Events || Harry Styles

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// MITAM IN 4 DAYS 😈 (I haven't listened to any leaks)

Norah

"If you didn't want to be with me then you should've told me in the beginning. Before I fell in love with you."

My heart dropped and I froze in my place. He was in love with me? We just started dating!

"I do w-want to be with -"

"Oh come on. Do not bullshit me."

"I'm not!"

He looked at me through narrowed eyes. But I couldn't blame him entirely for acting like this. I was going to a foreign country for the rest of break with a guy who wasn't my boyfriend.

"This is so ridiculous, Norah, honestly. I can't believe you'd think this was okay."

"It's. A. Job," I repeat for the hundredth time.

"Wow. I didn't know you were a pros -"

"Sam, don't you dare," I cut him off. He'd regret those words as soon as they fell from his mouth.

I could not believe what he was about to say. He really thought I was just going on tour to have sex with Harry.

He huffed something under his breath that I couldn't hear and started to storm out my front door. I followed close behind him, wanting to just scream at him.

He stopped as soon as he stepped foot out the door. He looked to his right and only when I'd made it to the threshold did I see what had caught his attention.

Instantly, Sam rose his fist, the intending place of impact being Harry's face.

"Don't!" I belt out in shock. My hands fly out to grab onto Sam's arm.

At the same time, Harry shouted my name in a quick, rushed tone, afraid that I'd get hurt in my act of interference.

5 hours earlier

"Thanks for meeting me," Harry grins, giving me a friendly hug.

"I'm just here for the kale salad," I tease.

He chuckled and we took a seat at a table at the Soho House. He wanted us to meet up so that I could sign some papers for "nondisclosure agreements" that came along with going on tour.

I felt like I was being inaugurated as president and receiving some fucking nuclear launch codes or something.

Harry laughed so hard that after he sat down, he leaned his forehead down on the table, his shoulders shaking.

I guess I said that under my breath.

He took out a plastic presentation folder with papers in it from his shoulder bag. He placed it on the table in front of me.

"Not nuclear launch codes, but close enough," he joked along.

I opened the front cover and flipped through the fifteen or so pages filled with writing. "Can you give me the run down on what this says? I'm not a quick reader."