Behind the Scenes | Harry Styles

Chapter 10

Tuesday, January 5th, 2016

My lunch date with Monica was mostly spent doing business. We briefly celebrated my new role as the co-director of a Morgan Santella film before rushing from business meeting to business meeting all across West Hollywood. During these meetings, we finalized the contract required for my role in Zayn's music video, met with the designers that were making the dress I'd be wearing to the Emmy awards ceremony, and we even toured several homes with my real estate agent since I impulsively decided I wanted to move out of my apartment. Even though my life was full of change as of recently, I figured one more big decision wouldn't make much of a difference. 

Considering the fact that I had gotten very little sleep the night before, I was exhausted and fell asleep immediately after getting home.

I woke up bright and early on Tuesday morning feeling better than I had in days. Focusing on my career had pushed my miserable private life onto the back burner, and the productivity of the previous day put me in a great mood that carried over to the morning. I had a couple of hours before I had to be at the studio, so I figured I'd work out. I hadn't been to a SoulCycle session since Tyler had been staying at my apartment, so it was about time I started to get my shit together. The longer I waited to get back on track, the less likely I would want to go. 

I forced myself out of bed, clad in a black, oversized t-shirt and underwear, and made my way into the kitchen for something to eat before heading to the gym. I decided on making a smoothie; something easy, but filling enough so I wouldn't pass out in the middle of the workout. As I finished adding frozen fruit into the blender, I heard a knock on the front door. 

I stopped dead in my tracks, confused as to who would be at my door at six in the morning. Before I could run through a mental list of everyone I knew, there was another knock, this time much louder. 

"Hold on!" I called out as ran into my room to throw on something more guest-appropriate. I settled on a bright pink silk robe that I had strewn over a chair the last time I showered and quickly walked back into the living room as I pulled it over my clothes. 

I took in the mess that I called my living room as I walked towards the front door. I hadn't had time to clean my place since the New Year's Eve party, so it looked like complete shit, with clothes and shoes littering the floor. I didn't have time to clean at this moment either, so I simply threw open the front door without a second thought only to met by none other than Tyler. 

"Hey," Tyler said. 

I stared at him speechlessly. 

"...Is this a bad time?" He asked apprehensively. He looked tense and worn out; I'd never seen him like this before. 

"Uh, no... Come in," I finally spoke, opening the door wider in order to let him in. 

He made a beeline for the couch, making sure not to step on the piles of clothing scattered all over the floor, and I followed closely after him.

"Did I wake you up?" he asked, as we settled onto the couch as far away from each other as the piece of furniture allowed. 

"No, I was just gonna go to the gym before work," I explained.

"Oh... We can do this another day if you want," Tyler suggested. 

"I'd rather just get it over with," I muttered.

"What?" he asked.

"I'd rather talk now," I responded louder this time.

"Okay," he said.