*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: Harry has a song he'd like to perform for reader in the studio. Reader makes a request of Harry. And just when reader thinks everything might be getting better, she receives an unsettling call about Harry.
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Warning: language, mention of drugs & alcohol, mentions of smut
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***July 26, 1978***
"He's written a song about you." Lana's piercing words through the phone made your ear ring.
It was early in the morning. Your eyes had barely woken up. Until Lana gave you the news.
"What?" you gawked, sitting up straight against the headboard and running your fingers through your hair.
"Harry's written another song about you. I don't know what happened between you two in the last few days. He refuses to tell me. But he's been working nonstop in the studio ever since. I've never seen him so hard at work. He's barely slept. But I know it's about you. And he wants you to come watch him perform it in the studio... Today." She paused. "He's requested that you be there."
"Lan..." your voice cracked. You felt a flood of guilt course through your body.
Because you leaving Harry had driven him to the edge.
And now he was working tirelessly to write a song about you.
"I really don't know if Harry and I-"
"He said it's urgent. He said he wants you there. He needs you to listen," Lana rushed out. "I have to go."
"Well, where is it? When-"
"Mania Studios. 3:00 PM."
Then the sound of an abrupt clack.
That was the end of the call.
And it seemed as if Harry and Lana were giving you no options. No decision of your own.
You had to go.
***
Stepping into the studio room, you instantly felt isolated. All eyes on you.
Many familiar faces were lounging around. Daisy. Cynthia. Other groupies. Other roadies. As if Harry had brought back his original entourage.
