Picture Perfect | Larry Stylinson

Nine

Harry sat and flipped through the local newspaper, sipping at the coffee that Liam had made for them. It was good to be back home where he didn't have anything to worry about. Granted, it hadn't been that long since he was last there, but that didn't matter. When he was at home, he was happier because he was surrounded by people that meant most to him and there wasn't any of the big city or fame drama that went on when he was in London. With that being said, he was hoping that Liam or his family wouldn't further the conversation on it. He wasn't in the mood to talk about it because it made him angry and he didn't want to be angry, not while he was in his safe space that blocked him from all of that.

"You look like you belong in some ad that belongs in a home magazine," Liam chuckled, shaking Harry from his thoughts.

"A good cuppa will do that to a person," Harry chuckled. "You know what I miss about living in Cheshire? This newspaper."

Liam quirked his eyebrow at Harry. "Of all things and people in Cheshire, you miss the damn newspaper?"

"Seriously! My name isn't anywhere in it. There is absolutely nothing about a model named Harry Styles mentioned," Harry continued to explain.

"I suppose I could forward them down to you if you want," Liam suggested.

Harry finally tore his eyes from the paper, giving Liam a smile. "That isn't necessary. I just really love coming here and not seeing my name associated with that ass clown's."

Liam chuckled at that. Harry went back to reading the newspaper, getting himself caught up on the events happening in his hometown. Sometimes, he really missed living in Cheshire, debating on what university he should go to to start business school. He was overly thankful for everything that he's gotten from his career, but sometimes, he just wanted to go back in time - when it was simpler. When he didn't have to worry about some washed up, irrelevant actor ruining his life.

"So, are you excited to go to Spain?" Liam asked, biting into a slice of toast.

"It hasn't sunk in that I'm even going yet. I can't believe that this is going to be the start to my career as a professional model. It feels like life is about to change completely," Harry gushed.

Liam had a small smile on his face. "Are you sure that you're ready for what's going to come with it?"

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, his cup halfway to his mouth.

"Once this shoot gets out and you're the coverboy, the fame is going to hit. You're going to become like Gigi and Bella and everyone is going to want to know who you are, your personal life. They're going to want to know more than they do right now," Liam explained to him, causing a small flutter in Harry's stomach.

"But they already know about me through Kendall," Harry countered in attempt to calm his nerves about the situation.

"All they know you as is Kendall's gay best friend. You're not the focus - Kendall is. I hate to use this word because I know you don't like it, but Kendall is more famous than you. She's from a very famous family and the media is obsessed with them. They're never going to focus that much on her friends unless they're Gigi or Taylor because none of them are worth focusing on, no offense," Liam continued. "You're dealing with the whole Louis thing and don't like the paparazzi or attention now. That's just a bump in the road that can and has started to go away. What are you going to do when it becomes a constant thing?"

Harry was quiet. He didn't think about it that thoroughly. All he wanted to do was model and do what he loved. Now that Liam had explained what could happen and slapped him with the reality of it, he wasn't so sure that he wanted to do it anymore. He knew that part of him could be exaggerating it a little bit because that's what he's seen through the media with the models that he had mentioned, but there was also that element of truth to it. He thought back to what it was like when he was at his apartment and the swarm of paparazzi was waiting outside for him. He didn't like that - at all. It was scary and overwhelming. Nobody had prepared him for it or told him what to do like they do in the movies. He couldn't imagine that being a constant thing in his life.