❛ little black dress. / lily & harry.
She had wanted to go out; a casual night in London would have done her well, especially after receiving a script for one of the most vulnerable roles she’d ever have to take on and pursue with real rawness, a feeling from the gut, something she could relate to.
However, that wasn’t the case. All made up in a little black dress, Lily was nursing a half empty glass of wine and an ill state of mind; relapse. Could she take on a role that dealt with an eating disorder? Could her body go through that again— and if it did, would there be painstaking consequences? The actress wasn’t sure what to do on that subject, but she was damn sure that dwelling on it would only further her poor mindset. She would have to distract herself… and drinking was not a good option. Thus, the question of who she could seek out sat in the front of her brain; Sam? No, he was probably asleep, as the time was horribly late and he insisted on an early bedtime routine. Jaime? Oh, God knows what she was doing! Probably out on the town with a few of her friends already. Harry? No— well, maybe. Lily knew that he was in London for his ‘Another Man’ launch and was probably at the after party by now— or even at home, if he was tired and didn’t want to be part of that scene for a long period of time.
iMessage to ‘Harry Styles’.
lily: need some company, thought you might be someone to seek out. let me know if you’re up and able. xo lils.
Harry’s night up to that point had been much tamer than he’d originally gone out expecting or really hoping for, and he’d already been scrolling through his own phone contacts while he and Glenn, the wife of his manager, were waiting for their Uber, the goal in mind being to find someone in the virtual address book that he could count on to save his evening. Cue Lily’s name and the preview of her text flashing across his screen like an act of divine timing, and immediately his interest was piqued. He tapped on it to open it and read it in full, smiling to himself as accepted the booty call nature of her words and typed a quick response.
iMessage to ‘Lily Collins’.
harry: I’m actually just leaving this club. so happens that I could use some company too
Her text had seemed like enough of an invitation to him that he didn’t feel like he was being presumptuous with his reponse, and after climbing into the vehicle, within the safe confines provided by the dark tinted windows he told his ‘handler’ for the night that he wouldn’t be heading home after all. She was hardly phased surprised, as it was typical of Harry to prefer not to sleep alone, and without looking up from her phone told him to give the driver his own instructions first then. So he gave them his address and sat back in his seat, feeling the liquid confidence surging through him thanks to the just-right number of drinks he’d had the party as he anticipated seeing Lily for the first time in what felt like too long. They’d both been so busy, her with her promo schedules and him with preparation for his own impending press run for his very first solo album, tonight’s magazine launch being the catalyst of it; there’d been no chance to connect properly, and he was grateful they’d just so happened to both be in the city tonight, that she’d chosen to message him. - It wasn’t long before he found himself at her door. all clean-cut (literally, given the new hair he was sporting) in his appearance from head to do, offset by wild eyes as he met her gaze.
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