"Break a leg," Brittany giggles, looking Harry in his glistening blue-green orbs.
"It was a pleasure," he responds. "Have fun. Thanks for being here."
"I've gotta show you this real quick," Brittany exclaims, realizing she almost forgot to show him her TPWK tattoo. "I'm branded." She chides, and the two fistbump. Brittany's heart flutters and her eyes swim with tears of pure ecstasy.
"Nice to meet you," Harry murmurs. "See you soon."
"Have so much fun," she replies, wishing this moment could last forever. "Good luck. Break a leg."
"I'll do all of that," Harry laughs, and begins to walk towards the doors.
"Okay, Brittany," her videographer begins. "I'm stopping the video now but I've got it all on film! Your viewers will be so pumped to see this, and it'll be great for the channel!"
"Thank you so much," Brittany tells the videographer. "And thank you again, Harry! You have no idea how much this means to me."
"Thank god that's through," Harry mutters, the facade completely melting away. "The things my PR team makes me do...It's almost too much for me sometimes."
"Wait-" Brittany's eyebrows knit together in confusion. "What?"
"Oh come on," Harry rolls his eyes, and takes a step towards the girl. "You didn't actually think I wanted to meet you, did you?"
"I-" Brittany starts but is interrupted by Harry's crude laughter. He shakes his head, taking yet another step towards her. His face is mere inches from hers, and he sneers at her disparaged expression.
"I am many things, Brittany," Harry growls, his nostrils flaring. "But I will not be the person you use for clout."
His words cause Brittany's heart to plummet. She was here for so much more than YouTube. A small part of her had hoped that this would lead to a budding friendship, or at least a mutual respect between the two.
"I would never do that," she whispers, worried that anything said at a louder volume would betray how close she was to crying.
"Girls like you," Harry remarks, "are all the same. You're here for one thing, and one thing only. To use me."
Harry storms out through the door, bumping into Brittany's shoulder on the way out. He is followed by his team, the doors slamming behind them
Brittany stands in shock, staring at where her former idol stood moments before he wrecked every positive, preconceived notion she held of him.
Her eyes swim with freshly formed tears, and she can feel her heart breaking. She quickly wipes her tears away, not wanting anyone to see her so distraught over someone who couldn't care less about her.
Fine, she thought.
Two could play at this game.
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The Lads and Brittany
FanfictionBrittany Broski has met Harry Styles once - and once was enough. Behind the cameras, their first exchange was nothing short of unbearable. Harry was an uptight snob, and Brittany was left with burning resentment. But when a Hozier concert ends with...
