So, guess what? We're right back where we started – square one, present day.
[January 6th, 2016]
Here's the lowdown: Harry and I are stuck working together thanks to some contract we signed. Yeah, super fun times ahead, collaborating with an ex. Even better when it's an ex you never actually wanted to be an ex.
Let me give you a quick recap (some keywords) of the past three years if you have forgot or are just a bit confused: heartbreak, adoption (no, not a puppy, a legal thing), court dramas, reconnecting, betrayal (cue dramatic music), making tunes, juicy rumors, haters gonna hate, a bit of fame, public announcements, and, uh, casual sex. Got it? Good.
Anyway, back to the juicy stuff. Harry just bolted from my place after hearing my latest masterpiece. Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for. Now, here I am, sitting in my studio, feeling a bit confused. Should I have chased after him? Nah, too much like a cheesy rom-com (minus the romance of course).
Sure, it was weirdly nice seeing him again, but let's get real – he's engaged now. We're supposed to be all professional and ignore the past. Easier said than done, right? But hey, we'll figure it out. Gotta focus on the future and all that jazz.
Now it's 01:00 i the morning. 8 hours since the runnaway. No texts, no calls. So I invited the band over to get my mind away from my phone and Harry.
"Noa! You have a visitor!" Dax yells at me as I burst out laughing, Harmy and Theo are playing charades, I have never laughed so hard (I'm a bit tipsy which helps).
I get up and emerge with a grin, obviously intoxicated, but far less than what Harry looks like he is. Dax slaps my butt, and I react by pushing his hand away, rolling my eyes. "Dax!" I scold, as he disappears inside behind me.
"Harry? What are you doing here?" I ask, furrowing my brows as I close the door behind me. I don't want my nosy guests to interrupt.
"Who the fuck is he?!" Harry asks, annoyed pointing in the direction Dax disapeared in.
"His name is Dax?" I respond a bit firmly and frustrated. It still kind of hurt that he left after I showed him my song, something I btw never do. Plus he kind of promised he would like it and i didn't think it was that bad, yeah it needs some adjustments but i did warn him.
"Hm-mmm." he shakes his head.
"Harry? Why are you here?! You're wasted." I concede, rubbing my eyes tired of the massive mood kill he is being.
Something clicks in him. "You owe me..." he stares at me.
"What? I owe you? What the fuck does that mean?!" I exclaim with a laugh.
He nudges me to the side, swinging the door open and stepping into the room. Inside, the space is bustling with activity, chatting and laughing, their voices filling the air. Despite the sudden influx of people, he presses on, moving quickly as he makes his way up the stairs toward the studio. The wooden steps creak beneath his weight, the sound echoing in the small space. As he enters the studio I follow behind and hear some mumbles in the background.
"Who is he?" Dax's voice whispers.
"That's Harry!" Abi firmly answers back.
"Harry who?" Theo asks, sounding confused.
"Harry Styles the guy from One direction!" Kay kay assert in a duh tone.
I close the door and when I turn around I see Harry pacing back and forth. What the fuck Is he doing?! This is definetly the worst idea ever talking to him drunk and angry (drunk minds, speak sober thoughs) which I don't think is a good thing at this moment.
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H.S | Same song, second verse | Second book
Fanfiction[This is a sequel to "When the Flash Fades"] Harry and Noa were once inseparable, bound by their shared passion for music and an undeniable connection. Three years have passed, and their lives have taken different paths. But fate-or whatever higher...
