HARRY STYLES - IMAGINES

It's New York baby HS

Part 1 of 3. I had to make three parts out of it, since this part is already around 3k words. Pt. 2 is coming soon. Enjoy xoxo

"Fucking Kendall Jenner?" I hissed angrily into the phone and closed my eyes. "Hey she is a really..." Harry defended himself quickly but I cut him off. "Humble and friendly being? Shut the fuck up." He snorted. "You and your filthy language all the time." He mumbled and I rolled over with a sigh. "Yeah whatcha gon' do? However, since when are the two of you exclusive?" I could basically hear him shrug. "Like...few days?" I gulped. "Few days...and ? How's she? What did y'all do? C'mon spill Harry!" I whined impatiently and he chuckled. "New York really is influencing you. All impatient...but what did we do..." he stopped for a few seconds, thinking hard. I almost laughed. "Harry you are dating her for maybe three days and you don't know what you did in that time? Weak." He shushed me quickly and I grinned. "Listen I have always been a bit forgetful here. But I am sure that you can look everything up on TMZ's news channel." He said a bit bitter and I frowned but said nothing. Knowing my best friend, I knew that he would explain himself. And I was right. "They exposed us. Caught us leaving some club." He said, sounding almost sad. "Caught? Sure they weren't ordered there?" I suggested, inspecting my nails. They needed a make over, urgently. "Ordered? But like from wh...oh you mean Kendall...?" he asked and I shrugged. "She would never do that. You know, she's not actually drawn to that kind of attention..." I laughed. "Sure love. And I am fucking with A$AP Rocky." Harry stopped confused. "You do?" another snicker fell from my lips. "Obviously I don't. He is however fine tho. But back to Kendall, are you really trying to tell me that Kendall Jenner doesn't like attention? I mean I would believe you since you know her better than I do but considering the fact that she became a model..." Harry cut me off with a huff. "I'm just saying. But you know, you can introduce her to me this Saturday when you are coming over to New York." Harry's immediate silence made me shoot up alarmed. "You have not forgotten about that have you? Harry Edward fucking Styles..." "I haven't...like I would not..." he stuttered and I frowned unsatisfied. With a quick click I switched from phone to video call. Harry accepted slightly surprised but the guilt was still pretty evident on his face. "Look me in the eyes and tell me you haven't forgotten about this." He took a deep breath and looked up. "Okay listen princess I am so terribly sorry..." before he could continue his attempt of saving himself, someone busted into the room he stayed at the moment and jumped next to him on his bed. "Harry baby...oh who are you calling...?" the (obviously) clean face of Kendall Jenner came into the frame. A slight frown set on her face when she spotted me. "His side bitch." I said dryly. "Fucking cheater." I added, a slight smirk tugged at my lips as Harry groaned and flicked me off. "Kendall please don't mind her annoying being. That is my best friend, the one I told you lives in New York at the moment." Harry said with a loving smile at her. "Oh...hi then! Harry told me a lot about you and your new project you have with NOISY. I already love it!" I gave her a thin smile. "Well he wasn't supposed to say anything in the first place but thank you." Harry had wide apologizing eyes and I waved it off. "However Sir." I said mockingly, "What am I going to do now all alone this weekend?" I said, knowing exactly how I put him on spot now. "Uhm..." Kendall rose her eyebrows. "That weekend? Have you forgotten about our yacht trip?" I almost snorted. Yacht trip. Those celebrities where one of a kind, really. "Well no..." Harry said embarrassed. "He forgot that he had already promised that he would come to New York to spend some quality time with me. We haven't seen each other in ages." I "helped" him out. Kendall sighed and pouted her lips. "Oh I am sorry about that...the thing is that I already booked the yacht and cant move anything in my schedule...you know I am pretty booked out this and next week. Timing really isn't that good." Funny I thought, because I was there first despite her busy schedule. Harry looked at me with pleading eyes as if he'd sense my bitter thoughts. I sighed. "We can meet up next week if you are free?" I asked and Harry nodded relieved. "I really am sorry." I could only shrug it off, disappointment spreading inside of me. "S'alright. But don't you cancel me again." He nodded quickly. "Promise. By the way, when are you at NOISY?" I glanced at my calendar at the back of my wall. THE interview of my career was marked thick in my calendar. My agency NOISY had received a request from Eminem's management to interview him about his newest album. That was an honour on one hand because he would only have three interviews in total since he seemed to hate interviews and reporters and in the other hand because he was such a legend. I was both; excited and extremely terrified. I prayed that I wouldn't fuck it up. Because of my anxiety I had also asked Harry to go to that interview with me as mental support. He had immediately agreed happy to be a good friend. We had then decided to just link the weekend and the Friday together and spend some quality time with each other. "Friday, twelve thirty. But you don't have to worry I will make it also without your support. You enjoy your yacht trip." I gave him my best smile, even though deep down I felt sad. If he cancelled me like that from now on, I would probably never be ready for him to be in a relationship. "Oh brilliant! I hope I meet you soon, but Harry and I really have to leave now. Dinner night like you promised?" she said with an adorable pout and Harry quickly pecked her lips. "Sure my dear. Coming in a minute yeah?" she nodded and left the frame. I had watched the exchange wordlessly, nose slightly scrunched at their PDA (even though it was minimalistic), waiting for Harry to focus on me again. "Erm...so you really like...don't mind if I don't accompany you to your interview Fridays? Like you don't? At all?" he said lowly, watching me carefully. "Yeah sure, as I said. I have to quit now and uh...have a nice one H. Bye." I said rushed and ended the call before he could even respond. I know that my behaviour was childish and that I could've told Harry that it did bother me. Since I once bragged about never being allowed to speak out and show my true feeling as an interviewer because of courtesy, he always wanted me to be honest with him, even if it wouldn't be to his favour. But I didn't wanted to make him feel obligated to take care of my nervous ass beforemy interview. On the other hand...I did. I wanted to show him how absolutely not funny I found that whole thing. I rubbed my temples before getting up. Sulking into my kitchen I prepared a mug of tea. If I could, I would've given Harry a proper silent treatment after him forgetting me over her, but since he seemed to be occupied by her anyways, it wouldn't work all that well. My phone buzzed with an incoming text message and I picked it up again. It was from Harry, saying that he and the boys would come to New York next week on Thursday, for rehearsals on Friday and then be free on the weekend so he'd be all mine. I could only snort at that, knowing that I would never have him just for me – I would always share him with the rest of the world and his current girlfriends. Switching my phone off I left him on read.