harry styles x reader

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bff/n spends the next day searching for airbnb's. i look at stuff to bring and sights to see. as i go through websites about attractions and what to do, my phone rings. it's an unfamiliar number but i pick it up anyway.
"hello?" i ask.
"is this y/n?" asks a male voice.
"uh, yes. who is this?" i question.
"ok good. you didn't give me a fake number. this is caleb." he laughs.
"oh, hi! what's up?" i say.
"nothing much. just wanted to say hi and make sure you got to boston ok." he says.
"yep! got here last night" i reply.
"that's good. i listened to your album." he says. i totally forgot about that.
"oh my god i forgot about that." i say embarrassed.
"no! it was amazing." he replies. i can feel myself blushing.
"thanks." i respond.
"i'll beat up whoever broke your heart that bad." he teases. i laugh.
"then you'll be attacked by a ton of teenagers. you can't be a fancy pediatrician when you're dead." i laugh.
"teenagers?" he questions.
"never mind." i reply.
"ok, well i have got to go. i have a meeting in a couple minutes." he says.
"ok, bye caleb." i reply.
"bye y/n." he responds. i hang up. bff/n is looking at me from her laptop.
"um, who was that?" she asks.
"the guy from the elevator." i squeal.
"holy moly!" she squeals too. she leans over and hugs me.
"i know!" i reply.
"we're still going to europe, right?" she asks.
"yep!" i respond. we both get back to looking for places.

*two months later*

we finalized the last payment before we go. our first flight leaves in the morning. we go out and purchase the last things we need and pack our final things. we spend the day eating american food and watching movies.
"i'm so excited!" bff/n says.
"me too!" i reply.
"i can't wait to see france first." she says.
"i absolutely adore france." i respond.
"well, i think we should get to bed. maybe the morning will come quicker." she replies.
"sounds good." i say. we head to our bedrooms and go to sleep.
in the wee hours of the morning, we leave for the airport. we arrive at 5am but the security line is already really long. we end up waiting in line for 45 minutes before our carry-ons get checked. we stop at a coffee shop for some coffee before we head to our gate and we just relax.
"i can't believe we're really doing this." i say.
"i know! i don't think we've ever done something this impulsively!" she exclaims. i laugh. our plane finally boards and we take off for paris. we decided to go there first since bff/n really wants to visit. the flight feels like forever. we are so excited to be in france that time feels like it's frozen. when we land, we grab our bags from the baggage claim and take an uber to where our little airbnb is. we reserved an artist loft and it's beautiful. we can see the lights of the city from our window.
"wow." bff/n says.
"i know right." i reply.
"ok, time to go get wasted!" she says. i roll my eyes and laugh as she googles nearest bars.
"any luck?" i ask.
"yep! there's one two blocks away." she says. we change into nicer clothes than sweatpants and sweatshirts and walk over to the bar. when we get there, it is heavily crowded. there's a lot of camera flashes and screaming. i see someone with blonde hair, who from the back, looks oddly familiar. my eyes get wide when i realize who it possibly is. i drag bff/n by the arm until we can't be seen by the person. i quickly pull out my phone and check the tour dates. just as i suspected, the boy's final stop is in paris, but their show isn't for another week.
"y/n, what's wrong with you? let's go!" she says, dragging me back in. my stomach is flipping on the inside when i see the blonde hair boy turn around. it's niall. he sees me and we make eye contact. his jaw drops and he pats the person next to him. it's liam. i drop my head and run out of the bar. i can hear nialls irish accent scream after me.
"y/n! wait!" he screams. i stop running and turn around.
"what?" i ask. liam catches up to us and he's out of breath.
"harry isn't here yet, so don't run!" liam pants.
"what do you want?" i ask getting a little annoyed.
"harry cut off meghan completely." niall smiles.
"ok?" i question.
"that doesn't make you happy?" liam asks.
"i mean, he can do what he wants. i'm not his mom." i say. nialls eyes get big when he looks behind me.
"oi oi!" i hear louis' distinctive accent scream. i roll my eyes and laugh in disbelief. this was supposed to be my time to restart.
"why'd you guys arrive at the bar so early?" i hear harrys voice say. harry and louis are approaching liam and niall from behind me, so they can't tell that i'm me yet. i try to walk forward to avoid them, but liam stops me.
"liam! we just got here and you've already got a girl?" louis teases. i turn around and smile.
"hi louis." i say a little annoyed.
"oh this is awkward." louis mumbles. zayn starts laughing.
"yea, it really is." i say trying to walk away again. liam prevents me from doing so...again.
"what are you doing here?" harry asks. we make eye contact and i can feel my cheeks getting hot. i haven't seen him since the night at his house. his hair has grown out a little and he looks as though he's gotten another tattoo on his arm.
"i was supposed to be backpacking." i reply.
"oh." he says. my phone starts ringing. it's caleb. why is everything going badly right now!
"hold on just one moment." i say to the boys as i step away.
"hi caleb." i say.
"hey! how's paris so far?" he asks.
"a shitshow." i reply.
"aw no! how come?" he asks.
"a lot of reasons. i'll tell you about it later." i say.
"ok. well i hope you have fun." he says.
"thanks." i reply.
"bye." he says. he hangs up. caleb and i continued talking after our hotel meeting. he's super chill and a great person to talk to. i don't think we'll ever be anything more than friends because we live so far apart, but the occasional flirty behavior is always fun.
"who was that?" niall asks.
"caleb." i reply. harry scoffs. i look at him coldly.
"who's caleb?" liam asks.
"a friend." i respond.
"sure" louis teases. i roll my eyes.
"i met him a hotel a couple months ago and he's super sweet. he works at a hospital in ohio and we've been good friends ever since." i snap. i look back over at harry and he seems down. no matter how tough i try to act, i still have a soft spot saved for him. i hate seeing him upset and i know i'm contributing to his emotions.
"hey, i don't feel so well. i'm going to go back to the hotel." harry says.
"oh harry. come on lad." louis says, dragging him into the bar. at first, harry resists but he then gives in. bff/n and i go to another bar. i didn't want to be with the boys anymore today.