The Best Friend || H.S || ON HOLD

twenty-two

I have such a wonderful idea for this chapter. Yay. Can't wait.

This chapter has NOTHING to do with the last chapter. Half of this chapter will take place in late June. BUT the fashion show isn't until the following month.
That is also a lot of time for the girls leg to heel but let's just say the doctor said 6 months, she fell pretty hard.

Just to let you guys know ahead if time.

And AGAIN.

THE CHAPTER HAS NOTHING TO DO WI TH THE LAST CHAPTER. YES I KNOW BUT I WILL BE LIKE SORTA CONTINUING IT IN THE NEXT.

I saw Cinderella!!!!!! 👑👠❤️😘

The prince is lifeeeee!!!! 😘😘😘❤️❤️

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Harry

"I want a party." I told Paul slamming my fist against the desk.

"Uh-huh, and I want a million pounds, seems like both our dreams have failed." He rolled his eyes going back to his phone.

"Paull.... I mean like a real party, I can invite the fans, Ariana, the boys. please."

"We'll then have a party, invite the fans, have your ears bleeding to death, and your feet tramped alive."

"You're not helping right now."

"Wasn't planning on it."

I sighed running a hand through my hair and the other one drumming on the arm rest.

If Paul's not going to help me then I'm going to have to pull out the big guns.

Simon.

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"Eh, Harry. Harry Styles?" The sweet Irish lady said coming through the door motioning me to come follow her.

I followed her down a long hallway to huge doors, she opened them revealing  a very fancy desk with two chairs facing it, the kind you would see in the movies.

"Please take a seat. Mr. Cowel will be right with you." She smiled closing the door.

I waited a few more minutes before Simon himself came through the doors behind me were the Irish lady just was. I stood up giving him a smile. "Harry, long no see eh?" He shook my hand. "Anything happened between you and the boys?" He furrowed his eyebrows and sat down in the chair across from me.

"Oh no no. Everything's going just fine." I smiled. "It's just I have a question."

"Ask ahead."

"Can I have a party?"

"Yes, sense when can't you have a party?"

"No no I don't mean a party party. I mean a party that-you know-like-like-a ball."

"Why?"

I'm not telling him it's because that's when I'm officially asking Ariana out.

No no no.

"Oh you know- t-to meet the fans-f-for the fans."

"So you want to invite the fans too?"

"Yes-bu-but we will have a completion. I'll send out 10 true or false questions about us. Then I will pick 50 random fans that answer all the questions correctly, they will get to go!" I smiled. I am doing good just making stuff up on the spot.

After a few minutes of silence he took a deep breath. "Am I invited?"

"Of course." I chucked.

"Ok. Let's get you a 'party' Harry." He smiled opening up his computer.