Unlikely (H.S.)

ten

~Harry~

I woke up to the soft gray light of a London morning filtering through my bedroom curtains. Stretching out, my muscles still sore from yesterday's workout, I reached for my phone. Praying there was a message from Harper waiting for me.

Harper: Goodnight, Harry! Had a great time at Ravens. Hope you sleep well 😘

Thank god.

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. There was something about waking up to a message from Harper that made everything feel a little brighter. I quickly typed a reply.

Harry: Morning, Harper! I slept well, had some great dreams 😉 hope you're sleeping well, love

Despite the growing closeness between Harper and me, the London-Toronto time difference could be a bit of a nuisance. It often meant that when I was starting my day, she was still fast asleep, and when she was wrapping up her evening, I was already deep into the night. Coordinating calls and conversations required a bit of planning, with our spontaneous chats often interrupted by the practicalities of our schedules. There were moments when I wished I could just drop everything and talk to her without worrying about the hours ticking away. Yet, despite these challenges, we always found a way to connect, our conversations feeling like precious stolen moments that made the effort worthwhile. I am in so deep with this girl, and honestly, I am so happy about that.

I set my phone down and got out of bed, shaking off the last remnants of sleep. After a quick shower, I dressed in my workout gear and headed to my home gym. My trainer, Aaron, was already there, setting up for our session.

"Morning, Harry," Aaron greeted me with a nod. "Ready to get started?"

"Morning, mate," I replied, rolling my shoulders. "Let's do it."

Aaron put me through my paces, pushing me hard as always. The training for the Marvel role was intense, but I loved the challenge. As I worked through the various exercises, my mind kept drifting back to Harper. Her laugh, her voice, the way she made me feel like a regular guy and not just Harry Styles, the celebrity.

After the workout, I was exhausted but invigorated. I grabbed my phone to see if there were any new messages. There was nothing yet from Harper. I knew she'd be busy with her own day, but I was longing for some attention from her and my mind couldn't help but drift to negative thoughts, thinking I've done something wrong.

I had a quick breakfast and then settled into some work. There were emails to respond to, scripts to read, and calls to make. But throughout it all, thoughts of Harper lingered at the back of my mind.

Walking around the Heath feels like a rare and treasured escape, a place where I can truly immerse myself in nature without the constant buzz of recognition. The expansive landscape, with its rolling hills and open skies, provides a sense of freedom and peace that I crave. As I stroll along the winding paths, the rich tapestry of wildflowers, tall grasses, and heather stretches out before me, painting the scene with vibrant colours. The air is fresh and fragrant, filled with the subtle scent of blossoms and the earthy aroma of the soil. Birds chirp melodiously from the trees, and the gentle rustle of leaves in the breeze adds a soothing soundtrack to my journey. Every step reveals a new vista, each more breathtaking than the last. Here, away from the cameras and the crowds, I can simply be myself, enjoying the enchanting beauty of the heath in blissful anonymity. It's the perfect time to catch up on life, and I take the opportunity to call my personal assistant to help plan my trip to New York.

"Hey, Mia, you know this golf tournament in New York?," I asked casually. "Thinking about popping up to Toronto afterward. Can you look into booking an Airbnb for a couple of weeks after the tournament? Maybe somewhere nice and private?"