*this is a 70s!rockstar!Harry Styles au fanfic... i mean... he just radiates 70s!rockstar*
The 70s. A time of free love and music. And that's exactly what reader gets into when meeting the newly famous rockstar Harry Styles: love and music.
Along w...
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Summary: After reader sees Harry's new movie, she is visited by Lana who tells her that Harry has a request to make about his unreleased album. And days later, Harry calls reader to make another request that just might change their relationship.
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Warning: mentions of war & death
Words: 3.9k+
***July 8, 1978***
You and Billy walked hand in hand down a sidewalk, passing by a Dunkirk poster.
It had been days after the movie's release, as much as you wanted to see it the first night it came out. But for days, there had been lines and lines of fans specifically there just to watch Mr. Styles act in a movie about World War 2. Every show had been sold out.
But for once, during the early afternoon, there had been no line.
"Two tickets for Dunkirk," Billy spoke to the ticket vendor, sliding cash across the counter in exchange for tickets.
"Dunkirk, or Harry Styles?" the girl retorted, rolling her eyes as she slid the tickets to Billy.
Her question made you chuckle. The annoyance in her voice hinting that the majority of moviegoers were there for in fact Harry Styles, not Dunkirk.
And if you were to answer the question truthfully, it would be the same as any other girl in that movie theater.
You were there to watch Harry Styles.
Billy's hand dug into the popcorn, bringing out a handful before popping a piece into his mouth. The theater was dark and packed with people. Only a few seats open. And sitting there, waiting for the movie to begin, you grew anxious. But a good anxious, as if by seeing Harry on the screen, it would be as if he were right there standing right in front of you. Before everything had gone downhill.
"Isn't that Harry's ex-girlfriend?" "That's her!" "You really think so?" "It looks like her." "I think it's her... It has to be." "I can't believe she came to watch him."
You could hear the teenage girls speaking over one another from a few seats down. Their eyes glancing at you and at one another. Subtly pointing at you. Trying to whisper.
And it was obvious what they were talking about.
Harry Styles' ex sitting down in a movie theater to watch him perform in a movie.
