Your boss gave you another impossible task to do. Shoot a short documentary on Harry Styles. The film was nothing more than just a deal between your boss and his friend, Harry's manager who was desperate to warm up his client's image. You were supposed to meet him today, talk with him for a bit, exchange ideas for the movie.
You were sitting on a definitely too expensive chair in his manager's office, waiting impatiently for the star to appear. You looked at you watch. Wow, 20 minutes late. How ironic. You were here to help them save Harry's career but it looked like he didn't even care. You sighed and run your hand through your hair.
"He's gonna be here any second. I'm sure there is a reason for this.." his manager said but you could see even he didn't believe in his own words.
Five minutes later, you were about to stand up and leave when the door flew open revealing Harry with messy but somehow cool hairstyle in a bird printed shirt and skinny jeans. You had to admit.. he looked fine as hell.
"Sorry. Emergency." he said walking in. He stopped in his tracks when he noticed you. "Good morning. I'd say gazelle..." he smirked looking up at Leo, the manager. You frowned. What was he even talking about. Was that an inside joke or what?
"Stop it." his manager hissed. "This is Y/N Y/L/N."
"Okay. Hello. Can I call you Blair? It suits you better.." he said taking a seat next to me. It sounded like a question but it definitely wasn't one.
"Well, I'd actually prefer if you called me by my real na.."
"I'm meeting someone in half an hour so can we be quick?" he asked and your jaw dropped. How dared he even ask this.. he was almost 30 minutes late and he is asking to wrap it up in 20 minutes... can't be serious...
"Harry.. I'm begging you. Can you give at least one single fuck about your career. One would be enough, really. I'm so fucking stressed out because of you that my own wife doesn't recognize me recently. Help me out here Y/N. What is your plan?" Leo sounded really desperate at this point.
"So I was thinking, since it's gonna be a documentary, that we'd follow Mr. Styles for a few days here and there..."
"Wait, what?" Harry laughed out loud and you could see the pain in his manager's eyes.
"Carry on.." Leo said softly not paying any attention to his client.
"Yyy.. we've come to a conclusion that shooting an interview where we seat in front of each other and talk would be too stiff, too formal. We've decided to shoot some every day stuff, walk around and get some more spontaneous and natural material, if you know what I mean."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." he laughed again. It made you clench your jaw and sighed. This job was going to be a torture.
"Harry, if you bothered to read the e-mail, you'd know." Leo hissed, his piercing eyes fixed on him.
"Well sorry" he huffed.
What a baby... - you thought.
"We are shooting a documentary on you to warm up your image and save your career, Mr. Styles." you explained simply.
There was a silence for a minute or two. Leo was looking at Harry who was playing with his fingers waiting for any type of reaction from him.
"And you want to follow me around? How is that gonna warm up my image?" he raised his eyes and stared at you for a moment. It was the first time you looked into his eyes and God Almighty they were gorgeous. Why do pricks get the best eyes?
"Well... we're gonna show the world the real you. Clear your name.." you continued to explain and he chuckled.
"You heard that Leo? They want to show the world the real me! They want to show what a great guy I am!" he ran his hand through his hair. "Oh God... that was funny.. the problem is.. this is me. You're not clearing anyone's name by showing this" he pointed at himself. "Too bad.. well.. the idea's shitty so I'll let you work on that" he said standing up. "It was nice meeting you Blair. Till next time I guess. Talk to you later, Leo" with that he just left the room.
You were sitting there looking at his manager in utter disbelief. How can someone be so damn careless and disrespectful? Both of you were trying to help his ass...
"I apologize. He's not normally like this" Leo started but you cut him off.
"Yes he is. That's why I'm here.. and I am sorry, that you have to deal with him on a daily basis" you stood up and shook his hand.
"Yeah.." he chuckled. "But believe me when I say that.. he really isn't such a dick"
"We'll see I guess.." you half-smiled knowing you were basically screwed..
