Harry Styles Stories 2019

Connect

"I miss you," he said, his voice raspy and weary.

"I miss you, too."

"I wish you were here with me," said Harry. "I know you didn't wanna be, cause it's crazy, but-"

"I never said I didn't wanna be," I interrupted.

"Well, you can't. And I get it."

With a sigh, I rolled over onto my stomach as I gnawed on the inside of my cheek. The truth was, I wanted to be with him more than anything. I just felt like it was too soon. We'd only started dating a few months before he left for the tour. Things had been such a whirlwind then, that it was a wonder we'd managed to actually become a thing. I'd worried that we'd moved too fast, and when Harry asked me to consider flying out for some of the shows, I'd hesitated. In the end, I'd told him I couldn't do anything on a short notice since I didn't have vacation time yet and my job was still relatively new. But I promised I would make plans to be with him for his final show in Los Angeles. He'd said he understood, but each time we talked on the phone, he seemed to miss me more and more. It broke my heart to say the least.

"I just don't think I can-"

"Lily," he interrupted this time. "It's okay. Let's change the subject."

That night when I went to bed, I thought about our conversation. Though the rest of it had been sweet and light-hearted, I had felt the weight of Harry's tone. He wasn't mad, or even upset, but I could tell he was having a hard time concealing his emotions.

Throwing the covers off of me, I hopped out of bed and grabbed my laptop. Like the word nerd I was, I googled.

Emotion. Noun. A natural instinctive state of mind deriving from one's circumstances, mood, or relationships with others.

Relationship. Noun. The way in which two or more concepts, objects, or people are connected, or the state of being connected.

Harry and I were connected. I knew it from the moment we met. Not to sound cheesy, like it was some grand scene of kismet in a rom com, but I'd felt something that first day.

Literally, it had been my first day at my new job. After years of trying to be a writer and applying for any kind of position that was remotely associated with writing, taking jobs as a receptionist at a local fluff newspaper and a data entry operator in the accounting department of a publishing company, and even working behind the counter at a bookstore, I'd finally landed my dream job. Well, not so much dream as it was...how shall I put this...the bottom of the totem pole at a company I wanted to work for. Everyone's gotta start somewhere, right? So what if I was pouring coffee and scheduling meetings and *cough* picking up dry cleaning? I was working for an amazing magazine. No, I was writing anything yet, but I was finally getting somewhere!

The stars must have been aligned that day. Being the "new girl", I was lead around the office by my boss as she introduced me to everyone. We'd just made it past the editing department when Candace, my boss lifted her cell to her ear with a frown.

I didn't understand the conversation, especially with only hearing one side of it, but I certainly caught the words "Harry Styles" and "lunch interview" followed by a few expletives. My breath stilled, and I'm pretty sure my heart did too. Trying to act casual as Candace returned her phone to her pocket, I blinked several times and shifted the weight between my feet.

"Lily," she turned to me. "I know it's your first day and you barely know your way around here, but I need a favor."

I nodded. "Of course."

Her expression relaxed as she gave a gentle smile. "Congratulations. You get the opportunity no one else has ever gotten on their first day."

I wasn't sure why I'd agreed to it, other than the fact that I'd wanted this job more than anything, and impressing Candace was my top priority. But to say I was a nervous wreck as I rode next to her in her BMW to a restaurant so luxurious I'd only ever dreamed of dining there, was an understatement. Apparently Candace's head writer had gotten into an accident on the freeway that morning and was unable to get to the interview on time. That meant either sending someone else to have lunch with Harry Styles or going herself. Deciding quickly on the latter, and because it was my first day as her personal assistant, I got to tag along, notebook in hand. Well, not exactly in hand. It was in my bag. But you get the idea.