me after you ; h. styles

fine line.

Later that week, Harry finishes the album. It's like a huge weight has been lifted off his chest. Of course there's still some last minute touches that will need to be done, but for the most part, it's done.

When he gets home, he gets straight into bed and doesn't bother unpacking. He can hear his friends down stairs. He hasn't had much sleep these last couple days and all he wants to do is just sleep and not worry about anything else. His brain tells him to go see Stella, but his legs won't let him and she'll be coming over later anyway. He's so scared it'll be awkward when he sees her after how he acted the last time he saw her.

After that Harry kept telling himself it was just the alcohol. Sometimes when he drinks he becomes clingy and touchy and says stupid shit he knows he shouldn't. But what he said wasn't stupid, it was how he felt.

He looks at the time. It's almost eight. He sits up and grabs clean clothes, walking to the bathroom. After he showers and gets dressed, he brushes his teeth and hair. He's standing there in front of the mirror when he suddenly hears a knock from downstairs.

He hears Sarah's voice saying, "Ah, you must be Stella!"

Harry almost drops his hairbrush, but catches it on time. He steps out of the bathroom and puts on a pair of old white vans. He heads down and sees that Stella is sitting down with Sarah, who is talking her ear off. Stella just listens, smiling and nodding at her. She makes some comments here and there. Sarah is currently serving them drinks into some glasses. Stella hasn't seen him yet.

She must have been spending a lot of time outside while he was in London. Her skin looks tanner, especially against the yellowy pair of shorts she is wearing. She is wearing a gray tank top underneath a baggy long sleeve t shirt.

Just before he can walk over and say hi to her, there is another knock on the door. He walks away just before she can see him. Harry opens the door.

"Hi, Camille," he greets, stepping aside so that she and her friends can come in. Of course she'd be here. Her friends are his now too and he has made peace with their break up. Now he just thinks of her as an old friend he once loved and doesn't anymore.

Camille hugs him as everyone walks in. "It's so good to see you," she tells him softly after she pulls away.

"You too," he replies, telling her to join everyone else in the sitting room.

He follows after her and she sits beside Sarah. That's when Stella takes a look at her and then she looks over at Harry. She immediately knows and the look on Harry's face confirms it.

So this is Cherry, Stella thinks to herself. She's so beautiful.

Stella smiles at her and she is quick to extend her hand out and introduce herself. She says her name is Camille and then Stella introduces herself. The three then get into conversation about something random and Harry steps away into the kitchen.

He begins to make himself a drink. He grabs a glass from one of the cabinets and when he turns around, Stella is standing on the other side of the island just across him. He leans against it, pouring tequila into the glass.

"I like what you're wearing," Harry says quietly, setting the tequila aside. He doesn't pour anything else in it.

"Are you celebrating?" She asks him, not even fazed by his compliment. She looks down at his drink and wants to laugh. Of course he is drinking straight tequila.

Harry nods, smiling when she looks back up at him. "I finished the album," he tells her. "I mean, I'll probably have to go into the studio a few more times and add some touch ups and things, but it's finished."