The Reinvention of Harry Styles (Completed)

Chapter 6

On their way to get their hair done, Gemma and Molly stopped by Harry's place to drop off Molly's suitcases and pick up her house key. Harry was busy enough that day as it was, but he spent his morning turning one of his guest bedrooms (the one closest to his own room) into Molly's new bedroom. He hoped to finish up before Molly and Gemma arrived, but his manager made an unexpected visit, which was not out of the ordinary.

"Come in, Jeff," Harry shouted down the stairs before returning to work. Jeff eventually joined Harry and watched him with suspicion as Harry threw some new sheets on the mattress. "Can you grab that corner?" He asked, and Jeff obliged. As the two made the bed, Harry heard the unmistakable sound of his sister's laugh outside.

"This is the back entrance, no one really uses the front door, except Harry when he actually wants the paps to see him," Gemma explained and Molly followed her inside. "Where is that brother of mine? Harold?!" She shouted, and Harry appeared at the top of the stairs, Jeff slightly behind him.

"Sorry, I was just getting Molly's...office set up," he explained.

"Office?" Jeff asked, and looked over the room, which contained a bed, a dresser, a closet, its own bathroom, but no desk or chair.

"Molly's a writer," Harry answered, and downstairs, Gemma's eyebrows shot up.

"Yes, that's how we met," she turned to Molly. "And became friends."

"Molly, I wanted it to be a surprise," Harry lied on the spot, "but I'm going to let you pick out a desk for your office."

Molly's eyes shot open and she squealed with semi-mock delight. "Thank you Harry!"

"Harry, get down here and carry your girlfriend's heavy suitcase up to your room!" Gemma shouted, and Harry jumped a little before rushing down the stairs. He felt Jeff's eyes on him as he gave Molly a hug and kissed her on the cheek before grabbing both of her suitcases and rushing back upstairs to place them in his room.

"I'll get out of your way soon, but I just stopped by because I needed to know Molly's middle name," Jeff asked Harry. "For her visa, of course."

'Right.' Harry thought, and tried to recall what Molly had said her middle name was. 'Anne? No Harry, that's your sister's middle name. But it begins with "An.."... Andrea, Anthony-no that's not a girls name. Antelope-that's not even a name...'

"Annabelle," Harry remembered. "It was her grandmother's name." He smiled back down at Molly, proud he'd remembered, and then back at Jeff.

"Thanks. I'll see you later for the premier," Jeff stated, and descended the stairs, nodding politely to Gemma and Molly on his way out.

As the door clicked shut behind him, Gemma burst out laughing. "Who spit in his tea?"

"We kinda did," Molly answered and exchanged amused glances with Harry.

"You two are killing me." Gemma rolled her eyes and laughed. "So you're a writer? Me too!" Gemma asked Molly as they climbed the stairs to check out her 'office.'

"Kinda. I have a deal to ghostwrite a book. I've done something like it before, and I occasionally write articles for a few sites. That's how Harry and I met, actually," Molly explained. "So this is my room?"

"Yes, I hope it's suitable," Harry asked as he retrieved her suitcases from his room and put them in hers. "You've got your own bathroom, too."

Molly peaked through the bathroom door. "That is a massive bathtub!" She walked up to it, leaning on the edge of the tub. "Oh yes, this is definitely suitable," she cooed and turned back to Harry.