"What the actual fuck, Harry." Were the first words I woke up to this morning.
"Whaaaaaattt." I groggily respond rolling over to my side to face whoever the fuck thought it was a good idea to wake me up with such fighting words.
"Look Harry. What is this?!" A more familiar sounding voice speaks. I surprise myself by opening my eyes instead of rolling them, and I'm greeted with Louis. Well, a not so happy Louis. I skim my eyes over the contents of Louis' hands; a magazine.
"A fucking magazine, you idiot." I huff, shutting my eyes and letting my arm fall onto my face to block the harsh sunlight seeping into my room.
"I swear to g-" Suddenly, I'm on the floor.
"Ow, you dick! What the fuck was that for?!" I say standing to my feet. Louis doesn't say anything, but shoves the magazine furthur into my face. I blink a couple times, letting my eyes adjust.
On the magazine is a picture of me... and... who the fuck is that? Damn, I was drunk off my ass, wasn't I? My eyes shift to the next picture, and I nearly shit myself.
"Fuck!" I yell, grabbing the magazine from Louis' hands to bring it closer to my face only to realise, yes, I am kissing whoever this is, and yes, it is now on magazines probably everywhere.
"Who is that?!" I scream again at Louis this time.
"Read the fucking magazine you prick!" Was his response.
"Ariana Grande... no fucking way... no no no, this can't be happening! I haven't even seen her since our song just a bit- wait no, what was it again... tiny bi- whatever the fuck it was!" I feel my hands shaking as threw the magazine onto my bed. My eyes glance over at my phone and my heart drops.
"Oh fuck, management." I sigh running over to my phone and yanking the charger out of it, mentally high-fiving my drunk self for actually remembering to plug it in.
"Shiiiiiiiit." I drag out as I stare at the multiple missed calls and texts from management filling up my phone screen.
Harry, answer your phone now.
Harry, this is management, this is urgent.
Harry, do you really want to be a fucking baker again???
Oh wait, that one was from Liam.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck louis what do I do?!" I mutter still scrolling through all the notifications. My head was spinning, and being hungover really didn't help with that.
"I mean, my advice would probably be to answer management, yeah that's probably a good idea..."
I tune out Louis as my eyes make contact with the notification on my screen.
One missed call from Ariana.
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back to you. | hariana au
FanfictionI hate it, I love it, but I keep on coming back to you. harry and ariana meet at a club and try to forget each other to save their career, but they can't stay away from each other.
