No judgement

4

I heard a knock at the door. I looked through the peep hole to see Harry standing there with his hood over his head. I opened the door inviting him in.

"Thank you for bringing this too me. I am so sorry how I acted. It's a long story. I feel like such a fool right now." I kept rambaling on. He stopped me.

"You don't have to explain yourself. That's none of my buisness. I do have great news though. The job is yours if you want it." He said to me. I ran over to him and hugged him. "Is that a yes?"

"Thank you so much Harry. I can't express how thankful I am for this opprotunity." I said while walking back over to the bed.

"You don't have to thank me. You did this all on your own. You are so truly talented." He said making me smile even more than I was already. He grabbed his phone and looked down surprised. He really is on his phone a lot.

"What's going on Harry?" I asked him. He looked stressed and pissed at the same time.

"I am so sorry, my supporters are swarming this hotel. They know that I am here. Would I be able to stay here with you until they leave?" He asked me. How does he live with the constant invasion of privacy.

"You are welcome to stay as long as you need to." I told him while taking that jacket from him. He has a very normal outfit on. Some shorts and a t-shirt. After seeing what he was wearing earlier, this is such a weird sight. He smiled at me.

"Thank you so much Baylee. I owe you." He said. I shook my head at him.

"You don't owe me nothing. You have given me my dream job. I should be the one thanking you." I said to him while sitting down on the bed. Patting for him to do the same.

"You have thanked me enough. I will continue to tell you that you have done this on your own. You have the talent, you got yourself here." He said, making me smile but that's a lie.

"My mom got me here. I just followed her tricks, everything I know is from her." I said smiling. I feel the urge to cry once again. I just can't. I am too happy right now.

"What about your dad?" Harry asked me. I looked up at him.

"What about him?" I asked him. I don't have very kind words about that man, everything I have to say is about how bad of a person he is.

"Is he there for you?" I laughed. I couldn't help it.

"My dad is definitely not that." I said. He looked at me questioning with his eyes. "He blames me for my mom's death. I do too honestly. I shouldn't have went to that party that night. I should have just stayed home like I was told to. I was a normal teenager though and I didn't listen to my parents. When I left for New York my dad told me that I would never make it, that I will never be half as good as my mother. That's true my mom was the best, but I am here to prove my dad wrong. To prove to myself that I am worth it, and I have what it takes. Ever since my mom passed he has hated my guts. Partially because I look just like her, and because he hates me for taking his one true love from him." I was surprised with how much I just shared with him. I am not normally the one to open up to people because I always get hurt at the end of the day.

"I don't know what happened that night or how she passed. I can tell you that it isn't your fault. You were living your life and going to a party. Everybody does that at some point in their life. You can't let people get to you like that. I know it's easier said than done. I just want you to know that it's not your fault. Your dad on the other hand, he is not a man. He should be there for you through thick and thin. He shouldn't have let you feel that way. Ever. You have so much potential. So much talent. Look how far you have already made it. You are going to do such great things, and I will make damn sure of it." His words took me back. How much he cares. How much he meant his words, I could tell by the look in his eyes.

"How do you deal with all this paparazzi, and the screaming fans. The lack of privacy. How do you do all of that?" I asked him.

"At first it was frustrating, but once I took a step back and looked at my life. I saw how truly blessed I am for what they have done for me. Of course it's frustrating when they show up to my house or get in my face. I wish they wouldn't but they see me as their favorite artist. They don't really see how it is in the moment. I know for a fact some of them feel bad. Some people are scared to approach me in general. I just- I owe them, that's how I see it." He said.

"I get how you see it, but when they do go to your house that's not a fan Harry. I know that you love them for supporting you. I just don't get how you don't loose your mind." I said causing us both to giggle.

"I am surely loosing my mind. My biggest thing about being out their in the public eye is not being able to share everything because of management. I have loved people and I was told I was not allowed to. That's the worst part." He said. I looked at him.

"Why would they do that?" I genuinely ask him.

"They didn't want me to be with them, because he wasn't a girl. They saw that as wrong at the time. They thought people wouldn't like us anymore. I saw the way people reacted when I just touched his arm, they loved us together and I wasn't allowed to show that with him." What he just said hurt my heart. He lost someone because he was told it was wrong to be in the love with the same sex.

"Harry, love is love. I'm really not one for labels. I never will be but I would not sit here and say I would never be with a girl, because I probably would. I don't see anything wrong with loving people. Even if they are the same sex. What is his name?" I asked him.

"He was also in One Direction with me. His name is Louis Tomlinson. Our fans called us Larry Stylinson. They supported us together but our managers made us believe we didn't love each other. So he got with his now girlfriend. It hurts to see him with her. It hurts a lot. I loved him more than I loved myself, but we had to end it." I don't know how we got on this topic, but talking to him was so easy.

"I'm sure he still loves you Harry." I said hugging him. I could tell he was fighting tears. I know it has to hurt. I got hurt by someone I loved but this isn't the same. They were forced apart and that has to sting like a bitch.

A/N: LARRY STYLINSON!!!!!
Maybe Baylee isn't going to be Harry's love interest, shh!!!!