Stylist (book 1) - H.S

Chapter 30: It's You.

A/N: oof sorry bout this one babes.

Harry's performance went really well, just like the others, and his duet with Kacey was beautiful, she's beautiful. I swear she's a barbie doll, and if I said I looked up to any artist it would be her because DAMN. After Harry got off the stage he changed, and I joined everyone in the dressing room.

"Alright, are we ready? My friend is already there waiting, so we can ride together, or just go separately." I tell all of them, and Anthony grabs my arm.

"I'm riding with El! Let's go." He pulls me along, and walks me straight outside into the dark, going straight to one of the cars waiting for us to go.

"What's the rush? Chill out." I pull my arm away from him, and pull my compact out of my purse, checking my makeup quickly before we get there.

"What the hell are you doing?" He asks me, and I look away from the mirror, closing it so I can stare at him.

"I'm having fun, and I'm doing what he did... best way to get over someone is to get under someone else, right?" I ask, smiling to myself, and ignoring the slight pang in my chest at the words.

"So that's who this 'friend' is? Which one is it El?" He asks me, and I sigh.

"It's Jonas, and you don't need to make me feel bad for this. He went out with her, he made his decision, and I'm making mine." I tell him, and he shrugs his shoulders.

"I'm not saying he was right for going out with her, but you sleeping with someone else A. isn't going to fix it, and B. isn't going to change how you feel about Harry." He tells me, and counts on his fingers. I cover his hand with mine, pushing it down.

"You don't think so? Well what harm is there in trying?" I ask, and he shrugs.

"I support you in all you do, but dear god wear protection. The only person I want to see you have kids with is Harry Styles, and Harry Styles only." He fights back, and I furrow my brows at him.

"You and my mother I swear..." I look out the window and Anthony laughs.

"Me and your mother are intellectuals, you on the other hand are being stupid, but I will not fault you for that. Have fun tonight, don't be a bitch." He warns me, and the car stops.

"I can be whoever I want to be, after all, we're in the city of dreams again." I wave my arms around me as we get on the street, and walk into the bar. I know the last time I was in a place like this I went home with Harry, drunk off my ass, hating him but wanting him so bad, and I know tonight I will be doing the exact opposite.

I walk in, and see Harry, and the others standing around the bar, and right behind him I see Jonas. I wave, and see Harry waving back, but I walk right past him, and straight to Jonas, leaning into his open arms.

"Haven't seen you in some time... Glad you invited me out." He has a deep voice, and he's taller than everyone here which is more intimidating than I remember.

"Of course, I've been on tour actually styling clothes, with all of these guys." I wave to the people in front of him. "Hey guys!" I call out, and they turn, looking to me, though I know Harry had already looked. "This is Jonas, and Jonas this is the team I'm working with." I tell him, and he looks to Harry.

"Wow bro, you're Harry Styles, I love your music dude, seriously awesome tracks." He holds his hand out, and Harry gives me a death glare quickly before looking to Jonas, going into the classic bro hug.

"I appreciate it." He brings out the kind nature, and for once I know he's being fake.

"This is Anthony my best friend, and some of my other friends as well." I tell him, and he waves.