*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...
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Summary: After releasing a successful album, Harry spends many of his days and nights partying. But one night, the partying turns into something else. And reader wakes up in the morning with a difficult decision to make.
Note: grammar and spelling errors. this chapter is a wild ride... but it was fun to write in terms of 70s parties & hippies
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Warning: language, mentions of smut, drinking, drug usage, partying
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***August 2, 1976***
The living room was completely trashed. Red solo cups painting the floor. Bottles of alcohol covering every inch of the coffee table. And different drugs wedged in between the bottles.
A sight you had seen many times in your Malibu beach house.
Wild parties thrown by Harry.
And you were always the one to clean it up.
As Harry had been passed out on the couch, completely gone from the night before. His cheek squishing into the cushion.
His arm drooping off the couch, hand resting on an empty beer bottle.
It had been a party to celebrate Harry's newly released album.
Standing there in the early afternoon, eyeing down the chaotic atmosphere of the living room - you had no motivation to clean the mess.
Instead, you were more interested in getting the car washed. More so - more interested in the idea of being able to drive down the long road along the way, the wind rolling through your hair. Sea salt pecking at your nose.
You wanted to get out of there.
And that's exactly what you did, your feet carrying you to the large garage of cars and motorcycles.
Your choice being the Mercedes Benz, the car Harry drove most often.
The drive took your mind off the previous night of wild partying. Took your mind off of a drunken Harry passed out on the couch.
It was a calm afternoon. A light wind. And a bright sun.
What seemed to be a good day.
Pulling up to the car wash, you opened the glove compartment in search of sunglasses.
That's when you felt the wind come to a complete halt. A cloud covering the sun.
That feeling of what would be a good day, completely turning into the opposite.
