you lot
Liam Payne: what are u on mate?
Zayn Malik: I swear I never get shit right and even if I think I do
Zayn Malik: well, I don't
Liam Payne: take her away for a weekend
Liam Payne: you'll get some, she'll get some
Liam Payne: you'll be happy and you won't say shit like you did
Zayn Malik: I have interviews, fittings and a show this weekend
Zayn Malik: next weekend too
Liam Payne: good luck then mate x
Zayn Malik: imma need it all pal
Oh bloody hell. Zayn always had girlfriend problems and never seemed to be able to make up for it. Or even if he did it didn't last for long. Sometimes it made me wonder how he was still in a relationship but I guess they just loved each other to the point where they pulled through everything.
I didn't bother to reply because the conversation ended hours ago and they were probably still sleeping. Zayn and Liam were my close mates though. Well, two of them. I had Aiden as well of course and so we hung out sometimes, the four of us. Zayn worked in the modelling industry alongside me, we actually started off at the same time which was a relief because we both had someone to relate to and rely on this way. Liam on the other hand have had been in the industry ever since he was little. He modelled and sang so he was sort of a double talent.
Since there were no plans for me yet, I decided to stay in bed a little longer then eventually, I made myself get up. I washed my face and teeth in the bathroom and used the toilet too. After I was done in there, I put a pair of joggers on over my red Calvins and with my phone in my hand I headed downstairs.
"Good morning," I greeted Rose who was busy in the kitchen, an apron hugged her front as she was cooking something on the stove. She quickly turned around and sent a smile my way.
"Good morning, Mr Styles," she said back and I nodded towards her.
I sat on one of the stool chairs and unlocked my phone, my fingers almost instantly clicked on the messages in hopes of seeing a new one from Carrington. It was strange to admit that if there would have been a new text from her my mood would've lifted right away. Then again it was only eight am therefore she probably just turned in her bed onto her other side and had no intentions of waking up.
"Anything interesting for you today?" she asked me.
"I have a fitting at four this afternoon. Until then it seems like I'm free," I said. "How about you?"
"I'm visiting my mother and father today with my husband, we haven't been over in a while," Rose told me. I met her husband before, he was a good man and from what she told me and from what I had seen he treated her right.
"That sounds lovely," I smiled. "Have a great time then."
"Thank you and you too! Be sure to show me all the pictures and snatch a ticket or two for that show of yours!" she joked although her and I both knew I would. She always attended my shows with her husband and sometimes their daughter tagged along as well.
"Of course," I laughed. "I'll tell Caitlin to book three tickets for you, Mark and Ellie and then as soon as I have them I'll give them to you."
"Alright, that's fine. Thank you in advance, darling," she thanked me while she put my breakfast on a big white plate. "Okay, would you like some orange juice, tea or coffee?"
"I'll take a tea, please," I said and I picked up my knife and fork once my plate was in front of me. "Full English is what I like on a rainy morning."
"We all do, lovely."
Our conversation stopped right after that because I couldn't wait any longer. Everything was just the right temperature, not too hot not too cold. Rose was well aware of my diet and everything so she made sure to make me toast from brown bread as opposed to white, she took all the fat off of the bacon she cooked and I knew for a fact she barely used any oil. Being a model required having a body which you can show off at any time for anyone and it was a tricky game to play. With me being away for a whole week where I worked out once and ate whatever I wanted meant that I had to get back into shape.
After breakfast I let Rose know that I'll be heading to the gym and she's free to go whenever she's done with cleaning. I dressed up in my lazy gym attire which consisted of a pair of black Nike shorts, a white t-shirt, a grey hoodie and a black beanie. I put a pair of white socks on with my grey Nike shoes then grabbed my earphones, wallet and phone and was off to the gym.
I enjoyed working out alone though having a personal trainer made my life easier. I knew what I had to do exactly and I was shown how to use the equipment correctly. Ninety nine percent of the time people will not go to the gym because they don't know how to use the stuff they provide there and if they were to do something they would fear of embarrassing themselves. I am saying this because I've been in this situation and I have humiliated myself before.
It's not a nice feeling if I'm honest.
Today though I was fine on my own. I've been a lot and there was a routine under my sleeve when my personal trainer was not with me. The reason why working out alone was so satisfying for me was because the control was in my hands and there was not another person who needed my concentration. By being on my own my thoughts could rally freely and they had the chance to take over my mind.
And so that's what happened during my morning again.
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Hours later I arrived home, stood under the shower head in the bathroom and took the longest shower. My body and mind felt refreshed once new and clean clothes hugged my body. The clock on my phone showed that I had three more hours left until I had to go to the fitting. After I went to the gym I went to get some lunch because I had no idea what I wanted to eat at first and cooking was not on the top of my "to do" list after hours of working out.
My thoughts were interrupted when I had an incoming FaceTime call, I turned my phone around so that I could see the screen. Carrington's name was on the top which caused a smile to appear on my face. Without wasting anymore time I quickly picked up the phone and accepted the call. It took a few seconds before her face popped up on my phone but when it did I was welcomed with the prettiest one of them all.
"Hello, hello," I said smiling as I took her lovely features in. She was absolutely stunning, her makeup perfectly done and hair in a tight ponytail.
"Hey, are you home? Are you free to talk? I'm sorry I just called you out of nowhere, you're probably busy and-," she rambled on and I chuckled which caused her to stop. "I'm rambling, fuck."
"You were but it's alright. You're cute," I said as I scrunched my nose up and she looked away from the camera. "I can talk now though so you're not interrupting and I'm not busy."
"Okay, cool," she replied. "Alex and I have decided that we will attend the competition this weekend so if you want to come then it's on Saturday. The ticket booth opens at eight am sharp and the first category on the stage is at ten."
"Alright I'll keep that in mind. When are you on stage?"
"I don't know yet. We'll see the programme for the day when we're there."
"Oh, right," I said. "So what are you doing for the rest of the day then?"
"We're in the dance studio right now, just practising and stuff. Probably going to be here until five or something," she answered. "What about you? Doing anything model-y?"
"Sounds fun compared to what I have planned for today," I laughed. "I have a fitting at four so I'll be there for an hour or two."
"Do you have a show coming up or is it just a photoshoot?"
"It's a show. For Burberry."
"Oh, look at you walking the catwalk for Burberry," she teased which made me chuckle softly and I shook my head. "By the way, have you seen those pictures of us?"
"Pictures of us?" I asked confused, my head shot up quick and it felt as though my heart dropped down to my stomach. "No. Where are they?"
"I've been tagged in a few on Twitter and my brother sent me a few this morning."
"Wait let me see them," I mumbled while I stood up from my bed and took my laptop out of its case. "Are they paparazzi pictures or?" I asked as I waited for my macbook to turn on and when it did I went on Twitter right away.
I typed my name in the search bar and the first tweet that popped up was from one of the update accounts for me.
"@HSUPDATES #New • Harry with a friend at one of the service stations in London the other day!"
Under that were four blurry pictures of us inside the service station when we were eating our Subways. My eyes were too focused on the laptop screen that I completely forgot Carrington who was still on the other side of the phone.
"I mean, they are not that bad," I said after a little while. I brought the phone back to my face so she saw me better. "I was expecting to see worse ones."
"Apparently I'm your friend which is good I guess. I mean we don't want to put our relationship to the public yet. Not that we have anything serious going on. Or do we? We never really said anything about it," she rambled on again though I knew what she meant. I felt the same way. I was a bit lost too.
"When we were in Hawaii, I told you I would take you on a second date and then we'd see where we're off from there."
"That second date didn't happen yet," she said with a smirk on her lips.
"Carrington?"
"Yes?"
"Would you like to go on a date with me on Sunday, after your competition?" I asked her out of the blue although the plan was already mostly done in my mind.
"I would love to but it'd cost me a fortune to travel up to London then back home and then back to London and home again."
"You see I have a place in London which is where your competition will be. On Saturday. We could go on a date the next day."
"Do you really want me to stay at yours after?" she asked with the smallest smile on her mouth.
"Yes, I would love that."
"Where would Alex stay?" she wondered. "We usually get a hotel room for the night so we don't have to travel back during the night since we're always tired and stuff. I can't expect him to pay for the hotel on his own. London is expensive as hell."
"Does he have a girlfriend?" I asked which got Carrington's eyebrows to furrow and she looked at me as if I asked her something ridiculous. Well, it probably was pretty random.
"Yeah, he does. Why?"
"Well you could come down on Friday if you wish or I could come to Manchester and pick you up. I suppose you have a lot of stuff you need to take with you when you have a competition. You would stay at mine on Friday, I could go with you on Saturday then bring you back to mine and we could spend Sunday together?"
She kept quiet for a bit after that, the wheels in her head were probably turning quickly as she tried to put everything together. It wasn't that hard to process, well, it wasn't for me. The reason why I wanted her to spend the weekend with me was because I missed her. After we were stuck together for a week in Hawaii it was strange not having her around.
"How does Alex having a bird fit into all of this?" she questioned me carefully.
"I could book a ticket or two for them to fly to London instead of getting the train with transport to and from the airport. And then I could get a hotel room for them as well for the weekend."
"Why would you do that?" she looked at me questioningly. "Isn't that a bit weird? You don't even know him."
"He's your dance partner, of course I know him."
"Look, Harry. That's a lovely thought and I'm sure he'd love it and so would his girlfriend. But that's just so random and I can't let you pay for all those things," she sighed. "And as well a bloody flight from Manchester to London?"
"Yes, I've done it before," I laughed. It was entertaining to see how shocked Carrington was whenever I mentioned something unusual for her. Although, in no way, shape or form did I mean to brag about anything because I wasn't raised like that. "If you don't want me to pay for them, that's okay. But I would still like you to come and stay with me."
"I'll have a think about it, yeah?" with a huff I nodded and she rolled her eyes at me. "Don't be like that. I barely just came home and you already want me away from my family?"
"I'm sorry. I miss you."
Her eyes seemed to soften at that, her smile widened and the apples of her cheeks turned slightly pink. At least that's what I saw through the screen of my phone.
She was stunning.
"I've gotta go now. Alex is back with our lunch so I'll talk to you later, yeah?" her focus was already on something, more like on someone else, a smile on her features and then she looked back at me. "Have fun at the fitting today and take some sneaky pictures so I can see how good you look in whatever you have to try on, yeah?"
"Sure," I said. "Anything for my dancing queen."
"Oh, shush," she giggled. "Talk to you later, model boy."
"Hopefully see you soon, dancing queen."
After one more eye roll from her, she disappeared from my screen and I was left with the different apps ahead of me. A deep sigh ran past my lips when I was left on my own, my attention flew back to the website opened on my macbook.
Tons of tweets were laid in front of me, some of them were shared with the four blurry pictures that someone took of us. It was frustrating but it made me feel slightly better that Carrington wasn't that bothered by it.
At least she didn't show any signs of bothersome when she mentioned it to me before.
The fact that most of the tweets were positive as well made it a bit easier for my heart to calm down. It's frustrating and saddening enough when I read bad stuff about myself so when it comes to those who I care about like family and friends it hits harder I suppose.
"@sunflowerstyles you's should be happy that harry potentially found a girl for himself. that picture of them in hawaii was the cutest & he looks so happy 😌"
Tweets like that made me smile and I didn't even think it over before I liked it. I knew it was going to get the fans attention but then again I was sure they were used to the fact that I randomly liked tweets here and there. If they were positive and they brought a smile to my face I wasn't going to just ignore it.
My fans loved me and I loved them back just as much if not more. I did everything I could to give back to them and if liking their tweets made their day better then I was going to do just that alongside with everything else.
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a little insight to harry's thoughts and everyday life spiced up with a little carrington in there
hope you's are excited for the next chapters coming because more harrington !!
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xoxo, -b
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