Royal Mess || Harry Styles a.u.

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"I am pieces of quotes from my favourite books, stitched together by song lyrics and I am glued together by midnight conversations and the sweet taste of tea and I have this tendency to fall apart.
and I need you to somehow be okay with this, because I am created by the souls who are brave enough to gather all my tattered pieces and put me back together.
and oh how I would love to be whole again."

Di.

Three days later...

I wouldn't be able to describe what I'm feeling even if I tried. I missed like a whole week of dancing and now I finally get to come back. I don't think I've ever appreciated climbing these many flights of stairs as much.

My mother only returned my phone this morning before the driver brought me here. I haven't bothered switching it on, because I'm just too excited to dance again and almost more importantly, to see Harry. Chrissie told me that he was really freaked out by what happened and all. I'm just grateful he was there to help me.

I can only imagine what that little dork will do when he sees me. He'll probably try to run towards me and end up tripping. Even the thought makes me giggle. He is such a silly boy.

Walking up the final flight of stairs, I get even more giddy. I practically skip through the passage and into the studio. Unfortunately I'm not as early as I would like to be. I only have about 20 minutes to prepare, but I'll make do.

As I push open the door I notice practically all of the dancers warming up. I instantly look towards the piano but am completely shocked when Harry isn't there. Instead an old man is seated behind the piano. I cringe at his awful playing. Okay, it's not that bad but after experiencing Harry's playing even Mozart would sound bad to you. Well that's if Mozart actually played piano.. Whatever.

I deeply frown and walk over to the man. I try not to sound too mean, he's just some innocent old man, but I'm just so upset. Where's Harry?

"Excuse me?" I cross my arms and wait for him to acknowledge me but the fossil just keeps playing. Probably forgot his hearing aids at home.

I irritatedly wave my hand in front of his face. He makes a startled sound and looks up at me.

"Good morning, Dear." He chuckles.

I plaster on a fake smile.

"Yeah, hi. I was wondering what the fuck you were doing here? Seeing as you're not the pianist for the royal ballet and all."

He looks as if his eyes will pop out any second, but who cares?

"I- what? Excuse your language, young lady. That is no way to treat a man senior to you."

I scoff.

"Yeah whatever, Gramps. Stop wasting my precious time and just tell me why you're here."

"Well if you must know, I'm replacing the usual pianist. Something about a family crisis.. I don't know. What is it to y-"

I don't even let him finish his sentence before I'm already out the room with my phone in hand. I immediately press Harry's icon (yes I have him on speed dial - no I don't have a valid reason).

"The number you have dialed is unavailable right now plea-"

I grunt and end the call before trying again.

"The nu-"

Just answer your fcking phone!

I dial again and feel tears of frustration and maybe a bit of sadness pool in my eyes when the same robotic voice answers. I decide to wait for the end of the message to leave a voice mail but harshly pull my phone away when I hear the end of the recorded message.