Out of Style (Narry)

Prologue

He was used to many things that were a part of his mum's life. Anne Cox was a very well known fashion designer in many countries and that came with the prices of knowing somebody who was highly marked in the pop-cultered world. 

When he was younger his mum had brought him to carpet appearances and fashion shows, It was very arguable that the she should have left her son home with a babysitter but Anne Cox wanted her son to have the world just like she did. It was something they could share together.

At first he really didn't understand what was going on. His mum would tell him about it and he'd just nod along. Then he'd find that she made him his own suits to wear from her growing fashion line.

He had been shy and nervous when his mum's following grew more rapidly. He wanted to hide behind his mum when cameras wildly flashed and blinded him. He would flinch whenever someone would loudly call out to his mum for an interview. Harry didn't understand how everyone knew his mum.

These days are just the opposite because he grew accustomed to being his mum's date to events. Photographers always wanted to take their pictures and interviewers always wanted to chat with him. The fast pace of flashing lights and two minute interviews didn't scare him anymore because they had become routine to him.

People have also rumored Harry to being forced into this lifestyle. Things that weren't true about his loving and caring mum upset Harry. They knew nothing about the woman that he would support no matter what. He loved his mum and was very proud and happy for her. He would always sit front row at runway shows and smile when he saw his mum's designs.

Harry somehow found his own fame once they hit London, and then again when living in New York. It sort of just happened as he grew older because he knew that he hasn't done anything at all for the title of "celebrity". Actually, he never thought of himself as one and he never would.

From what he's let himself read, which he only did at first to try and get an understanding of what people found so interesting about him, he could only gather that people found him attractive and he found friendships with models his age. That was mainly it and those friendships often turned into romance rumors that everyone was too invested it.

Harry's never dated one model. Yes, they were a beautiful lot of girls but Harry just didn't have any interest in dating them. Gossip magazines have all published their articles about which model would be ideal for Harry.

Even his name seemed to spark quite a following. His name was Harry Styles and his mum, Anne Cox, was a fashion designer. People found that to be worth talking about and assumed Harry changed his last name just for the purpose. 

That wasn't true. Yeah, he liked the last name that he had but it was his father's legal name. Harry didn't know much about the man other than he was his mum's first love and they got pregnant at a young age. They broke up just after Harry was born. At the hospital, Anne had told the nurses that they baby boy in her arms would have the last name "Styles".

Something he was used to having had turned into irony for people to make up stories about.

He was even used to moving. They've moved house more times when he was younger and they stayed put longer now that he was older. Harry knew that it was because his mum didn't have to try really hard to get her name out there anymore. He enjoyed that feeling of finally being able to settle, but he also loved the traveling at the same time. It was because of his mum that Harry's had so many chances to experience life in a way that some poor child in a small town in England could only dream of.

This move was going to be quite different for the both of them. Harry's mum decided that she wanted to go back to living a more quiet life while she took time to find inspiration for her next designs.

He was going to miss New York after living there for the past five years. He was used to the way of living there. Harry had started to believe that they would make New York a more permanent home and have London as a second one. 

So, when his mum told him that they would be moving on to Ireland, Harry was surprised. When he thought of Ireland he just pictured some hilly countryside. It probably wasn't all like that but from his mum telling him she was ready for some peace that was the only image he could come up with.

He was 18 so if he wanted he didn't have to go off with his mum to Ireland. He could live in New York and stay used to the way he lived. What kept him from staying was that he didn't want his mum to be alone and he didn't want to be alone either. The two have always been together through everything and Harry didn't want to leave that yet. Before this adventure had started they were all each other had.

Now, aboard a plane, Harry looked at the window at the familiar scene of an airport. He didn't know how long his mum was going to be working in Ireland so this would be the last look of New York for a while.

"It's going to be a long flight you know." His mum told him as she was reading something off of her phone. It was probably work. The plane hasn't even moved from the loading area yet. "You should get some sleep."

He looked down at his feet, seeing his brown boots resting on the floor. He found them to be quite comfortable, unlike the small seat he was now sat in and would be for many hours.

He rubbed his eye with his finger before shaking his head, turning to look over to her. "I don't think that I'll get much. I can't even stretch my legs." Harry said as he attempted to prove the fact to his mum. His knees were touching the back of the seat in front of him.

"Sorry, love." His mum apologized before reaching one hand over to pat one of Harry's knees. "First class seating was already booked full by the time I made flight arrangements and I didn't want to fly privately."

Harry nodded, understanding that his mum was going to do this. He knew that she wanted a bit of a break while still being able to work. Maybe she had enough of New York for right now. She worked very hard through this fashion year and Fashion Week had been over, so this would be the perfect time for her to have a clear mind.

As much as Harry was going to miss the city and the friends he was able to make, he could use this move for a little break himself. Maybe his name would mean nothing in Ireland and there wouldn't be anything to report about him or his mum.

The seatbelt light turned on and everyone on the plane buckled up. Then the pilot began talking about the weather and then the flight to Ireland before it began its trip towards the runway, picking up speed as it went.

Harry let out a silent sigh as he rested his head against the wall of the plane, his eyes looking down as the plane took off, making the place he had finally called home get smaller and smaller. The city skyline turned into nothing once they were above the clouds.

He didn't know what he was going to see once he landed in Ireland but he knew the look of the sky was something these two places shared.

Harry's mum reached over and held Harry's hand in hers. Ever since their first plan trip she had done that. Harry had been afraid to fly in the plane and he didn't like when the pressure became too much and hurt his ears. His mum was always there to comfort him.

It never mattered where they lived. They would always be those two same people from before all the fashion shows and the press. Anne Cox was his mum and Harry was her son.

"Close your eyes, Harry." His mum said with a soft smile as she gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "We'll be all right."

He listened to the soothingness of his mum's voice, a small smile tugging at his lips as he turned away from staring out the window. His eyes slowly closed and he let out a breath.

When I posted the summary for this fun little idea I had I was not expecting 88 votes on it! I can't say it enough how incredible you all are and thank you for reading my stories. I feel like a robot saying "Thank you so much. It means a lot to me" all the time because I wish I could thank each and every one of you in different way!

I hope you enjoyed the prologue! :)

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