Your Sympathy (ON HOLD)

Chapter Seven

This is a long one... - H

Her POV

Harry Styles wrote a song about me. Great.

Did I freak out when it finally hit me? Of fucking course.

I'm actually really glad he got my name wrong. I couldn't handle the attention if people figured out it was me. And I actually was flattered, it's a good song why wouldn't I be?

"Yeah we can go over to one of those couches if that's alright?" He says.

I nod and he leads the way.

Why would he think I would be mad that he wrote a song about me? It's not like it was a diss track or like one of Taylor Swift's songs about one of her ex-

Oh wait.

We sit on the couch and I grab my note book flipping it to the page I had with all the questions.

And he's looking at me. Those god damn green eyes.

"Is it alright if I record this conversation? I won't release it or anything it will stay with me." I say hoping he says yes because I don't want to have to write all his answers down.

"Yeah that's ok I trust you." He says with a laugh, he obviously can tell I'm nervous.

"Ok great," I set the recorder down on the coffee table in front of us and started my questions.

"I'm guessing performing is your favorite part?" I ask to get the ball rolling.

"Yes, how did you know?" He asks with a laugh.

"Well to get myself prepared for this interview I watched some other interviews just to see what kind of person you are and that person seems very different from the one I saw on stage," I say hoping this doesn't come out wrong. "It seems like that stage is your escape, to be yourself."

He has his body twisted facing me with his arm resting on the back of the couch. His fingers are playing with his bottom lip and he's looking at me his eyes narrowed and eyebrows furrowed. He's trying to read me. I know it.

"I'm guessing you're not a fan?" He asks and doesn't really respond to my statement.

"I'm not-  I mean I wasn't before this show, if I'm being honest" I say trying not to offend him.

"You're right though," he says "I like performing because I feel like I can truly be myself and not worry what people think. I can dance around like an idiot and I just don't care" He explains, but it's almost like he just figured it out.

"Speaking of dancing and performing, is there someone you draw inspiration from when it comes to commanding an audience?" I ask, reading from my notepad and then look back up to him

He seems shocked by my question.

"I don't know," he says looking away to think, "I've never really thought about it, maybe Bowie, I've seen almost all of his live performances and people just went nuts for him." He explains with a smile.

He has a really nice smi-

Hannah stop you're working.

"Do you draw a lot of inspiration from Bowie?" I ask as a follow up question.

"Not a lot but some, I like to stick to who I am, don't really like being compared to other artists" He says with confidence. I would feel the same way. I'd hate to be compared to other writers.

"When it comes to the album and the writing what goes into it, did you have any help?"

"Mitch my guitarist," He starts