Collaboration // o.d

24k Magic

DEDICATION: glourydays

     "Harry, it's time for the meet and greet." Harry's manager, Caila, yelled.

Caila had been working with Harry since 2004 and honest to God, she thought of him as her son. After all, Harry was very far from home. A Hawaiian native in London seemed a bit much. His mother had asked her to make sure her little boy would always be safe, even though as of now, Harry was far from a little boy. He was nearly thirty years old now.

Harry had always loved meet and greets. He loved meeting his fans. Especially his foreign fans because in America, his fans could see him nearly all the time, but for fans across the pond, this was the only chance many could even catch a glimpse of him. He just liked to make his fans happy. That's all.

He followed Caila to the room where the meet and greet would be held, which, to be fair, was quite small considering how many people actually come to those things. It would be beyond cramped in there. Harry pushed back a black curtain and as soon as his fans caught a glimpse of him, the crowd erupted into a plaza of cheers.

"HARRY I FUCKING LOVE YOU!"

"MARRY ME!"

"YOU'RE MY LIFE!"

"I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABIES!"

He was used to the constant profanities over in America, but for some reason he expected the fans to be a bit more classy over in Europe. It was a stereotypical thing to say however, since he knew every fan was just the same when they met their idol despite their personalities or backgrounds.

Harry had always been a big fan of Michael Jackson. Hence, why his last album "Unorthodox Jukebox" had been so eighties driven and Michael Jackson influenced. The fans loved it, however, and to him, the most powerful thing an artist could ever do was bring a different era back to life in the music industry. He was doing the same thing again with his new album and everyone seemed to be loving the new single, "24k Magic" so far.

Harry smiled widely at all the fans. It ranged from teenage girls, to their boyfriends, to their fathers and that's what he loved about his job. He had a wide ranged audience that enjoyed his music. That also included his granny. Granny specifically liked "Gorilla" which really worried Harry since that song was purely about sex, but to each their own.

"Hello! Thank you so much for stopping by to meet me and take pictures and all that jazz. I truly mean it when I say you are the best fans in the world. Now, before this meet and greet can start, I wanna do a little acapella for y'all. Who knows my song "Grenade"? Sing along if you know the words."

Harry gave the crowd one more smile and started snapping his fingers to the beat.

"Bad woman, bad woman, that's just what you are. Yeah, you'll smile in my face, then rip the brakes out my car. I gave you all I had and you tossed it in the trash, you tossed it in the trash, yes you did. To give me all your love, is all I ever asked, but what you don't understand, is I would catch a grenade for you..." Harry sung soulfully. No one dared to utter a word as they got an exclusive performance by their idol.

It was dead silent and when Harry finished, the room burst into cheers and tears. Everyone was certainly moved by his performance. Harry had always been good at his job, only a select few times did he ever have difficulty.

He was one person and not many people understood that being solo was different from a band. Solo meant that no one was there to save you when you messed up. It was just you, the crowd and your utter embarrassment. Harry was lucky that he didn't mess up usually and people still loved and respected him and his music.

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Only two hours later the meet and greet was over. Harry had taken many great pictures and made a lot of memories with his fantastic fans. He was just so happy to be able to put a smile on their faces.

Caila and Harry's bodyguards ushered him out of the room and to a van where he could chill until he got to the hotel. Just when his ass got in the car, his phone started ringing.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Haz. Babes, you'll never guess it." Harry smiled as he heard the excited voice of his best friend, Leigh-Anne Pinnock.

She prefered Leigh, but she was currently the best selling female rapper in the world right now. Dinah Jane was doing well, but it was damn near impossible to beat Miss Leigh. Sure, Leigh also had a lot of controversy regarding that whole Drake and Meek Mill thing, but that was over and done with and she was the most sought after featuring artist.

"What, Leigh?" Harry asked the woman.

"I'm featuring with Camila again." Leigh shrieked. Leigh loved working with Camila Cabello. Everyone knew her and everyone wanted to be her and Leigh loved working with her when they were both featured on "Bang Bang" for Jessie J's record.

"That's great. What song?" Harry asked.

"Side To Side, I think it was." Leigh said, trying to remember.

Just then Harry's phone beeped, signalling that someone else was calling and so he excused himself and told Leigh that he would call her back.

"Hello?" Harry answered the other call.

"Harry Styles, how are you?" the gravelly and annoying voice of Simon Cowell floated through his ears.

"What do you want, Simon?" it wasn't hard to tell that Harry fucking hated Simon along with the rest of the world.

"Here's the deal Harold; I've signed a deal with RCA Records to make a large collab and I'll need you to be in it." Simon explained.

"What's in it for me?" Harry asked, intrigued.

"I won't terminate your contract if you do it." Simon smirked, though Harry couldn't see it, he knew it was there.

"And just who would I be collaborating with?" Harry asked.

"Liam Payne, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan and Zayn Malik." Simon answered.

Harry was fine with all of them. All of them except Liam Payne, but he'd just have to deal. He wasn't going to lose his career over this.

"Fine, I'll do it."