*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: Reader comes across a stranger who opens the reader's eyes to Harry's actions. Harry has a hard time coping with the fact he is now alone, searching in the wrong places to not be alone.
Note: grammar and spelling errors. more angst... and more of harry's pov (: i think it's time for alexa to play "to be so lonely"... this chapter also gives me major "habits" vibes by tove lo
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Warning: language, mentions of smut, slight smut, drinking & mentions of drinking, usage of drugs & mentions of drugs
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***January 10, 1977***
It was a sunny day in LA, as it usually was. And the temperature was a bit warmer for a typical winter LA day.
Perfect weather for shopping.
The sun being out always meant a good day for shopping.
Walking down along a sidewalk full of shops, it was hard to not notice the bright shades of pink, yellow, and orange in a window. The colors complementing one another.
And it made you stop in your tracks. Your body positioned right in front of the large photo.
A poster of your ex.
Harry Styles.
You stood still as you stared at the poster.
Harry stared right back at you.
Only it was the illustrated version of him that stared at you.
You stepped into the record store, vinyls and record players on shelves and in bins or baskets. Some vinyls hung on the ceiling by string as decoration. Neon lights all around the store. Along with posters and merch of other artists.
It was an odd thing. Standing there in the record store. Looking at the posters on the wall. Many of them happened to be of Harry. Your ex.
He was smiling in all of the photos. Or posing. Didn't look sad in any of them.
But they were just photos.
They hid a lot of reality.
"Hi," a girl hesitantly spoke, only offering you her side profile as she shied away. She seemed to be in her late teens. Shy. But strong-willed.
"Hello," you politely greeted the stranger, offering her a short smile before looking back at Harry's merch.
"You dated him... Didn't you?" the girl asked. "It's all over the magazines and everything."
