This was a bad idea. I can't believe that I let Mitch talk me into this. The bastard knew I wouldn't say no. I mean it was Harry Styles and Mitch wanted me to open for him in his upcoming tour. Bad idea. I knew his music and I loved it, of course, but why would he want me? His fans seemed like happy, fun, kind people, why would they want me opening? I'd just ruin it. I sighed as I drew on my eyeliner, might as well make an effort. Mitch said I needed to drive myself there, but I didn't own a car. Bike it is then. I grabbed my bag, chucked in my phone and bike keys and locked my house.
As I pressed the little button on the keys I heard a familiar chirp noise. Rosalia. She was my 1967 Harley Davidson and my prized possession. As I put on my helmet, I thought about what I was gonna say. I revved Rosalia. "Screw it," I mumbled under my breath "I'll just improv this fucking conversation." I drove out of my driveway and into the sunset. This was a bad idea.
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Tulip [H.S]
Fanfiction"Rina, your voice could grow flowers." In which an undiscovered singer is chosen to be Harry Styles opening act for love on tour. She falls in love and becomes his Tulip, but something much bigger than either of them stands in their way.
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