Harry Styles is the biggest popstar in the world. He's also been handpicked to star in author Nicholas Sparks new film from his book called Dreamland. Avery Michaels is a small town girl from North Carolina who owns an independent book store who's...
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Avery-
My mind is racing over everything he's said. I'm not sure I know what he wants. I don't even think he knows what he wants. I know I'm going to leave LA more confused than when I arrived.
The Chateau Marmont is a completely different place at night. I stayed inside our room last night but tonight I'm seeing it in all of its mysterious glory.
Harry decides we will have a drink in the hotel restaurant and it's so dark in here. I can see why this place is a hotbed for celebrities. Everything is hidden in the shadows. For tonight, we are too. I'm surprised when he holds my hand openly.
No one looks twice at him or even meets his gaze. Last night I was holding him and watching him come down from his high. Tonight I'm sitting across from him having a drink and barely able to look away from him.
I'm surprised when he orders a beer. The tension is so high that I can understand the need for a drink to calm your nerves.
"Are you nervous for the Grammys?" I ask as I try to initiate conversation.
"No. I'm more nervous right now." He laughs.
"I think you're going to have a big night tomorrow. You're gonna win." I say matter of factly.
"Think so huh?" He asks.
"I do. I'm calling it now Styles. Song of the year and best pop vocal."
"We'll see." He brings his beer to his lips.
"I'll be watching." I smile.
"That's so bizarre." He shakes his head.
"What?" I laugh at the joke I haven't figured out yet.
"You're here with me right now and tomorrow you'll be watching me on tv back home. I wish you could be here. You'd be a much better date than Jeff." He laughs.
"Would it be a date?" I ask.
"Yea. It would most definitely be a date." He smirks.
"Hmmm interesting." I say as I sip my gin and tonic.
"You wouldn't want it to be though." He smirks.
"Why not?" I ask.
"Because I'd be in my popstar Harry Styles zone." He laughs.
"That's a bad thing?" I ask.
"In some ways yes." He answers.
"Enlighten me." I smile.
"Well. I'd try to be a gentleman. Tomorrow we start the whole no personal touching thing. I'd fail miserably. I'd want you to wear something sexy. I'd try to fuck you in the car on the way over probably." He smirks.
