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“Hey, would you wanna hang out?” Harry’s voice came in softly through the phone. You were taken back since you haven’t known him very long.  You met originally at a party through a mutual friend but haven’t been able to talk too much since. You figured he hardly noticed you.

“Okay, yeah…Whe-“

“Now, if you’re not too busy…” You look at the clock, it’s only 6 p.m. on a Sunday. You’re usually like to spend Sunday’s getting ready for the work week. But, this is Harry Styles asking YOU to hang out.

“No, I’m not busy tonight. I can’t really go out though; I have work in the morning.”

“Oh well, if it’s too la-“

“It’s not late, Harry. I’m not that lame. I just can’t go out to the bars tonight is all.”

“How about I come to you?” Harry said so softly, you could tell he was uncomfortable for inviting himself over but you’re glad he didn’t invite you to his place. You were already in your usual black leggings from Costco, a place he’s probably never heard of and a giant t-shirt from your almamater. Not to mention, you were doing laundry and cleaning the apartment, part of your Sunday ritual.

“Okay, but warning I’m lookin a mess.” You both laugh.

“I’m in sweats anyway.”

“Gucci sweats don’t really count as sweats, Harry.” Again you laugh.

“Alright, Alright. I’m on my way. Text me your address.” You hang up and text him your address and the code to let him through the door so he doesn’t have to wait.

What’s this going to be like? Why does he want to hang out? You continue to think about these two important questions while you clean your apartment in high-speed. Trying to put all of your laundry in a basket assuming there’s no time to actually put away your clothes.

After about 20 minutes of trying to casually clean the apartment so you didn’t look like too much of a try hard, there was a knock at your door.  You take a deep breath and walk over to open the door.

“Hi.”

“Hey, come on in! Did you struggle finding the place?” “Not too bad, actually.” He said stepping in to your small apartment.

He walked in and looked around. It was a little one bedroom one bath apartment in LA, so it was a pretty penny monthly. However, you thought you got a great deal considering it was just you, you didn’t need much. But now, having Harry here (by far the richest man you’ve ever met let alone had in your apartment) you felt small and as if it wasn’t clean enough.

“This is a nice little spot you got here.” Harry stated sweetly but you knew he was just being nice.

“Thanks, I really like it. It’s small but it’s just me so I don’t need much.”

He walked around, in the kitchen and then to the living room. You had pictures all over the place. You moved across the country so spur of the moment due to an unbelievable job opportunity, that you had to have pictures of all of your favorite people surrounding you.

“Lots of pictures. Lots of people.” He said looking closely at a picture of your family. You came from a large family, youngest of four, two sister-in-laws and a nephew. It was by far your favorite picture in your apartment, but also probably in your possession.

“That’s my family.” You went through and pointed out everyone and told him a little about each. He laughed at your little side stories. You tend to ramble when you’re talking about your family. Since, you’re all so close the stories really build on each other.

“Ah, I’m so jealous you have a big family. I just have my sister, Gemma. We’re pretty close though.” He said thoughtfully looking at you now. You could tell he was trying to figure something out, read you. You sent him a questioning look. “Do you know much about me? I swear I ask in the least cocky way possible but I am curious. Rachel said you were a fan of One Direction.”

“Ahhh, here we go” You say adjusting yourself on the couch. “Yeah, I’m a fan. Can’t even lie about it. But I swear I’m not some crazy stalker fan, I don’t know much about your family or personal life really.” This time he laughed, so you continued. “I’ve seen you once, back home. I think I was a freshman in college, Zayn was still in the band so… it was a hot minute ago. But I would also like to point out that, you called me to hang out.”

You both talked and chatted for a while. He made you laugh and you him, at one point you decided to offer him a glass of wine. You enjoyed talking to him, he made you excited and relaxed all at the same time. You were intoxicated by his aroma; he was so sweet. You could tell he really wanted you to see who he was, beyond the fame. But in the middle of you telling a story, there was another knock on your door.

“Sorry, I have no idea who this is.” You said as you got up, Harry got up behind you telling that you were wary of opening the door. You look through the peep hole, “Oh!” you say. He sit down at the counter by the door as you turn and nod at him, letting him know that you know who is there.

“Hey! I got a surprise for you!!” Your neighbor Johnathan says as soon as you open the door. You crack it so he can’t see Harry sitting there. You really enjoyed your privacy and are sure Harry does ten times as much.

“You know I don’t like surprises…” You tell Johnathan. He was your first friend in LA as he is your neighbor from down the hall. He looks for you to open the door, so you do but very cautiously hoping that if Harry doesn’t want to be seen here he’ll bolt for the bathroom.

“Oh my God.” Johnathan said as he looked up into the apartment seeing Harry Styles casually sitting at your counter drinking your favorite wine. “So, now my surprise won’t be nearly as cool seeing as Harry Styles is sitting in your apartment.”

“Hi, I’m Harry.” Harry waves and looks at Johnathan who is cautiously walking into the apartment to stand next to the counter.

“Johnathan, I live down the hall.” He held out his hand. Johnathan was the typical office guy. He often wore button downs and khaki’s or a collared shirt and jeans and always had his short dark hair pushed back. He was such a sweet guy and meant so much to you in the short time you’ve known him. He was very cute, you had to admit. “Anyway, the surprise!” He says so causally, almost forgetting Harry was there. Almost.

You nodded at him to proceed. Harry sat watching you both as you went to the cabinet to pull out a glass of wine for your friend, not knowing how long he’ll be here.

“Basically long story shot: My boss had tickets to Sam Smith and now can’t go so gave them to me, so we’re going. I don’t care what you have planned, you’re coming.” He said, knowing that you hate surprises because you feel like you never give the desired response.

“STOP! That’s so sweet of you. Are you sure you don’t want to take your mom or sister instead?” You ask, it’s so sweet of him to ask but you really wanted to make sure he wasn’t stepping on toes by asking you instead.

“Eh, they’ll be fine. So you’re in?”

“Of course I’m in! Thank you so much for inviting me!!” You say, jumping up to hug him.

“Alright, well I’ll leave you two to it. Harry it was so nice meeting you. And you I’ll be seeing tomorrow for lunch, right?” Johnathan said turning to you for the last part. Your offices were close, so you would often meet at a food truck for lunch.

“Yes, lunch tomorrow at the usual.” You said walking him out. “So how long have you two been dating?” Harry asked looking at you to read your face. You could tell he was not expecting the shock he saw.

“What? No, we’re just friends.” You said shyly taking another sip of your wine.

“Yeah? Who made that decision?” You looked at him with confusion. “Oh, come on. He likes you. You must like him; he’s taking you to a Sam Smith concert instead of his family. You know his family would want to go. There’s more than you’re telling me.”

“No. It’s really not like that. He’s just the first friend I’ve made out here. I couldn’t imagine being here without him. When I get homesick, he’ll take me to his parent’s house for a home cooked meal. He’s just an amazing friend. Plus, he’s not my type, so it wouldn’t work.” You laugh at the last part so he doesn’t take the first part so seriously.

“And what type is he?”

“He’s a total frat daddy!” You say and then immediately regret it. Harry’s face went from shock to uncontrollable laughter.

“What the hell is a ‘frat daddy’?” He can hardly get it out he’s laughing so hard.

“Well, hmm do you know what a frat is? Like a fraternity?” You ask him and he nods.

“Very American.” He’s still laughing.

“Yeah, so he’s very typical: loafers, clean cut, business major, and collared shirts. Frat.” You said as he continued to nod calming himself down. “And then a daddy is…” You trail off not sure how to say it without your face turning red.

“I know what a ‘daddy’ is.” Harry stated, serious but with a smirk on his face causing you to blush.

Friend's wedding by paperklipp featuring a floral off the shoulder dress