Chaos.
That was what erupted in Harry's life when Dan, his guitarist of three years, proclaimed that he no longer wanted to work with the quirky-haired lad and refused to come on yet another tour with Harry. Stuck up and arrogant were two of the kindest ways he described Harry. Harry had taken his words to heart and when he went home the day Dan used those words, he cried.
Dan couldn't care less that he leaves Harry in a very comprising position. He needs to find a new guitarist within two weeks or he will have to postpone, or even worse cancel the tour. Something he really didn't want to. He loved his fans so much, and had no intentions of ever letting them down.
The very first day after Dan dropped the time bomb on Harry, he went into tons of meetings to see what he could do about this catastrophe. Meetings that lasted for hours upon hours. He discussed with his team and proposed several suggestions for how he would find a new guitarist.
However they also had to have meetings with Dan about how they would approach everything in media. Dan kindly agreed that they could say anything they wanted, as long as he didn't have to continue working with the ego that is Harry Styles.
Harry really didn't understand what he had ever done to make Dan hate him so much. He had acted nothing but kind towards the older lad and he felt disappointed that Dan thought so lowly of him.
When an entire week had passed and Harry still didn't have a new guitarist he decided to go to a local pub. He just wanted to have a drink and not have to think about the biggest problem in his life.
After having two pints he really needed the loo, and started walking in the direction of where the toilets were located. However he bumped in to someone on his way and looked up to see a pair of blue eyes looking back at him.
The blue eyes were wide and his blonde hair was tousled. He looked good, Harry had to admit that.
"Sorry mate. My bad." the blond lad spoke up and his irish accent was so obvious. Harry shook his head before speaking.
"It's okay." he sends a smile to the slightly shorter lad.
"No, I'm serious. I'm so sorry. Can I get you an apology-pint?" he asked and Harry pondered over it for a few seconds. He'd like a free pint. Also, this guy seemed like a really easy going one, and Harry thought it'd be nice to make a new friend.
"Yeah, okay." he agreed and followed the blond back over to the bar. The blond ordered two pints and then focused his gaze on Harry.
"I'm Niall by the way." he said and held his hand out for Harry to shake.
"Harry." he said in that deep husky voice of his. As he said his name, a grin spread across Niall's face.
"I know. Don't think you can go unnoticed, Styles. You're one of the most famous artist in the world ya know." he said in an amused tone, and Harry probably should have stopped talking to Niall right there and then. He should have just went home. But it's good he didn't.
There was something inside of him that made him feel like Niall wouldn't alert the media, nor use him. Hell, here Niall was knowing who Harry was and buying him a pint.
Harry waved away Niall's statement and the two of them sat down at the bar and happily started chatting away.
Hours pass, and pint after pint are being consumed and Harry is sure he hasn't ever had this fun before.
"So, Niall Horan. What do you do in your spare time? What are your hobbies?" Harry asked, a lot more intoxicated than when he first started talking to Niall. His words came out slightly slurred but neither of them minded because he still spoke well enough to be understood.
"I'm quite the music fan, so I play the guitar, write songs from time to time. I play footie occasionally and just hang out with me friends." Niall told him but Harry could only hear one thing.
"You play the guitar?" he inquired and Niall nods.
"Yeah. I'm quite good actually. Been playin' since I was twelve." he spoke proudly and that was how Harry found his new guitarist.
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My Guitarist [n.h + h.s]
Fanfiction"This is so crazy." "Yeah, life is pretty crazy." or, Harry is a solo rock star, Niall is his new guitarist. The fans ship it. Cred for idea goes to bandstagramh on tumblr