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𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗣𝗘𝗝𝗨𝗜𝗖𝗘 ! ✿⎯⎯
𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 he meets the most
perfect person he's ever had
the chance to be acquainted
with and yet fate keeps
playing it's game with them.
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𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 harry styles meets
darlene wi...
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⎯⎯ 𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟖
" 𝕳arry, it's been almost a month since tour ended and you still haven't given me anything. You do realise that you need to come up with new ideas for the second album by the end of the year?".
Repetition. Jeff's words are, at this point, stuck in his head like a tape recording set on loop.
He just can't seem to get the older man off his case; it is nearly impossible, just like getting a new idea for his second album is.
Harry can never work well under pressure and Jeff knows that yet the insistent manager still keeps picking and prodding at his business like it's his job to know each and every detail that runs through the brunet's mind.
Harry sighs throwing yet another crumpled piece of paper into the bin.
"I know and I'm working on it, okay? Just give me some more time", he mumbles balancing the phone between his cheek and shoulder while picking up the unnecessary takeaway coffee cups lying around the desk.
"Well, you better hurry then".
"I can't write if I have no motivation", Harry admits rather irritatedly at his manager's reply.
"Then get some. Get out, go take a walk or something. Write about how beautiful the Thames looks in the afternoon light, just write something".
"So you want me to write about a polluted river now?".
Jeff groans — Harry obviously finding this entertaining as a small grin forms on his lips.
"You know what I mean, just get me something".
"Okay. I'll go take a walk and then call to let you know how inspired I feel by the crowded streets of London".
"Harry. Take this seriously".
"I am taking this seriously, this is why I'm about to go take a walk", Harry furrows his brows, humour still evident in his tone.
Jeff frustratingly ends the call leaving the latter to put his things away, grab his shoes and wallet and set out to go exploring.
