Harry Styles; Short Story Imagines

Their Guitarist (Pt 8)

Max Hillers

I take a deep breath before bringing my hand up and knocking the door. They didn't answer. I knock again. They didn't answer. Third times a charm, right? Before I could knock again, the door opens, my eyes widen.

He was wearing his usual black shirt and black skinny jeans along with black Chelsea boots, his usual. But he always looked so good...no. What? He looks unappealing as usual. Anyway.

"Ah!" He smile sarcastically and leans against the door, one arm on the door handle and the other on top of the door, "To what do I owe such pleasure?"

I roll my eyes and push past him, entering his room. His room was the same like mine, just the bed was on the right side other than the left side, "You can't just enter my roo-"

"Look," I interrupt, turning around to face him. "I'm here to set something straight." He looks at me in shock and confusion. "Let's just become-not friends-but let's become decent human beings."

"What?" He says, shocked.

"What?" I repeat, "You can't expect us to act like animals." I pause while I expect do get anything out of him but he just looked clueless and shocked. I sigh. "Look, we're both here for our jobs and making money for ourselves and our families. So let's stop destroying each other's life's, yeah?" He stares at me for a while, as if trying to figure me out.

"Okay." He suddenly says, I get taken aback.

"'Okay'?" I repeat.

"Yeah." He shrugs, "You're right. We should stop. Thanks for being the bigger person here." Oh. I didn't expect that.

"Y-yeah." I stutter in confusion. Why am I confused?

"Anyway, can you please leave? We need to leave to practice." He says, and I obey. So I leave.

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"The story of my life, I'll take her home." They all sing as some of us play the instruments, including me. "I drive all night, to keep her warm and time. It's frozen."

Break was finally here.

"I need some water, I'm parched." I suddenly hear a familiar voice groan while they sat down, making my insides burst. I quickly put my guitar back and stand up.

"You need water?" I ask, "I'll get it for you."

He chuckles, "Oh, you don't need to-"

"I'll be right back." I run away before he could stop me, a big smile on my face,

Finally.

I speed walk backstage, scanning the twenty water bottles laying there, untouched. I quickly grab one of them and rush out of the studio.

Thank god the studio was close to the hotel. I sprint to the hotel on the street walk, making sure to stop so that no cars or vehicles hit me. A small smile appeared on my lips as I see the hotel getting closer and closer to me. U push open the doors. My smile greets the security guards as I enter the elevator. I impatiently press the number '6', making it go to my floor.

I impatiently tap my food on hehe floor as I grasp the water bottle with my both hands, my lanyard right behind it.

"C'mon." I whisper to myself as I watch the numbers increasing. I really hope he didn't drink anything else.

I quickly run to my room and fiddle with my pocket. I curse as my key card falls down. I need to do this quick before someone else get a water bottle for him. Why didn't I just get what I needed with me?