Harry Styles- hopelessly devoted

Chapter 11

It had been a few days since Harry and I started messaging each other, and I could not believe how easy he was to talk to. Each notification sent a thrill through me. He had turned from a celebrity I adored into a genuine connection, and I found myself eagerly anticipating his messages. 

It was a quiet evening in my apartment. The only sound I'd occasionally hear was my phone vibrating with replies from Harry. His replies were quick, yet well drafted. He made it seem too easy. Meanwhile, it would take me several minutes to think of the perfect reply. This whole experience seemed so surreal.

As I opened up my next message from Harry, I took a bite of the pesto cavatappi I had made. Now I'm no chef, but I'd give this meal a pretty decent rating. 

"I was thinking of something. I'd like to come watch one of your shoots sometime. I've never seen your work in action. I mean, you've seen mine, so I think it's only fair to see yours :)"

I wasn't sure what to think of that message. My stomach initially flipped at the thought of him watching me model. Harry and I had kept things pretty surface level the past few days. I wasn't sure if he was being flirty or if he was genuinely interested in seeing someone getting their photo taken. 

"Hey, I haven't seen you write a song, only perform it. So I don't think it's a fair trade :P Regardless, it'd be lovely to have you tag along one of these days. Have any free time in the near future?"

Before I could lock to put my phone down, Harry had replied.

"Just tell me when and where and I'll be there."

I squealed silently to myself and set my phone down, finishing my dinner in a blissful state.

***

The next morning had arrived and I was determined to face it with a brave face. Harry and I chatted a small bit before I passed out on the couch. After checking my calendar last night, I realized I had a photoshoot today. I wasn't sure what was planned, but it was on my calendar so I just went with it.

It was mid December. Harry had finished his leg of the tour and all he had was time it seemed. This definitely made talking with him easier. He had made it seem like he was spending most of his free time with his mom, Anne. 

I opened my Spotify and started my "Good Vibes" playlist as I began to get ready for my day. It was a corny title for a playlist, but it contained a laundry list of my favorite songs. I hit shuffle, and "Bright Colors" by Jaja Bu came on. It was a random song I found recently while listening to a R&B playlist, which wasn't my typical choice of music. Regardless, it was a vibe that soothed my mood.

I decided to go with a soft makeup glam, which was my go to look when I did photoshoots. I peeked my head around the corner of my curtain, and saw there was light snow coming from the sky much to my surprise. It was normally raining, but Portland did have unexpected weather sometimes, especially in December.

Getting ready didn't take too long, which placed me ahead of schedule. I felt confident going into today, but there was a part of my subconscious that told me I wasn't good enough to be promoting Harry's work. What if he thought I was just...okay? I shook off my nerves and took a deep breath. I made my way downstairs to my car garage and made my way to the photoshoot.

After a short drive, I arrived at the studio. I walked inside and was immediately greeted by the smell of cranberries and pine. It was a holiday concoction inside my nostrils. It was pleasant, but a bit overpowering. The studio had a soft, warm glow. There were white string lights hung up around the dark backdrop. Small, pre-lit trees were also set up with ornate ornaments. 

I approached the behind of Paul, my trusty photographer, and poked him on his side. He squirmed and turned around to face me. His face lit up and he reached out for an embrace.