The Reinvention of Harry Styles (Completed)

Chapter 34

When he returned to his hotel room, alone, Harry was still trembling from his encounter with Jeff. He couldn't believe he had just fired his manager - just like that! He poured himself a drink to calm his nerves and slowly slid down to the floor. He took a deep breath before pulling out his phone and calling Molly.

"Come on, please pick up!" He said to himself as the call reached the third or fourth ring. He hung up when he got her voicemail, and dropped his phone.

*Please call me, I need to talk to you

He texted, and tossed his phone on the bed before hopping in the shower. He tried to relax, but even the shower made him feel on edge. He knew Molly was likely out with her friends, and probably couldn't hear her phone ringing. But of all nights for her to leave him to his own devices, he needed her now more than ever.

He eagerly checked his phone when he exited the shower, and pretended not to be disappointed when he didn't see anything from Molly. He had many other new texts - from Jeff, and other members of his team asking him what the fuck was going on - but he ignored those. He needed to talk to Molly; he needed her reassurance that he'd done the right thing, and for her to tell him what to do next. She must have some idea of what to do, since she was the one who wanted him to fire Jeff.

Harry poured himself another drink and paced the room for a bit, before deciding to call his sister. Gemma and Molly were kind of like friends, right? He thought so, and hoped Molly had said something to Gemma.

As the phone rang, he realized not only how unlikely that was, but also how late (or early) it was in London. She probably had her phone in silent, and it went voicemail, just like Molly's. He figured he'd give Molly another call just in case she didn't see his texts or previous calls.

Shockingly, the ringing stopped, and someone picked up the phone. There was a bit of background noise, and Harry wondered if Molly had accidentally answered her phone in her pocket or something.

"It says 'Harry', who do you think that is?- oh shit, I think we accidentally answered it?" A girl said in a muffled, distance, voice.

"Maybe it's that mysterious boyfriend she keeps ignoring each time we ask her about him?" A second muffled voice answered, and they both giggled. "Molly! We accidentally answered your phone!"

"Lilly, she can't hear you," the first voice replied. "Let's talk to him," she whispered to her friend, unaware Harry could hear her, and the friend eagerly agreed. "Who is this?" She said into the phone, and Harry froze. These were possibly Molly's friends - the ones who had gone to his concert that night - and it's likely they would recognize him on the phone.

"Is this Harry?" The other girl asked when he didn't say anything.

Harry cleared his throat and put on his best American accent. "Yeah."

The girls both giggled, and one of them said "he sounds hot."

"Shut up, Alexa, this is Molly's boyfriend," Lilly reprimanded her friend. "You're Molly's boyfriend, right?"

Harry paused. "Last I checked, I was."

The girls giggled again, and Lilly 'whispered' to Alexa, "yeah, no, you're right: he does sound hot."

"He also sounds American, or am I drunk? I thought Molly said he was British?" Lilly pondered, and Harry cursed to himself. So he was supposed to sound British, but not like Harry Styles?

"She said he lived in London, but maybe he's not British?" Alexa added, and Harry's heart rate slowed down. "And also, yes - you are drunk." The girls both laughed at this, and seemed to forget Harry was on the phone until he spoke up.