Shades Of Styles

The Singer (part 3)

I end up taking her to a small privately owned club that James recommends to us and we take a seat in the back. The club is dark except for the blue wall lights and the dim lights that hang up at each booth. It's not loud and it's not a dancing club, although there is a hand full of people dancing near their seats.

"So Harry, since you know my back story so well why don't you tell me yours?" She suggests.

"Okay, what do you want to know?" I ask.

"I know how you became the one and only, believe me- social media never lets anyone forget but tell me about your life before all of that." She says. I pause for a moment, hoping I can think back that far and when I do I tell her about my life living in England with my mum and sister. Then about how my mum remarried and how I liked my step dad. The conversation ends with both of us laughing about each other's step dads.

"So what's it like?" She asks after sipping her martini. "You know, being Harry Styles?"

"It's not as easy as it seems." I laugh. "It's nice but it's not as glamorous as everyone makes it out to be. I try to be this roll model for kids and I also have to be that hot guy on the magazine for the other ones. I have to be a good singer, a good actor, I have to make me laugh y'know, I have to find that perfect balance." I explain with a shrug at the end.

"Yeah I guess at one point you have to ask yourself-is it all worth it?" She says and then finishes off her martini.

"It is. I wouldn't take a single thing back." I admit. And that's the truth I love my career and my life. Sometimes it does get hard but I wouldn't trade it for anything.

"You wanna get out of here?" She asks, eyeing me. "I don't mean to be so forward, I just think this place is so stuffy." She shrugs.

"Uh y-yeah." I stutter. She nods with a smile as I lay down a hundred dollar bill, we didn't drink much so that should cover the bill and a nice tip.

"I really like you Harry, you seem genuine. There's not a lot of men around here like that." She explains. "And even less of celebrities."
After I call a car to come pick us up, we head to the back alley as to not get spotted. She stumbles a little as we make our way through. She did have a drink or two more than me but I'm sure she's just tipsy. Once I catch her, she stands up and looks at me for a moment before leaning in and crushing our lips together. I'm confused for a moment and then find the movement and match it. It feels amazing, her soft lips on me like this. I wrap my arms around her back and press her close to me before she pulls away to look at me.

"Wow." She breathes and pulls away. I am at a loss for words as a black car pulls up next to us. She opens the door and steps in and when I don't move for a moment she pulls my arm and pulls me in with her. "I don't think I'm ready to go home just yet, can you take us to LA liquor!" She squeals to the driver as I regain my focus.

"What're we doing?" I ask nervously.

"Just trust me." She smiles devilishly and I grow anxious.

"Is this where you kill me?" I joke.

"Maybe," she winks. We pull up to a small store and she gets out and goes inside. After a few moments she comes back out with 2 arms full of paper bags. She gets in and sets the bags in-between us.

"Driver! To the Hollywood sign!" She says in a somewhat demanding mans english accent and I start laughing at how terrible it is. She notices me laughing at her terrible impersonation and laughs with me.

It's pretty dark and empty at the sign and she pulls herself out of the car and I follow. She thanks the driver for his help and tells him to have a nice night and that's when I know she's about to kill me. She reaches into one of her bags and pulls out a bottle of whiskey.