"Drugs, sex, and sun salutations."
Harry Styles thought he would never make it big, but that all changed when he ran into public relations manager, Celestial Gray. With long lists of problems on both sides and an unusual duo, the two never imagin...
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CHARCOAL BABY february 17, 1975 chapter twelve
Time had passed quickly as the group worked on finishing Harry Styles' first EP. From banging pots and pans together, to secret looks shared between members of the group, to mixing and rerecording, everything seemed to have fallen into place within the past three weeks. Everyone seemed happy for the most part, ready to release their creation unto the world and move on to bigger things.
Celest was at her apartment, the scent of cigarettes cool water ocean incense filling the room as she danced around to the sounds of Bowie on her stereo vinyl player. She turned the music up as she began to swing and sway without a care in the world, taking a long drag from the cigarette in her hand as she did so. Today was one of the only days her and the group had taken off since they had started, and it was finally a time for her to relax. Much to her dismay, suddenly, her telephone rang.
She lifted the needle of her stereo as she ran to grab it, no one would be calling her unless it was something important. She had been doing some digging in her downtime, her and Harry were still at a sort of stand still ever since she had fallen asleep at his apartment. She still didn't know how to read him or where she stood, but some part of her knew it would all be fine. They were just business partners after all. The more sales she got him, the better reputation and the more money they would both end up with in the end.
She picked up the phone with a simple greeting, "Hello, this is Celest," she spoke.
Her jaw dropped as the other voice spoke, ashing her cigarette as she listened. Celest grabbed her keys that were on the counter before saying a thank you and sitting the phone back on the stand once more. She grabbed her coat and made her way to find her wallet and an unopened bottle of red wine from her white cabinets.
In no time she arrived at Harry's apartments. She sighed, fixed her hair in her rear-view mirror, and began her descent up the steps toward his place. She hadn't stepped foot in here since everything happened - she normally thought it best to keep her distance, but this called for something else.
She knocked frantically as if something had chased her there once she arrived at apartment number 18, her eyes ridden with excitement and eagerness like a child in a toy store.
"Hello to you, too," Harry answered tiredly after looking through the tattered and old peephole. He opened the door. He wore only baggy sweatpants and had a cigarette hanging out the right side of his mouth. He leaned on the doorframe as she pushed her way inside.
The place was a wreck, as per usual, but Celest didn't mind. She didn't see how he could live like this, but she understood that sometimes it was hard to maintain a clean life if you weren't feeling necessarily clean yourself.
