If Today Was Your Last Day

2- The Meeting

The first thing that Harry heard was the click of the heels. The sound made it clear that they were heavy heels. Then he heard the jingle of metals, clearly the lady was wearing too many necklaces. The footsteps stopped by the door and he heard her talking. It was a very familiar, bold voice with a thick American accent. He couldn't put his finger on where had he heard it before.

"Yea whatever! Ya know I ain't about all this formal, fake shit. I'd rather be home in my fucking pajamas, cuddling with Lilo with a nice, big joint in my hand." He heard her sigh loudly and he had to cringe a little at her foul mouth. Sure, the boys and him used that kinda language, but this particular lady was all about cuss words. Harry kept his head to the right, just curious about who else was the one who hated this ceremony as much as him. The door knob turned and finally, she walked in.

There, at the door was Miley Cyrus. Harry quickly looked down and laughed to himself while lightly shaking his head. Of course. The foul mouth, the talk about the joint, the hate for 'formal, fake shit.' How can he not recognize that accent and that bold voice? Every Sunday Gemma had a Hannah Montana marathon. He had heard this voice pretty much half of his teenage years.

Miley was walking quite slow and stopped by one of the wash basins. Harry looked at her again, she was wearing black boots that went up to her ankles with thick golden zips on the sides. She had a pair of tight, black shorts on and a white crop top above it, just as tight. She topped it off with a black leather jacket, but still, her bellybutton ring and abs were visible. She had her signature hot red lipstick and quiff on. Around her neck were numerous golden necklaces. He had seen a few of them in her videos. He could recognize the 'Doll' and 'M' necklaces easily. Miley was engrossed looking down at her phone while frowning, not even acknowledging the other person in the washroom who had been checking her out.

Finally she lifted her eyes from her phone and looked up. Through the mirror, her blue-green eyes met with a pair of piercing green eyes, that were rimmed with red. She turned to her right and looked at him, a big, wide smile forming on her face already. "Styles!" she exclaimed. Harry smiled a little smile just to be polite. "How you doin' man? Haven't seen you in a long time!" she extended her hand towards him. Harry was quite surprised. It was like she was meeting a 'homie' after two years. They didn't even talk but still, she talked like he was her best friend. He shook hands with her and was even more surprised. Usually when he shook hands with other singers models and actresses, their handshakes were soft and gentle. Miley had soft, girly palms too but her handshake was very firm and confident.

Now Harry had to smile a big, real smile, the one that made his dimples pop out. There was something very amusing about Miley's bold attitude that pleased him. "I'm doing good, Cyrus! How are you holding up?" he replied to her question just in the way she has asked him. Miley laughed lightly. She had never been called by her last name.

"I'm doing good too, just kinda bummed up about this fucking stupid ceremony." Her smile had disappeared and instead, a scowl covered her face. "I mean, what is this shit? Who gives a fuck about how many sales you made on your fucking album if you ain't gonna donate even a small single fucking dollar??" This time Harry couldn't stop himself from cringing at her cuss words and to his bad luck, or as he thought it was, Miley noticed it all. He thought she would either be embarrassed or roll her eyes at him and walk away but she let out a puff of air she was holding in and laughed loudly. An actual, real laugh. The kind where she closed her eyes shut tightly and just laughed.

Harry was more than confused now. Shouldn't she be offended? Finally she stopped laughing and looked at him, breathing heavily, still smiling wide as her amused eyes took in Harry's confused expression. "Oh Styles.." She shook her head and turned to the mirror, placing her purse on the counter and fetched out a small lipstick tube from it. She leaned forward and applied a fresh dab of it while Harry felt awkward and was contemplating about staying in there for a little more time or to go out and join that horrific award show again. Miley leaned back up and took out her mascara tube when she looked at him and noticed how tired Harry looked. He was leaning against the counter, lost in thought.

She frowned. She doesn't know him well and they don't talk at all but she heard herself saying before she could think. "You look like you need to shit but you can't." What? Both of them were equally surprised and amused by that one line and again, light laughter echoed through the empty restroom's wall. Harry rubbed his eyes with the heels of his palm. "Just really tired.. I wanna be anywhere but here. I want to sleep. I want to relax. I need to breath!" He realized how he just blurted it all out in front of a almost-stranger.

"I'm sorry." He said.

But Miley didn't look like she minded it or was surprised by his outburst. If anything, she looked a bit concerned. She turned around, her back to the mirror and the counter and hopped on top of the counter, sitting down on it. " Tell me more." She said in a calm manner, as if this all was very natural. Harry was shocked. "What?" he asked, in case he heard her wrong. "Tell me more. Tell me how you feel. Let your frustration out. I'm listening."

Harry shook his head. Miley may be able to do the whole always-everyone's-best-friend role, but he can't. He barely knows her. "Nevermind.." he politely rejected Miley's offer in his thick British accent and raspy voice. Miley sighed like she knew this was gonna happen and like she had dealt with this a lot. "I'm gonna ask you a few questions, Styles. Just answer them honestly. You, and everyone on the planet earth who knows me, knows that I'm not the kind of person to judge." Harry gulped. She wasn't wrong. Plus, that didn't sound bad. He could lose his frustrations and who knows? Miley has been dealing with fame since her childhood, she may be able to help him. It's a win-win situation. He looked up at her, nodding is head.

"Okay, deal."

A/n : OH MY GID I'M SO SO SO SORRY GUYS I KNOW IT SEEMS LIKE THIS STORY IS NOT GONNA BE UPDATED BUT I HAVE BEEN LAZY ABOUT THIS. BUT NO MORE. I'M GOING TO UPDATE IT REGULARLY NOW AND I WOULD LOVE TO SEE SOME RESPONCE THANK YOU.