We're So Golden

3.

Harry walks through the door at Columbia Records, the conditioned air hitting him in the face, a nice change from the smoggy London air. He misses Louis, but he knows he's finally doing what he's always wanted to do. "Mr. Styles.. you're not supposed to be here for another forty-five minutes." The blonde at the front desk says, immediately recognizing who he is. "Oh.. my meeting with Modest was cut short so I figured I'd just come in. I can wait though." Harry says, looking around for a seat. "No, no. You can go in, we just weren't expecting you so soon."

The girl says, watching Harry turn around again to face the desk. "Are you sure?" Harry asks, his hands behind his back as he makes his way to the desk. "Yes of course, it'll be on the third floor, the elevator is down this hallway to the right, there will be signs on the third floor to lead you to what suite you'll be meeting in." The girl says, directing Harry where he needs to go.

Harry has been keeping this whole "switching managements" thing, a secret from Louis, even though it's been unbelievably hard. He wants to just call him and say he's finally getting out of the toxic and harsh environment that's he's been chained to for the past ten and a half years.  Louis would be so proud of him. Harry is proud of himself. He nods his head in thanks and walks down the hallway.

"What I need is a management and manager that allows me to be me. Allows me to be free and who I am, be with my fiancé without having homophobic comments and slurs thrown in our faces. That's all I ask.." Harry gently pleads, hoping to get his point across quietly and not too harshly. "Of course! We've gotten several transfers from Modest management over the last few weeks. They've all said the same thing about Mr. Cowell. He's...... not well adjusted to the inclusion aspects of music management.." The man says across from Harry, adjusting his bomber jacket.

Harry nods, laughing at the table, "Yeah.... If that's how you want to phrase it." Harry says, making the other man laugh as well. "You won't have to worry about that at all, we're very inclusive and accepting. We've heard from the gossip of the grapevine that your fiancé is rumoring he is starting his own management. We'd be willing to take him under our wing for a little bit and give him some pointers. You'd be under our advisory system, our pr team, there will be no stunts, no false information. You will be free to be you." The man states, maintaining Harry's eye contact and keeping his tone truthful.

They go back and forth about the nitty gritty details about management and all the fun stuff. "So you have an album you're coming out with soon, right?" Mark asks. Harry nods, a smile on his face. "Yeah, Harry's House, songs have been made, and produced, but I didn't want it published under Modest anymore.....everything is finished." Harry proudly states, receiving a smile from Mark. "Fantastic! Now, all we'll need to do is get it published and released under our name, there will be no credit to Modest or anything of the such." He says, making Harry grin.

Louis looks at the photos of Harry parading down the street in a bed. His eyebrows quirk in amusement at Harry's clothes, the polka dots contrasting to everything else in sight.

Harry trots down the street in his brown polka dot as fans whoop and holler a few blocks down, it seems nothing he does goes unnoticed, and he's ok with it, they're too far away to hear anything so it's pretty safe for now.

It's been two weeks since Harry left for London, and Louis wasn't expecting him to be gone so long, but he's taken his anxiety in stride. He now knows why Harry has anxiety about shows, but it's normal.

Louis walks out on stage in New York, feeling the good vibes and the feel of the place.m the energy is different.

Louis is going through his typical speech and shit is being thrown on stage, as usual. All Louis feels is something bounce off his head, he pauses and looks down at the ground after the crowd gasped. "Who... alright who has hit me in the head with a fucken chicken nugget?!" Louis says, feeling weirded out and assaulted. The crowd gasps again. "Alright, you're just taken the piss now! Here have it back!" He shouts angrily as he tosses it back into the crowd.

Harry Styles filming another music video in London? Rumors spread after new photos of the pop star walking down an open corridor in London. The pop-rocker is adorned in a red overcoat, a quite bulky one at that, and a black feather boa, what could he be up to?

Louis reads the headline as he looks at the photos, and sure enough Harry is in a bright, cherry red, wool coat, a camera in front of him. He's releasing a song then, Louis concludes, and he couldn't be happier for Harry. He looks at a different picture of Harry, this time he's walking where you can see a full body shot, and Louis catches a glimpse of red glitter and matte pants beneath the coat.

"What is he up to?" Louis wonders out loud in his empty hotel room that night, scrolling through the pictures and looking at the people walking along side him. He feels another wave of sleep wash over his mind so he texts Harry and shuts his phone off, turning out the light and finally shutting his whirlwind of a mind down, calming the nerves.

Only a few days later, Louis' phone buzzes with a notification from Pleasing. Louis sips his drink, and opens it. A pop of color attacks his eyes, as he tries to take in the art on his screen. He squints and looks at the details, the elephant in heels, the moths, the butterflies made from hands, but what stands out the most are the cloud fish. He smiles with Harry's acid trip of a background as a knock sounds on his green room door. His eyebrows scrunch in confusion.

"What do I say? Two weeks and I'll be home..." Harry says as he hugs Louis.

Sorry I skipped some! I had to, if I wanted to get up to speed with recent events. So it'll be a little more fast paced but I'll still keep to the actual timeline, anyway lots of love, E x. P. S. Happy Mother's Day!!!
Date: Sunday, May 8th, 2022
Time: 12:49 p.m
WC: 1,131