I'm Not Sure of My Feelings for You 2 (Harry Styles and Camila Cabello)

Chapter 82 I Don't Blame You

Today is when my partner and I have to go to that radio station to do an interview. I've been on tons of fucking radio stations and all they do is ask the same shit. Are either one of you in a relationship? Who's your favorite celebrity? You guys are millionaires, so how do you spend your free time? Those dumbass questions.

Miguel (My partner) and I are the same age, his dad owns half of the Taco Bell's in the country so Miguel was able to start a music recording business. How did he find me? Well he said I could sing and offered to be my agent, I turned him down and asked for a job instead. Don't get all hyper that I can sing, I don't sing in public, he just heard me sing when I was trying to take a piss.

I decide not to wear those khakis and a polo cause its just a radio station. Instead I'm wearing my black jeans and a blue button up shirt, my hair slicked back as usual. I text Miguel to dress casual and he agrees and tells me what he's wearing, I tell him that he's acting like a pussy for telling me what he's wearing cause frankly I could give less than a fuck.

          (Chocolate The 1975)

I go outside to my car flinging my jacket in the back seat. I open the window on the roof of my car, turning the music all the way up, and unbotton a couple buttons just in case I see some women.

I drive with one hand while my arm is out the window just hanging there, looking "cool." Many girl pass by me licking their lips and smirking at me, I just shake my head and laugh at them. At a red light a red open car with about five girls in it are beside me.

  "Hey, curly." The blonde says to me, bringing her glasses down to her nose, as I do the same to get a better look at her. "You should call me sometime." She smirks at me while her friends giggle, she throws me a card that almost misses my window but doesn't. "I'm free whenever." She winks at me, then drives away. I put the card in my wallet where numerous numbers from other girls are, and there they will stay.

The drive to my office takes forever, I have to pick up Miguel.

"Hey bro, thanks for picking me up." He fist bumps me.

  "Yeah well get your ass in the car so we can get this over with." I say and he just chuckles. He finds me hilarious, and that is the only reason I tolerate him.

  "I see you got another number." He checks out my wallet. "Same man." He shows me his. The both of us used to be badasses but changed, I don't know why he changed.

  "Yeah it was a blonde this time." He nods his head in agreement as if his was blonde as well. The rest of the ride is silent with the exception of the loud music blaring through my radio.

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  When we get there a security guard leads us to the exact floor. He's a bit younger than the two of us.

  "Here's the floor, have fun." He says in a raspy girl voice, which causes me to laugh and Miguel to grin and shake his head.

  "Hi I'm Kim." A blonde with pink haired girl tells us. Miguel licks his lips but she doesn't see him. "I will be taking care of you both today." She smiles and lust passes through Miguel's eyes, I elbow him and he returns to normal.

She leads us talking about random ass shit that I don't care about, while Miguel stares at her and her boobs. "Well you will be interviewed here in this sound booth, and you both obviously know a lot about that so I won't bore you about it." She laughs at her own joke, while Miguel joins in. She smiles at him then runs around the corner.