Events || Harry Styles

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// Can the boys release "perfect" already? I'm struggling over here. 🔥

Norah

Fab Four + Brandon

Jared: Winter is screaming right now. Norah please make her stop

Norah: WTF AM I SUPPOSED TO DO IM ACROSS THE COUNTRY

Jared: She said that you need to have Harry follow her on Twitter

Norah: Why isn't she the one texting

Winter: Norah fucking gates

Norah: What

Brandon: can I leave

Jared: no

Winter: HOW IS IT THAT WHEN U GO VISIT UR DAD, THE BOYS ARE AT THE MILWAUKEE SHOW.

Winter: THE TIMING

Norah: idek

Norah: but it's 10 in the morning here and I'm scared as hell. I'm supposed to meet my dad at 2.

Winter: I guarantee ur gonna see Harry again. So please be a good friend and give him my @

Norah: personal or fan

Winter: both

Norah: He doesn't even know I'm in Milwaukee

I lock my phone and close my eyes, running my hands through my hair.

I was in Milwaukee, Wisconsin just to visit my dad. A man whom I haven't seen for the majority of my life. I don't know what I'm going to say when I meet him and I don't know what the hell he even looks like!

Now, what was I going to do for 4 hours? I'm not going to sit around in this hotel room, that's for sure. I was in Milwaukee. I should explore or some shit. But I'm too lazy and I don't know where I'd start in a city like this.

My phone chimes with both a text and an email. Seeing the email notification sent goosebumps covering my body. I checked my inbox and saw one from Harry.

Heyyyy, that's not fair...
H. x

I was confused at first about what he was talking about, but then I remembered the email I'd sent him yesterday. I had told him a joke along the subject of him falling on stage.

I start typing up an email back to him, trying to hint at where I was at.

»Is it bad that I'm jet lagged in a place that's two hours ahead of California?

I get a response back alarmingly quick.

Where are you?
H. x

I try to hide the smile that falls onto my face. I type back.

»I swear I'm not here for you, and I'm not stalking you...I'm in Milwaukee.

I send it, and regret it right away. I worded it too weird and I sounded so stupid. Ugh. My phone chimed and I was hesitant to look at the email.