*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...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Summary: reader joins harry on tour where she meets a close friend of his, he sings a song for her at a show, and she's abandoned at a party - but harry makes up for it.
Note: grammar and spelling errors. ahh!! there's a few star guests in this chapter that i hope you like... also im super soft for harry and reader after this chapter
Warning: language, mention of drugs
Words: 3.2k+
***June 8, 1975***
"Do you have everything, love?" Harry asked, taking your suitcase and handing it over to the roadie in charge of the luggage.
"Thanks. Yes, that's the last of it," you replied,
It was the first travel day of Harry's first ever tour.
And you would be joining him.
"Everyone is in the tour bus," Harry stated. "I'd like to introduce you to everyone." He held his hand out to you.
"Oh, yeah," you stuttered.
"What? Are you nervous?" he cheekily smiled as he took a step up the stairs of the tour bus.
"I just..." you stared at his hand before looking up at him. "This is new."
"You're Harry Styles' designer, (Y/N). They're going to adore you. Especially Lana."
His words put you at ease, making you softly smile.
You took a hold of his hand and followed after him as you walked up the steps. But the placement of his hand soon changed to be on the small of your back as the two of you stood in front of a group of people scattered all over the bus.
"Harry that's..." you began, glancing between him and the couple sitting on the couch. A woman with long brown hair and a glowing look, a small nose and plump lips with eccentric eyes. Her style similar to Priscilla Presley's. And she sat closely to a man of darker complexion with his hair in small braids, a beautiful smile on his face.
The close proximity made it obvious they were close and romantically involved. Completely infatuated with one another. Her hands playing with his as she rambled on and giggled.
The man was a well known artist. Better known than Harry Styles. And the woman, you had seen her in a few magazines and knew a song or two of hers. Her amount of fame was a little less compared to Harry's.
"Lana!" Harry stated, grabbing Lana's attention. Her eccentric eyes looking right at you two. She was stunning.
"Hi," she smiled, holding her hand out to you. Her voice fit her features perfectly. A charisma to her. "I'm Lizzie Grant. But most people call me by my stage name Lana Del Rey, or Lana."
