*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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lol don't let this photo fool you... it's not a happy chapter
Summary: Harry meets with a friend of reader's and is given information that gives him some hope, but all of that is lost when he has an encounter with Mick Jagger.
Note: grammar and spelling errors. more angst... and more of harry's pov (:
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Warning: language, drinking & mentions of drinking
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***September 8, 1976***
Days passed since Harry last heard from you.
All communication shut off.
And he was on his own.
Sulking in the one thing he feared most: loneliness.
So Harry decided to go to the one place he thought you might be at. A place perhaps you would have gotten away from all of it. The rockstar lifestyle.
The place where you had been only a bartender dreaming of designing and creating colorful clothes.
Harry walked into the bar, the bell ringing to notify his presence. The first thing he noticed was the red hair. Attached to a familiar face.
Holly's attention went to the bell, which directed her to the long haired brunette standing at the door. But she had been occupied with another customer.
Harry sat down at the bar, legs spread apart and his fingertips tapping against one another as he waited. His eyes glancing at all the drinks. The alcohol.
"Harry," a voice softly sighed, belonged to Holly.
"Holly," Harry softly smiled at the redhead.
"What can I get for you?" she asked.
"A water sounds lovely," Harry replied.
Holly raised an eyebrow for a moment, seeing as it was a weird thing for Harry to drive all the way to a bar only to order a glass of water. But she nodded, and gave Harry what he had requested.
Harry thanked her, but only placed his fingertips on the glass. Uninterested in the drink.
"What brings you by?" Holly asked, encouraging the conversation. For Harry to open to her.
"I thought..." Harry began. "I thought that maybe she'd be here, you know? That she had come back here to work. I dunno... I dunno where else she would have gone. I thought maybe I could see her here and talk to her."
