*this is a 70s!rockstar!Harry Styles au fanfic... i mean... he just radiates 70s!rockstar*
The 70s. A time of free love and music. And that's exactly what reader gets into when meeting the newly famous rockstar Harry Styles: love and music.
Along w...
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Summary: reader goes to harry's studio where she listens to him perform a song that influences her decision as to whether or not she wants to join him on tour. harry and reader go to the beach where they learn more about each other, and she tells him of her decision.
Note: grammar and spelling errors. **CONTINUING BASED ON DEMAND**
Warning: language, mentions of smut
Words: 3.8k+
***May 31, 1975***
"You have to go!" Holly exclaimed from the small kitchen, pouring herself a glass of lemonade. She joined you on the living room couch of your shared apartment.
"I don't know," you shrugged, all your focus on the sketches you were creating in your notebook.
"You're drawing for him right now, aren't you?" your friend teased, lightly pushing your leg. "You're drawing for Harry. You have been ever since he spoke to you at the bar. Been thinking about him too, haven't you?"
It was hard not to think about Harry when he asked for you to join him on tour.
Or visit his studio.
Or be his personal designer.
It was all you thought about. The tour. The studio. Designing for him.
"I am focusing right now," you stated behind a smile, reaching for a different colored pencil. Purple.
"Let me see!" she hollered, snatching for the book. But you allowed her to. You and Holly were close. She had seen many of your ideas, and was supportive.
"They aren't all done," you reminded. "I still need to do some work."
"No, I love them," she smiled, slowly panning through the pages to look carefully at each one. "Are these his sizes?" she questioned, pointing to handwritten numbers on a page.
"Yes."
Holly raised an eyebrow to question, "You mean... Is this the size of his..." she joked with a grin, pointing at a number.
"No!" you scorned. "I didn't take measurements of that. And that's the size around his waist, so I hope it's not. That would hurt. And I think he'd need to get medical help," you chuckled.
"Well, I have thought about going to nursing school," she joked.
Holly took a sip of her lemonade before returning your notebook to you, your hands instantly going back to work.
"Go to his studio, (Y/N). Go on tour with him. I'll be alright," she encouraged. "Not every girl is asked by Harry Styles to go on tour with him, you know. Or asked to practically see him nude in order to take measurements."
