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Sitting in a Lacefield Document Accent chair across from George Plimpton, the camera that set behind George, and the live audience behind that, Harry felt numb.
This was all his life was gonna lead up to, nosy interviewers asking about his business.
"Comment a été cette année pour vous?" The interviewer asks. It means "how's the year been?" in French.
Harry was live on the telly so he had to think of a way to say "shitty" without sounding ignorant.
This year had been a drag for harry besides all the sex and money and drugs he had taken in. He hadn't gotten an invite to Clinton's party and he had no idea why.
Harry didn't understand why it was such a big deal that he slept with his wife. And he probably never will. It wasn't that big of a deal.
Harry was really really looking forward to being at that party. He even planned his entire year around it for Christ's sakes.
"Il était la perfection," Harry replied sarcastically.
"Pourquoi tant agacé?" George, the interviewer asks.
He asked why Harry seemed annoyed at the question but harry wasn't annoyed.
"Je ne suis pas. Je baise heureux!" Harry claimed. "Je l'ai fait de grandes choses cette année . Im juste un peu triste sur son est tout." Harry lied and said he was just sad it was over.
"Qu'il est doux , Styles Messieurs , mais êtes-vous sûr de son pas somethinbvto faire avec Clinton?"
And the nosiness begins.
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"Can you believe this hunk of man is single?" Bella exclaimed , looking up from her magazine she was reading over to her roommate and best friend Jessie.
"Who?" Jessie murmured, not really caring at all.
"Styles." Bella replied
"Oh." Jessie didn't know who that was but she didn't care enough to ask, she was in the middle of reading her new DC Batman comic that she had just received after waiting to receive it from Amazon for nearly a year.
"Guy's French so I bet he'd be hella good in the sack."
It was silent for a moment after that as they both continued reading.
Bella broke that silence. "I bet you could grab him. Make him love you down. You could have him utterly whipped for you."
"Who?" Jessie asked not bringing him eyes away from the comic.
"Harry Styles!" Bella yelled as if Jessie were a thousand miles away from her instead of only the actually 5 feet they were.
"Oh . . . yeah, of course." Jessie said again not letting her eyes leave the comic. "Who's that?"
Bella rolled her eyes. "He's a European billionaire."
"Oh okay." she finally looked up from her comic at Bella. "I need to go study now, as do you. Final exams are a big deal if we wanna actually participate in graduation next month." Jessie said sternly cocking up one of her thick blonde eyebrows.
Bella sighed and put down her magazine. "Okay party pooper, lets go study."
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