Harry Styles One Shots

No Hard Feelings 2 (Requested)

THE FIRST CHAPTER OF "BET" IS UP!

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"Hello, Ms. Shravani. It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Harry Styles, I hope we get along well."

I chuckled softly to myself, looking around the room.

Was there another Shravani in here? He couldn't possibly be talking to me, could he? Is he just playing a joke on me? He had to be.

I decided to play along with his game.

I reached my hand out and shook his, "It's a pleasure, Mr. Styles. Let's hope for an aspiring partnership."

I half expected him to break out into one of his his crooked goofy smiles where his crooked teeth show and dimples poke from either cheek and engulf me in a hug and tell me he was just messing around with me. Apologize profously and explain why he hasn't reached out to me in the last two years, tell me how much he loves me and how badly he never wants to lose me. I wanted him to get down on his knees and beg for my forgiveness.

When he didn't, there was a sharp pang in my chest. Stupid heart for setting itself up for failure.

I quickly pulled my hand from Harry's and he averted his attention back to his phone. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms over my chest. I was hesitant but I needed to seperate my private life and my personal one. I can cry and be about this when I get home tonight, right now I have a job to do. And I need to do it well or else I lose that sweet sweet $5 raise.

I redefined some of the curls on the top of his head and applied light stage makeup. I finished getting Harry dressed when their manager came into the room and told us we had 15 minutes until they had to leave.

I glared at the back of Harry's head as he walked out. I flinched mockingly at his back, muttering threats under my breath.

"Stupid asshole. I should expose you. How dare you act like you don't know me?"

I finally got rid of the shock of not seeing him for so long. The anger I once felt was once again resurfacing.

Maybe the idiot got hit by a car and lost his memories.

I shook my head to rid the violent thought. Even though it could be possible, I didn't want to imagine him getting hit by a car. Not unless it was my car.

I cleaned up my area, leaving the other's mess for them to clean up and made my way back home.

There wasn't much work to do for the boys since they were on a break from their recent tour. Aside from the ocassional interview every other week, I've had a boring day.

Today was one of those days I wish I called in sick.

I walked in to work like how I do on a normal basis. I thought nothing of the strange feeling in my gut. Something just felt off. I wanted to turn back home and tell my boss that I couldn't make it to work but I needed the money. These days without work are killing me. So I pulled myself together, got dressed and drove to the studio where the interview was being held in several hours.

With my normal makeup box, I pushed my way into the boys dressing room into a scene I wish I didn't witness.

A girl was straddling someones waist, her fingers tangled tightly in his curly brown hair. Their lips were locked in a passionate kiss, his hands roaming her body.