》The Habit I can't break - A Larry Stylinson Fanfiction 《

Chapter 3

Sky blue eyes looking into mine. They sparkled and I could see lust in them, while they were slowly coming closer. Lips, light pink and wet right in front of mine. "I'm yours!", they whispered softly against mine, before they opened a little bit and ...

An annoying ringing dragged me out of my dream. Confused I rubbed my tired eyes and threw a sleepy gaze at my alarmclock next to me. I moaned. 7 am at a saturday! Who was calling at that time?! My phone was still ringing on, so I finally looked at the display, but not without rolling my eyes. When I read the name of the caller tho, I gasped for air and grabbed the phone as fast as I could.

"Simon?", I probably sounded surprised and mainly tired, although my excitement had woken me up pretty well.

"Good morning Harry!", the deep voice at the other side had not noticed my sleepy voice or just decided he would ignore it. "I got an offer for you. Could you be at my office in about an hour?"

"I... I guess so", I stuttered while gasping for air again. "I mean... Yeah, I'll be there!"

"Good, good. See you!", with those words he hung up.

I let myself fall back into my warm bed and starred at the ceiling. My thoughts began rambling and tried to breathe calmly. A panic attack was the last thing I needed right now.

Simon was a music manager and he had his own label. I've had contact with him for a while now, because he had shown interest in my music and my personality. The sudden call however, wasn't something I could explain. An offer...? That was something positive, or wasn't it? Stressed out, I rubbed my temples. 'Okay Harry, you gotta hurry now! There's not much time left', I thought to myself strictly.

So I jumped up and ran into the bathroom to take a quick shower to get rid off my smell of alcohol and puke from last night. I had been home very late last night and I've hadn't had the nerve to get a shower then, because getting drunk Liam and Niall to their apartment had been harder then I've thought. Shit! I had to look after them aswell later today. They were probably still sleeping anyways.

After I had showered, I quickly went, with just a towel wrapped around my waist, into my bedroom again to look for some appropriate clothing. After searching a bit, I chose a a black shirt, from which I opened the top two buttons and rolled up the sleeves. I added a casual black skinny jeans, golden boats, which I wore only for important events and my usual rings. Content I nodded to my mirror self before I headed out of the flat.

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It was about half a hour later and I stood in front of Simons office. Right on time I pressed the doorbell and released a stressed sigh. Timing had been a close one, but I did it! Nervously I started rubbing my arm and biting my lip. I was still very anxious about the encounter. I've hadn't had time yet to think about the option, that my dream could burst now. The possibility existed and I really wasn't ready to get bad news at all.

My heart was pounding very fast, when Simon finally opened the door and examined me first things from head to toe. His gaze stopped for a moment, when he saw my boots that sparkled in the sun and I could see the scepticism in his face, which caused my anxiety to grow even more.

After Simon had welcomed me in, he finally explained why I was here in the first place. His eyebrows were furrowed and he watched me serious. "So Harry..." he started slowly. "We decided, we wanna give you the opportunity of a contract here with us!"

I starred at the man in front of me in unbelieve. My heart stopped pounding for a second and I gasped for air. That wasn't what I had expected!

"That means, you would be signed with our management. You could go on with your work as a musician and we would support you to build up your own big career. But we as "Modest" get a part of your success of course for ourselves and we can also decide a few things with or for you!"

I slowly nodded and still tried to comprehend Simons words, when he already put a huge pile of papers in front of me.

"That's the contract. Everything important is in there. Take 10 minutes and think about it!", he winked at me, before leaving the room and me alone with my thoughts.

So I sat there without moving, while my feelings and thoughts were all over eachother. I gulped. 'This is my chance!', I finally thought. I started flicking through the many pages of the huge contract, but I didn't really read it. There was too much in my mind, that I could care right now. This pile of papers was the only chance I had to fulfil my dream and I would give Simon everything he wanted, to achieve that. Maybe I only thought like this, because my body was full with adrenalin and I really couldn't think clear, but I decided that I would sign the contract, without reading closer or thinking more about it. While signing with trembling hands, I kept repeating to myself: 'I, Harry Styles, am in a serious management and can be a musician, like I always wanted!'

My wild thoughts finally stopped, when Simon stepped back into the room. "Have you decided already?", he asked.

I nodded slowly and handed him the contract, which he took with a grin to look over my signature. Then he stepped forward and shook my hand. "Harry Styles. A very warm welcome to 'Modest'!", he smiled, which I  returned overwhelmed. "And from now on, no golden shoes!", he added with a wink, before he gave me my copy of the contract. This sentence let me gulp out of umcomfort, but my excitement about my new label was bigger then my sudden doubt. For now at least...

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"You did it!", Liam was squeaking in my ear, while he hugged me tight, so I nearly couldn't breath.

"Mate, I am so unbelievably proud of you!", Niall padded my shoulder with an approving smile.

I smiled shy back, before I murmured. "Liam, you're crushing me!" My friend let finally go of me but he had a wide grin in his face and was giggling like a child.

I just had told my two friends about my little trip to Simon and my new contract. Because after I had left the office, my first thought had been with the two of them and so I straight up went to the shared flat. Not just to tell them the great news, no, I also brought water and medicine for headaches for a potential hangover. Luckily, my friends weren't as hungover as I thought they would be, but Liam was still very happy about the pills.

After our small celebration, we decided we would spent the afternoon without much action anyways, because last night was still not over us. Liam had a bad headache, Nialls legs were hurting, because he had fallen a few times and in my mind, there was still this stranger in the dance floor and the intense blue eyes in the mirror. I couldn't deal with the fact, that I didn't know who this person was. Let alone the thought of the rough words the stranger had whispered got me goosebumps and we won't even start with the eyes. Those had followed me in my sleep already, although it had been in a strangely sexual way...

"Which movie, Harry?", Niall brought me back to here and now and showed me two movies I should chose from.

I laughed quietly "Hangover... what an irony!", before looking up to the Irish man, who made an outraged face. That had been his choice, I guessed, because the other movie was "fast and furious". A film Liam liked a lot.

To be honest, I didn't care about the movie we would watch at all, but I didn't want a fight about such a stupid thing right now between those two, so I got up and went to the shelf with the DVDs. Carefully I went over the backs of the many colourful plastic covers with my finger, before I enthusiastically pulled out "The notebook" and gave it to Niall, who rolled his eyes. Probably because it was my favourite movie, and we have watched it way too many times. But my friends didn't say anything and so we got comfy with blankets and popcorn while it softly started raining outside.

I had a hard time concentrating on the story, although I loved it a lot. My head was filled with my new label, assignments I had to do for uni and mostly the stranger from last night, I really wanted to meet again. My thoughts melted together with the sad romantic movie, which caused my head and feelings to be a total mess.
I should really get myself together again...