The Break Up

The Meeting

Harry Styles was young, around 16, and living the dream while in One Direction, which was the biggest boy band since NSync. They were loved all over the country, but to that extent, it could be... a bit overwhelming. They never had freedom, such as they couldn't even leave a hotel without being bombarded with fans, so of course, the boys sought out any place that allowed privacy.

Harry had gotten into golf due to Niall, who taught him how to play and well... Harry wasn't good at all. He loved it, though, because he was free. It was a private place where the younger boy could relax, be himself, and just vent out some stress by hitting the little white ball.

"Louise, come here!" Troy called out to his 17 year old daughter. She worked for him part-time, mostly because she wanted to earn money in order to buy craft supplies to practice sewing. She adored fashion of all kinds and dreamed of making it as a designer someday.

"What is it?" She asked as she approached, a pout on her lips as she gazed up at her father with her baby blue eyes. She was in the middle of wiping down golf clubs, so she really didn't know what he wanted since usually he didn't interrupt her while she worked.

"Do you see that boy?" He asked, pointing towards a curly haired boy with his hair up in a bun. "That's Harry Styles, you know.. from that band you occasionally listen to."

"Dad... of course, I know who he is, but what about him?" She said as her eyes drifted to focus on the younger boy. Well, younger by a year, but still. He was basically a baby to her.

"You should go and make friends with him? You want to work in fashion, right? He's your key. I mean- he has all of these companies throwing clothes at him. He's bound to know a thing or two, right?" Troy said, and well... maybe that was true, but he also wanted to give his daughter a push to meet a huge celebrity such as Harry. This could be big if they hit it off.

"What? I mean.. maybe, but I'm sure he doesn't want to be annoyed by some girl while he plays golf. I mean, he comes here to relax and -" She was cut off as Troy pushed her out the door, and she stumbled, which made her bump into Harry. Of course. Just her luck.

Harry felt the bump, turning around as his green eyes latched onto blue, and he made sure she had her footing before he stepped back. He looked down at her, and just- wow. This girl was stunning but she looked like she worked there at the club. Not that it mattered. He wasn't there to meet girls.

"I- I'm so sorry!" Louise stammered out, her cheeks dusted a rosy pink as she turned and glared at her father, who walked away afterward with a grin. "My father thought it was funny to shove me out here to talk to you.. bit I know you don't want bothered so. I- yeah. I'm sorry! I'll leave you to golf."

As Louise turned to leave, Harry chuckled because, really? She was that up front about it? Usually, people just made excuses when they wanted to meet him but wanted it to look like an accident, but this girl... she was different. She was honest and really he wasn't used to that nowadays. The world of the famous was hard. You didn't know who to trust.

"No, wait." He started before gently grabbing her wrist, which made Louise look back at him. "Look, maybe your dad had his reasons, but well.. you were honest, so.. um. Maybe we can talk a little bit? I mean - I don't get to talk to people around my age, usually without them freaking out."

Louise cheeks stayed a rosy pink as she listened to him, feeling his hand around her wrist. "You seriously want to talk to me? After I told you, my dad just had his ulterior motives? Are you crazy?"

Harry snorted at that, a dimpled grin spreading across his lips. "Well, duh. You'd have to be crazy to willingly join a boy band. So yes, I'd love to have a chat." He said, his British accent a bit thicker since he was relaxed. He never really felt relaxed around most people, aside from the boys and his family. "Come on, I know a great spot."