𝟓𝐬𝐨𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐕𝐨𝐥.𝟏

Rose-Colored Glasses; 1: New York (A Harry Styles Sugar Daddy Fic)

Summary: (Y/N) meets Harry through Seeking Arrangement. She is a 21-year-old senior student at the New York Institute of Fine Arts, while Harry is a 30-year old executive.
Their relationship started as platonic. Will it stay like that for long? (Part 1 of 4)
This part does not contain smut scenes. But future parts of this fic do. 
So, I am clearly not a Harry writer. This fic is part of A Writer's Appreciation Writing Contest (ran by harrysleftchelseaboot on Tumblr). It is a story I have worked very hard on, and I honestly think it is a good story and I wanted to share it with you. Now, I don't have a Band Member Book anymore, and I did try to post it as an Individual Story, but it really didn't get any interaction at all... So, here you go, I guess. I hope you like this fic. 

(Words: 10k)
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I sigh as I lock my phone, leaving it on the arm of the couch as my friend takes her seat back, looking at me in confusion.
"(Y/N), bub... Are you ok? You seem a little..."
"Out of my mind? Anxious? Petrified?" I ask her back and she chuckles softly, nodding her head.
"All of the above. What's going on? Is Pete bothering you again? You were fine before I went to the kitchen." She asks me back, passing me the bowl of popcorn.
"No, I think he is with someone else now. He hasn't bothered me in a while. And thank God for that. He is the last person I want to deal with right now. My electricity bill just came in my email. I swear, it feels like I had just paid the last one..." I whine, stuffing my mouth with a handful of popcorn.
"I mean, ever since my roommate decided to move in with her boyfriend, I can barely afford the apartment by myself. I don't want to go back to living in the dorm, it feels like a step back." I complain, making my friend look at me with a frown.
"Oh, honey. The 'looking for roommate' flyers didn't do anything?" She asks me softly.
"Nothing. Plus, it is really weird looking for a roommate in the senior year. Not to mention having to worry about the new roommate being a creep..." I groan, just at the thought of going through the whole process of building trust with a new person.
"Well, if everything fails, you can always find a sugar daddy. New York is rid of them." She nudges my shoulder, chuckling softly. I roll my eyes playfully, shaking my head at her.
"Yeah, right... Maybe I will pick extra shifts at the cafe, I'll be fine, no need to worry right now." I try to be breezy and sound optimistic, brushing the matter off.
"I am serious, though. There is this site... Seeking Arrangement or Arrangements. It is easy to join in and they run checks on the daddies and some of them don't even want sex." She suggests, cocking an eyebrow playfully at me.
"I don't think I would fit in there... Plus, old white rich men are kinda making my stomach turn, so... It's fine, I will find a way to make extra cash..." I assure her, already feeling my stomach upset at the thought of actually doing that. My moral axis is on the opposite end of that, and I can't even picture myself not getting furious at the very first message some random dude is going to send me.
"Shall we start the movie? You could use something to distract you, right?" She asks me, grabbing the remote control.
"Sure..." I smile politely, relaxing back on the couch.

I fidget my pen with my fingers as I hover over my budget for the month. There is no way I can afford rent, electricity, and food this month, even if I work double-hours. Fuck, I have been taking pride in myself for being able to survive in New York without asking for help from my parents so far and now I am about to call for money, in the middle of the night.
I take a deep breath, closing my eyes to try and calm myself. I have been chanting repeatedly that everything is going to be alright, but honestly, this is not working.
And what makes things worse is that the idea of signing up to that site my friend suggested has been seeping through my brain since I picked up my diary and pen to calculate my expenses.
I bring my laptop closer, sighing as I type the keywords into Google.
The site is at the top of the results; Seeking Arrangement dot com. This feels wrong, but I am just researching. My forefinger hovers over my touchpad, trying to find the courage to go against what I thought my moral compass has been opposed to.
My face morphs as I press the link, fixing my posture to take a better look at the information before me.
The couple on the homepage seems like they have definitely been hired for the promotional shoot, I could bet my money that they are not a couple but honestly is not much.
I dig the site more, reading and re-reading the terms, browsing the members, and trying to talk myself out of signing up.
But the idea is rooted deep in my head and I find myself clicking the sign-up tile. They are running background checks and I can set my terms about the type of relationship I wish for.
And hey, there is a sea of women and men on this site, I will probably not find someone interested to 'invest' and 'mentor' me. My profile will be lost in the sea of people looking for a sugar daddy.
I decide to just close the laptop and go to bed early, not hover over my screen for messages I might never receive either way.
I cover myself with the duvet up to my ears, craving warmth and safety to lull myself and fall asleep.
I am having a hard time not feeling guilty for signing up to the site; I know that there is no reason to, that there is nothing shameful in utilizing an opportunity like this, and that on my profile I have stated my boundaries, but my stomach is tight at the thought of people actually finding my profile.
And I honestly don't know which scenario would be worse; having messages from the men on this site in the morning, or logging in to an empty inbox.