Unlikely (H.S.)

four

~Harry~

Fuck. I have to get this photo down. My whole team is going to kill me.

I can't deal with this right now. I look up at the two fans looking at me expectantly with smiles on their faces and phones in their hands. I quickly open up the story and delete the image before engaging with the girls. Once I am certain I deleted it, I glance up.

Buzz.

One of the girls is a brunette, actually quite the pretty girl. A lot of effort has gone into her appearance and it is working for her. Maybe makeup is her mask, I ponder to myself. The other, a petite blonde who has a different approach to beauty. is fresh faced with minimal makeup, and to me, she is absolutely stunning; an effortless, radiant beauty. She reminds me of Harper.

Bloody hell, I don't even know her and I'm infatuated. Snap out of it, Harry.

"Hi," I say with a shake of my head and the most enthusiasm I could muster in the dreaded moment, keeping my gaze towards the blonde predominantly.

Stop it, stop it, stop it!

"HIIIIII!" the girls screech out with huge smiles on their faces. "We're just big fans of yours, like I was always a Harry girl when you were in One Direction! So we just had to say hi to you when we saw you in here!" the petite blonde explains.

Buzz.

I can't help but chuckle at the confession and their honesty. I finally let out the breath I had been holding since my faux-pas, but the continual buzzing causes my anxiety to spike.

"Thank you so much. It means so much that you took the time to come say that to me. Truly, thank you for your support," I place my hand over my heart, meaning every word I am saying to these girls. Without their support, I couldn't be doing this and I know that. I know that I need fans who want to come to shows, who want to buy my albums.

Buzz.

"Yeah, you're, like, totally awesome," the brunette adds, looking me up and down. There doesn't seem to be much sincerity behind her compliment, but she's giving me fuck me eyes, which is telling me she only agreed to come say hi to me because she thinks she has a shot. She's hot, I won't deny that, but women who make such an effort to feel like they look pretty don't do it for me. If anything, the tiny blonde has more of a shot if she tried anything.

"Do you think it would be too much trouble to get a photo with you?" the blonde asks hopefully, snapping me out of my inner monologue.

Maybe if I do the photo, the girls are bound to post it, then I can make it seem like I was hacked or something... yeah, I'm doing the photo.

"Of course, not a problem!" I cheerily replied, selling my nonchalant attitude about the whole thing. The girls quickly commandeer a café employee to take our photo, as they get closer to me.

Buzz.

The brunette saddles herself up to my left side, pushing her tits and hips into me, wrapping herself around my body, seductively looking up at me through her fake eyelashes with a smirk.

With a couple drinks, sweetheart, this may actually happen.

Buzz.

Snap out of it, Harry, you have a show in a few hours.

The blonde clearly isn't as forthcoming as her friend is with her attraction to me and just shrugs her shoulders, not knowing where to stand for the photo. I lightly chuckle and open my right arm for her to get closer so we can take the photo. The blonde timidly leans into me without really touching me, in stark contrast to her brunette counterpart, and smiles at the commandeered café worker.