Bad Idea (Hariana)

046. WHERE WAS HARRY ?

BLAIR

MANAGEMENT. It always seemed to get in the way, someway, somehow. Whether it was the constant debate about when, how, or why, it always sat on me and Harry's shoulders. And fuck, it was heavy.

"Well they better get to fucking work, I'm releasing the album in two weeks and this is what's happening? I need management, for Christ's sake." Harry shouted, his hands pulling his hair out of annoyance, I looked at him through the walls, observing his movements.

He was fighting with some insignificant team member about not having a manager yet again. I knew he was stressed about it, especially with his album releasing in a few weeks. The thing with Harry was that he never told anyone when he wasn't doing alright. He'd bottle it up and seclude himself until one day all hell broke loose and he lashed out on everyone.

He huffed out loud and cracked his knuckles, scratching his head in annoyance before plopping down onto the couch. He looked around and saw me peaking from in the kitchen. He raised his brows and spoke out, "What?" He was getting annoyed by my presence.

I furrowed my brows at him, walking towards the chair across him and then sitting. My feet pained me, and my whole body ached with every step I took. I'm 6 and a half months pregnant, and I think picking a fight with a hormonal pregnant woman should be the last thing Harry decides to get himself into.

"Harry, you seem stressed out." I replied, taking my socks off and putting my feet on top of the coffee table. "Well I'll tell you what Sherlock, you are truly incredible," He said, leaning his head on his knuckles. "Well excuse me." I answered him, growing annoyed.

I took my phone out, scrolling through my twitter feed. Harry was being extra annoying that day and I was too impatient to put up with him right now. I cared about him and his music a lot, but I had more important things to do than fight with him over a tour for an album that hasn't even come out yet.

"Look, see?! You're always on twitter. And please, Blair. Would you mind not leaving your socks everywhere? You know that I hate messes!" He complained and waved his hands.

"Always on twitter?! What the hell do you expect me to do, Harry? Get up and give you a concert? Perform a dance routine? I'm trying to calm you down, and I'm pregnant with your child for fucks sake!" I said rolling my eyes at him.

"I never said that, don't put words into my mouth Blair." He shouted, sitting straight. His hands waved around his upper half as he spoke.

"I don't understand you at all, Harry. You have so many people trying to help you right now and you're just being a pain in the ass."

"You know what?" He asked me, looking me straight in the eye. "You're being a pain in my ass right now. A huge one." He shouted back, earning a glare from me. I sat up straight to face him and rolled my eyes, trying to not loose my patience completely.

"Look, Harry. It's not my fault you don't have a good team, or good communication. The album is far enough away and we have more important things to worry about. You can find a manager anywhere. You're Harry fucking Styles for Christ's sake. I'm sick of you taking your stress out on everyone." I said, standing up, ready to leave the room but was once again stopped by his statement.

"Wow. Okay. So, you're mad because I'm trying to decide something important for the future? What happened to you putting my career first? What happened to you being there for me?" He scoffed.