Six Degrees of Separation (Harry/Marcel Fanfic)

Chapter 2

-HARRY’S POV-

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I rolled over and hit the snooze button. It was six am. Why do I have to be up so early? I forgot I had an interview in a few hours. And it’s my birthday today. But then again it’s just another day. It really isn’t the highlight of my life. I’m eighteen. But my best mates are throwing a party for me.  I am finally old enough to drink. Hopefully, tonight will be the best night of my life. I’m ready but is the rest of the world ready.

I rolled out of bed and decided that I would take a shower. I needed to wake myself up. I was never a morning person. I turned the water up to warm and let it brush against my skin. Tickling every inch of my body cleansing my soul. Deep I know. After spending about twenty minutes in the shower I decided to get out. I had to leave for my interview in an hour.

I stepped into my bedroom and picked something casual. I looked at my phone and had a few texts from my friends and my mom. They were wishing me a happy birthday. My best mates told me that they would also see me in an hour at the interview. I looked at the clock and noticed that I was in the shower for an hour. It felt more like twenty minutes but I don’t have a water proof watch. I logged into twitter and saw that ‘Happy Birthday Harry’ was trending. What wonderful fans they were! I love every single fan that wished me a happy birthday. They were the best.

Once I was changed I made my way to the fridge and grabbed something to eat. I wasn’t really hungry but going to an interview on an empty stomach was a big no-no. I then grabbed my wallet and keys and made my way to the parking deck. I got into my car and made my way to the exit of the parking deck. The street was covered in fans screaming my name. They were attacking my car and I just smiled at them.

I started scrolling through my phone checking out Twitter and scanning through the tweets about me. So many people say how much they love me and stuff. I don’t see why they love me. I’m just a normal guy. Am I really that good looking? Oh wait I am! I’m Harry fucking Styles for god sakes. Any girl would be lucky to talk to me. She would be lucky if I smiled at her.

Then I felt the car stop and I realized that I was at the place where I would be attending for the interview. My other band members are probably there. They can’t start the interview without me. I make this band great. Without me, they wouldn’t be this famous. I am everything this band. You know I have thought time and time again about changing the name to “Harry and the boys” but I don’t want to be that mean.  I mean I am everything this band lives for. I am the favorite after all. The guys are just the background. Maybe if they tried a little harder they could be the favorites. Maybe they could be a little better looking. Then again I don’t want them out shining me.

I walked out of the car being engulfed in the screams of the teenage girls. Some were crying and I’m wondering why they were crying? Then again I’m Harry Styles. I have that effect on women.  I made my way through them signing a few autographs and smiling at a few. I melted their hearts with my white toothy smile. Oh and let’s not forget about my green orbs they are all obsessed with. Yes, I know about the endless amount of fanfictions they write about me. Can’t help but love some of them. Then there are ones that are kind of creepy but I still read them. I always need some good literature. Why not read about myself? I sound hot in those stories but I’m hotter in real life. They just don’t know me like I do.

I walked into the room where the interview was being held and saw my four other band members sitting on a large couch. They all looked at me like I was late to the party or something. I was only ten minutes late. It’s not like they are going to take some of my money away or better yet fire me. Ha! They need me. This band needs me!