Against All Odds (Harry Styles x reader short series)

Chapter 1

y/n's POV

She hated him so much. His arrogant attitude and how he looked at everyone as if they were not half as good as he was. They just knew each other for a week and she was already so annoyed by this piece of shit.

She had just stormed out of the rehearsel room after Harry wanted to explain to her how to play the riff at one point of Adore You. He was the singer, she was the guitarist! What the hell was he thinking?
He always acted like he could do everything better and knew everything better.

She heared steps behind her. It was Sarah, she always wanted to make sure everything was fine and she really hated bad vibes. „Come on, y/n, he didn't mean to hurt you." „I'm not hurt.", y/n shouted, immediately feeling sorry. It was not Sarahs fault that Harry and her were not able to keep their private problems out of the band's rehearsels.

She felt Sarah's hand on her shoulder, turning her around. „Please, we need to practice now. I know Harry can be annoying but just ignore it. And maybe it really was meant in a nice way. Maybe he just wanted to help you." Y/n rolled her eyes. „C'mon.", Sarah begged. She sighed. „Ok, I'm coming. But if he says one more disrespectful thing, I'mma-" „Yes, it's ok.", Sarah said fastly and brought her back in the room.

When y/n saw Harry standing at the microphone with this smugly look she could've gone mad again. „Hello ladies.", he said overly friendly, but y/n just ignored him and went to her guitar. „Ok, guys.", Harry chuckled. „After our little break, I guess we should start from the beginning again."

The rest of the rehearsel went ok. There was still some negative tension between them and Harry couldn't stop teasing her now and then, which made y/n extremely angry but she was able to not say something back.
Until the rehearsel was over. Y/n was just about to pass the door, when Harry, the last one in the room shouted: „Aw, are you better, sweetie?" She froze on the move and turned around, only to find him with this arrogant smile.

„Fuck you.", she whispered. It was loud enough for Harry to hear it but he just laughed and came closer to her. „Honestly, you behaved like a child today. As soon as someone critizises you on a factual level you freak out and just can't handle it. God, how old are you again?"

Y/n pushed him away from her and hissed at him: „What happened to you, that made you feel so self confident and arrogant? You think that noone is as good as you, but wake up. Stop telling me what to do, stop treating everyone like they're underneath." Harry laughed and put his hands in his pockets. „You're pride really must be hurt. ME telling YOU how to play that riff. But it's alright honey. I'm glad to help." „Stop calling me honey.", y/n said and turned away.
She didn't want him to see how angry he had gotten her. She decided it was best to leave now and eventually walked out the door. The last thing she heard was him chuckling.

Y/n was very angry at herself. If she looked back at the conversation, or better the arguement they had, she had to admit that he was the one who stayed cool. She was just all angry and full of emotions. Now she was sitting in her room, trying to read a book but she was still too upset to concentrate.

They were at a hotel in the Netherlands right now and tomorrow they'd play in Amsterdam. Y/n unfortunately had the room right next to Harry and the first thing she had seen that morning was his face. He had already been working out and when she stepped out of the door she almost ran into him.
The day had been pretty relaxing. Besides the rehearsals the band could rest from the concert night before.