Before (h.s fanfic)

Surprise!

*Rennae POV*

For the past week or so, Harry and I have kept a solid routine. Every day we either get coffee together or just sit in the bakery and eat. One day this week I even brought him a sandwich and he brought me one! Honestly I just really enjoy myself around him.

I catch him gazing at me sometimes and he always goes out of his way to wink at me or make me laugh. I have also noticed that he hasn't told me about any girl drama or one night stands.

See at first glance, you wouldn't think of Harry as a "womanizer" or one who has sex and moves on the next day. He really doesn't give off that vibe. Once you get to know him though, you find out that yes, he does "get around" but in reality, he's just a little boy at heart. I honestly see his good qualities.

We actually share a lot of interests. We both love to sing and are both profoundly bad at it (or so he says, I'm not actually sure). We both drink too much coffee and are cat enthusiasts. I think we both just truly enjoy each others company.

I'm now on my way home from work after a fun day with Harry. It wasn't too busy today so we chit-chatted a lot. I approach my apartment and unlock the door.

Greeting my cat as usual I pull out a pack of ramen and boil some water. I flip on the television and sit down with my bowl while scrolling through Tumblr. I like to call this "multi-tasking." In a few minutes X-Factor starts and I know Harry will be watching, so I shoot him a text.

'Four more minutes! Prepare yourself for a lot of cringing :) x'

The program starts and I don't get a response. He might just be too engrossed in the television? It's not a big deal. Halfway through the show I'm zoning out and going in and out of stalking on Twitter and watching. I then hear a familiar voice.

My eyes shoot up to the TV and I honestly think that I'm seeing things. I rub my eyes, but to no avail. I still see the one and only Harry Styles standing ob the X-Factor stage.

*HARRY POV *

I can't believe I'm doing this. This is absurd. I have to leave.

'No Harry! You can't work at a bakery your whole life!' My subconscious says.

I know I have to at least try this. No one knows I can sing besides my Mum and sister, Gemma. I even told Rennae that I'm terrible! I know that in a few minutes she will be watching me on her TV at home completely flabbergasted (hopefully).

I shake all the fear that I have off and try to think about what I'm singing. This has to work out.

"Harry Stootles" a nasally voice calls.

"Oh um, it's Styles..." I add but she ignores me as I follow her to the side of the main stage.

My foot it bouncing up and down in my brown leather boots. I'm wearing my normal black pants and white tee-shirt. It hangs low so you can see the two birds adorning my upper chest.

I feel a hand on my shoulder and an official looking man mouths "Go."

Well, here goes nothing.

I walk center stage and timidly talk into the microphone

"Um, hello. My name is Harry Styles."