Behind Fame (A Harry Styles Fan-Fic)

Chapter 25

After a good hour of sitting in a chair waiting for colour to dry and then finally getting my hair washed, blow-dried and straightened, I finally look into the mirror and sigh with relief. I love this look and colour! It suits me much better than blonde. At least she didn't cut it much, my hair reaches just past my breasts, so I'm happy with that.

I thank the hairdresser and pay at the counter and happily walk out of the store.

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When I finally reach my car, I get in, start the engine and debate over whether or not I should go home and change to impress the people Harry associates with. I decide to make a quick stop to my city flat to grab some new clothes.

The drive is still long since the traffic has not eased at all. I sit there impatiently drumming my fingers against the steering wheel. I'm so nervous about meeting the whole band, I literally have a sick feeling building up in my stomach.

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As soon as I park on the side of the road in front of my flat, I unlock the door and run inside, not even locking it behind me. I sprint upstairs and decide my hair looks long, shiny and nearly black and the contrast with my blue eyes, tan skin and almost black hair looks great together! I flick off my shoes, before I aggressively take off my knit and pants. I look at the mess of clothes on the floor and frown. I will have to tidy that later. I open my wardrobe and stare once again, trying to find something suitable and casual, but cute. I decide on my short, plain white, tight, yet loose dress, which has a bit of an envelope effect at the bottom with different lengths and layers. I grab my simple looking, brown sandals and put them on. Lucky I shaved this morning, I wouldn't have expected to wear a dress today. I quickly walk to my mirror and lightly touch up my makeup keeping it as simple as my outfit.

I freeze when I hear a creak down stairs, but continue to finish my makeup.

I glance in the big mirror and I'm really happy with how my outfit turned out! It looks simple, effortless and I feel confident in it.

I grab my brown handbag and shove all my stuff in it and make my way out of the house, locking the door and heading to my car.

The drive is to short, since the location Harry texted me is in the heart of London just like my flat. When I arrive to a large building in the city I realise this is the one. I hesitantly get out of the car and take a very deep calming breath before walking inside.

In the reception area, there're a lot of people who look like stressed out, yet happy. I assume they're the crew for 1D Day and are helping put the live stream together.

As I walk a little further into the room a tough security guard puts a hand on my shoulder and stops me.

"You can't be here miss." He says firmly, not removing his hand.

"Uhh... Harry sorta invited me." I say, as innocent as I can manage.

"I find that hard to believe, now off you go", he leads me towards the exit. "How did you get the address anyway?"

"Harry gave it to me. Please believe me?" I say, coming of very desperate.

He looks thoughtful, as he looks lost in thought. "Do you have any proof?" He says nicer now.

"Well, I guess I have texts with him, that's about it." I say, slower then before.

"Here's what i'll do. Ill take you inside and Harry can tell me if he knows you. That sound alright?" He says, giving me a small smile.

"Thank you much! Sorry for being a pain!" I say, as he leads me through the crowed of people towards a black double door.

"No worries! The only reason I believe you is because you're actually staying calm. If you were a diehard fan, you'd have probably passed out by now!" He laughs, over all the noise. I join him in laughing.