harry gave the interviewer a cheeky little smile because he knew this question was going to be brought up. there has been pictures of you guys all over the tabloids. you guys were holding hands while trolling down in london.
although he would love to talk endless about you his manager told him to keep it a bit secretive and short.
so of course, he tried his best.
"that is closed classification," harry was proud of his answer.
"oh, come on harry! you have to give us the juicy details! everyone has seen you with this mysterious woman! what's she like?"
fuck. harry thought. of course, he would say you are like a ray of sunshine in his life. someone who brings him so much comfort and peace that he wouldn't know what to do without you. but he kept it short.
"she is," harry paused, "quite lovely."
"awww! is this woman possibly named, y/n?"
harry eyes grew big because how on earth did they found out your name. you were never really a big social media type of person. you told harry that it took away a bit of your privacy away from your day to day life so you never really had any social accounts.
so the fact that they found out your name was very impressive. but harry had to think fast because he respected your privacy.
"no....that's not her name," harry lied.
"okay, then what's the lovely girl's name?"
"beans," harry almost wanted to punch himself for saying a ridiculous name.
"beans," the interviewer laughed, "styles you are such a liar."
"beans is a lovely woman," harry nodded his head firmly while his face was red from embarrassment.
the interviewer stood up, "okay harry, well this was a great interview! it was so amazing to have you here. i hope you have a great day and tell y/n we said hi!"
"will do!"
"so her name is y/n," the interviewer grinned.
harry busted into a laughed and turned his chair, "fuck off!"
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