The Reinvention of Harry Styles (Completed)

Chapter 39

Daisy stuffed her hair up into a Chicago Cubs cap and wrapped a scarf tightly around her neck to keep the cold out. With quivering hands, she put on her large sunglasses before heading out. Daisy hated being recognized as 'Harry's whore' -as they called her, despite her attempts to set the record straight- and stayed at home or covered up if she went out. Yet, as she slipped on her jacket and tried to zip it up, there was one thing that was becoming increasingly difficult to cover up.

"Fuck," Daisy swore and tried to push the edges of her jacket closer together to get the zipper over her ever expanding baby bump. She couldn't believe she still had a couple months to go, and yet she already looked like she'd swallowed a watermelon.

'Whatever' Daisy thought, and stepped outside to face the world. Whether she got any stares and odd looks, Daisy barely noticed, as her mind was far away. She was on her way to meet someone - someone she hadn't seen for a while, and honestly hadn't seen much of him at the time. Well, she had seen a lot of him at the time, but their only meeting was brief.

Daisy looked around the busy diner for him, trying to remember what he looked like. She met eyes with someone and he raised his hand slightly in a wave.

"Conor...?" Daisy approached him. He looked much younger than she remembered now that she could see him in daylight.

"Daisy," he nodded, and she sat down across from him. She removed her sunglasses and he saw the dark circles under her eyes, the lines of worry aging her face. She looked years older than the girl who's guitar and honey voice had led him to instigate the fateful one night stand that led them to... Conor blinked when his eyes finally took in her baby bump and the reality of the situation hit him like a tsunami.

"I think we have a lot to talk about," Daisy smiled politely.

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Molly awoke on Alexa's couch with a headache, and tried to recall the previous night. But before she could collect her thoughts, Alexa slumped onto the couch next to her with a cup of coffee and her phone.

"Did you see the new insta-story Harry posted?" She asked Molly and opened the Instagram app.

"No, I just woke up," she said, and quickly rubbed her eyes to wake up a little faster. Molly had hoped Harry would continue updating his social media now that she wasn't around to remind him or take pictures for him, so she was glad to see he had posted something.

"He just posted it, but it looks like it was taken this morning. Makes sense they'd wait to post it, because they don't want fans seeing it and rushing there hoping to see him." Alexa held up her phone for Molly to watch as she hit play. It was a short video of Harry standing in front of the Eiffel Tower holding his hand out, as if he were holding it in his hand. Molly's heart ached as she wished she were the one behind the camera taking the video, enjoying Paris with Harry.

Yet here she was, in New York, on her friend's couch with a hangover. Molly needed something to occupy her mind, something to keep her busy so she wasn't constantly pining after Harry.

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Harry sat alone in his hotel room, waiting to move onto the next tour date. He wished Molly were there so he could at least have some company, and at least she could venture out into the city and enjoy it herself. Instead, Harry and a pr intern went to the Eiffel Tower that morning before it got busy, so Harry could take a short video for Instagram, before returning to his 'confinent' to his hotel room. His schedule seemed to be planned -with every detail taken into consideration- in order to dissuade the rumors that he had a secret girlfriend, especially the rumor that it was his manager. Jocelyn was irate at this ridiculous speculation, all stemming from a blurry photo of her entering Harry's dressing room to talk strategy after one of his shows.