When Harry Styles gets the opportunity of a lifetime to pursue his quickly growing music career and flees from his old life, his girlfriend Rowen Hayes (a Archaeologists of ancient art) is left on her own but what Harry doesn't know is that she was...
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"Stop staring at him, you're making him nervous." Rowen whispers over to me.
We're at her parents house eating dinner, and this is my first time meeting Riley's boyfriend, Jack. He seems like a nice kid, but he's dating my baby sister so he better be scared.
My mum has also joined us and her and Julie have picked up their friendships like it never stopped.
"Good he should be." I shrug as I continue to cut my steak.
"He's a nice kid." She huffs.
"He better be." I say in seriousness.
"Harry, Jack is actually a huge fan of you." Riley says, trying to start a conversation between the two of us.
"Oh really? What's your favorite song?" I ask in pure curiosity.
Maybe I can gage this kids vibe by his favorite song, and yes there is a wrong answer.
"To be so lonely." He answers timidly.
"It's a good song, but do you relate to it?" I raise an eyebrow.
"Yeah a little bit." He shrugs.
Wrong answer kid.
"Not the part about being an 'arrogant son of a bitch' though right?" I taunt him.
I'm not going to be a complete ass to him, I just want to scare him a little bit.
"Um...I.." he stutters.
I instantly look at him with an amused smile and he relaxes.
"I'm just playing bud." I chuckle.
At that he lets out a relieved sigh.
"I thought I just met my idol and he hated my guts." He grins.
"I appreciate your support." I nod towards him.
"Of course, you're awesome dude." He praises.
"Jack also writes songs, and he's really good." Julie mentions.
"Oh really?" I perk up at that.
"Yeah I've been in a little bit of a writers block lately but you know..." he smiles shyly while rubbing the back of his neck.
"Maybe we could have a writing sesh, I have some friends that help me when I get in a rut." I suggest.
This kid seems sweet and I'd love to help out a young aspiring musician.
"What!? Really?" He says in shock.
"Yeah, why not?" I chuckle at his excitement.
"Your friends as in, Mitch and kid Harpoon, and Tyler Johnson?" He practically squeals.
