Scandal • harry au

five.

wow throwback to when harry threw up on the highway but still looked hot doing it..

five.

|Harry|

"Can I come in or am I interrupting something agai-"

"Just come in Styles."

I opened the door slowly and walked in with my hands covering my eyes, just to piss Brown off even more.

"I'm not meditating goddamnit Sty- you know what just get out,"

"Okay I'm done, I swear,"

"No I mean get out because it's time for it now."

"Oh. That's a little awkward,"

"Just get the hell out before I fire your dumbass,"

"You said a lot of naughty words,"

"Seriously the doors right there, turn around and leave my office please, I have serious business to attend to."

"Hey you said 'please', wow. And I wouldn't call meditating serious business uh,"

He sat there fuming but tried to keep a serious face on.

"Okay, okay I actually came in here to ask you something."

"I don't have much time here, hurry up and continue,"

"I'm pretty sure meditating can wai-"

"Styles."

"Alright, well is there anyway you could get that cover off of this week's issue and replace it?"

"Why?" He asked as he narrowed his eyes. Haha he looks like a constipated monkey when he does that.

I seriously think I'm five years old..

"Well I have a better one, and it looks really great and I've been wanting to show you forever. Everyone's gonna love it way more than that train," So many lies.

"Are you crazy? Nothing you've ever done could be better than the train with the lady. No offense or anything,"

I rolled my eyes. Just because you say no offense Brown doesn't mean I don't take offense.

"Even if I was willing to take it into consideration, we couldn't take that down even if we tried. It's already been published and too many people have seen it. We can't just go to every stand in New York and steal every magazine, that's impossible,"

"I mean nothing's impossible.."

"Styles. It's a no,"

"Bu-"

"No buts, ifs, or ands, it's a no I'm sorry."

"You said butts," I said laughing a little.

"What are you five?"

"I was thinking the same thing,"
I mumbled under my breath.

"What?"

"What."

"Just go back to work, Styles,"

I sighed and almost turned to leave. But before I could I decided to mess with him a little more.

"Do you mind if I joined your meditation?" I asked with the best serious face I could manage.

"Yeah sure, it's actually really relaxing and you get this certain sensation through your body an-" he looked up at my face and suddenly stopped talking,

"And you were joking about wanting to join weren't you.."

I burst out laughing in the middle of his yelling and ran to my office.

|Savannah|

"That motherfucker is so dead if he can't get me off that cover," I said to Abby while we walked around at the mall.

"You're overreacting, it's a magazine cover, you should be ecstatic, off the roof excited, shouting at the top of your lung-"

"Let's not get too crazy here,"

"C'mon Vannah, you basically got a modeling gig without even asking for or wanting it,"

"That's the whole point, I don't want my face on there, you're not helping me and this is a big problem!"

"Oh please, I'd like to have your problems."

"Seriously Abbs,"

"I'm being one hundred percent serious. This isn't that big of a deal. Even though you could see that it was you on the cover, it was only a little more than half of your face. Now shut up and let's go to the food court, I'm hungry,"

"Bu-"

"No buts, ifs, or ands, it's not a big deal Savannah."

"You said butts.."

"What are you, five?"

"Most likely,"

~

"I just thought of something that could make you happier about this whole magazine thing.." Abby said as she looked at me.

I looked up in the middle of shoving a cheeseburger in my mouth.

"You've got a little something.. Nevermind,"

"Well what were you gonna say about making me happier about this whole ordeal?"

"Oh right. Instead of asking him to take down the cover of you, which is probably impossible anyway, why don't you just ask for the big ones?"

My eyebrows furrowed at her and she explained further.

"You know, a little dough? some moolah? a lot of smackers?"

"You should've stopped at dough. And what the heck is a smacker? Actually don't answer that, but why should I ask for money?"

"You're the model, shouldn't you be getting paid for getting them some publicity?"

"What a wonderfawesome idea Abbs," I said giving her an acknowledging look.

"Wonderfawesome?"

"Hey, if you can make up words, I can too."

"But I didn't- you know what nevermind,"

|Harry|

"Hey Bethany, who wants to bother me this time?" I answered into the phone, knowing it was our receptionist.

"There's a lady here on the other line named Savannah Joy who wants to be transferred to your line? She said she was here the other day and spoke to you,"

Savannah Joy? That name doesn't ring a bell, who came in the other day and spoke to.. Oh shit. It's Rosey girl. What am I gonna do? Brown didn't let me change the cover..

"Uh go ahead, put her on," I replied, basically setting myself up for a death trap.

There was a few beeps and a long silence, then, "Hello?"

I cleared my throat and answered confidently, "Well hello Savannah Joy,"

"How'd you get my name?"

"I have my ways,"

"The receptionist told you didn't she?"

"No.."

"Well anyway, what happened to getting me off the cover?" Fuck.

"Okay look, I couldn't do it. My boss is a stubborn little shit and he wouldn't do it. He said it was too good of a picture to take down. And even if he agreed he said it'd be impossible. But please don't sue, I'll do any-"

"Don't strain yourself too much trying to explain, I don't care anymore," What.

"What?"

"Yeah I want something else though. I won't sue, as long as you do this one thing for me."

"What is it.." I asked skeptically.

"I'll come by your office again tomorrow, we'll talk."

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lol there's too much dialogue for one chapter, I'm extremely sorry.