#harryyy

Chapter one- New job

***Layla Blackwood is an up and coming photographer. Getting the job of her dreams, she starts working for the one and only Harry Styles, her world was like a dream. After going through hundreds of applications, Harry chose her to be the official photographer for his first solo tour. He wanted everything to be perfect, this go around. It was her job to capture every moment both on and off the stage. It was truly like a dream come true.******

I had been on tour with Harry for a little of two weeks now, and I still couldn't believe that this was my life. It was as if I were walking on a cloud, and waiting for someone to pinch me awake. We were currently in New York City, which was only the second show on the world wide tour.

The excitement backstage was intoxicating. I could feel every nerve in my body come alive with excitement. Harry was gearing up to step on the stage, and he was doing his best to hype everyone up for it. Everyone was pumped and extremely excited to get the show started.

Lifting the camera to my eye, I took a few photos of Harry and his band mates. They were all standing around talking, laughing, and paying me no mind. It was a perfect opportunity to capture their true selves. Their carefree banter put a bright smile on my face. Snapping away, I was in my own little world.

“Five minutes!” Jeff called out.

The band took their places on the stage, leaving Harry behind. I continued to snap pictures of him, as he mentally prepared himself for the crowd. I could tell that he was a ball of nerves. Everyone had mentioned how incredibly scared he was of launching his solo career. He really didn't want to disappoint his fans.

Noticing the flash, he looked up. I couldn't help but freeze, as he caught my eye. His face seemed to light up, causing my heart to momentarily stop beating. I couldn't help but kick myself, for staring. Before I knew it, he was making his was towards me.

“You know I wanted you to take pictures of the actual tour right? By that I mean of my performing on stage with the rest of the band.” He smirked. “I don't need any of just myself.” He said teasingly.

“I thought I was,” I told him innocently while snapping another picture. “We have to have some of you backstage now don't we?”

At that he laughed. He smiled brightly, as he thought it over.

“I suppose you're right. You look very nice tonight,” he commented changing the subject.

Blushing, I gazed down. I had never been one for liking attention. Being a photographer, I had the perfect excuse to stay behind the scenes. However, I had been complimented quite a lot on my style by everyone on the crew. Including Harry. And being complimented by the gorgeous Harry Styles was the single greatest feeling.

Tonight, I had on a simple blush colored blouse paired with black skinny jeans. I was also wearing a black leather jacket. I had to keep it comfortable, because I knew that I would be moving around quite a lot in order to capture every angle of Harry. Before the tour, I decided to splurge on getting my hair done. My long brown hair was now perfectly layered down my back, and I had spent an hour making sure it was flawlessly curled. I wanted to make the best impression, and it seemed like my planning was paying off.

Trying to hide my blush, I acted like I was checking out the pictures I had already taken.

“The blush makes you that much more perfect,” he stated quietly. It was almost a murmur, and I wasn't entirely sure I heard him correctly.

“Thank you, Harry.” I told him sincerely, giving him a shy smile.

“Anytime, love. I hope you enjoy tonight's show.” He said with a wink.

With that, he walked backed to the stage to get into place. It took me a moment to gather myself, after that interaction. Snapping one final photo, I turned and walked down the steps. Heading to the front of the stage where the guards were posted, I positioned myself right in the front. Harry had made sure that security had at least two guards around me at all times. He wanted to make sure that no one messed with me, while I was trying to work. He was truly the sweetest and most caring guy.

The lights went off, signaling the crowd. The music started, and Harry's angelic voice came over the speakers. When the lights came back on, he was standing center stage. I began to get to work, as he performed. I made sure to capture him singing, dancing, and having a blast with his mates. I also to hundreds of pictures of him interacting with the millions of fans.

Harry was a truly amazing performer. There was never a dull moment, during the entire show. The crowd danced and cheered, as they gushed over their idol. Although most of the pictures did not do him justice, his personality could definitely be seen. I had hundreds of pictures of his many smirks, smiles, and goofy faces.

By the end of the show, my finger was starting to cramp up. I had probably gone overboard, and taken at least a thousand pictures. As Harry was saying his final thanks, I stood up to leave. Before I could make my way around the stage, Harry caught my eye. Giving me a smirk, he winked ever so slightly.

“I would live you all to meet my lovely new photographer!” He called out to the crowd.

Stopping abruptly, I looked up at him narrowing my eyes. He seemed to love my distress that much more. Smiling brightly, he continued to talk to the crowd.

“This is Layla Blackwood! She is in charge of taking all of the pictures for us on tour, and she decides what is posted online. So if you would all be very kind to her so that she doesn't post any nudes of me, that would be fantastic!”

The crowd cheered and laughed, while you blushed and rolled your eyes at him. The fans that were closest to me starting shouting question after question. Doing my best to ignore them, I made a break for it. Finally backstage, I took my camera from around my neck and started to scroll through it.

“Get any good shots?” Harry asked, walking up beside me.

“I might have gotten a few,” I told him, stealing his smirk. “What was all that about?”

“What? I always introduce my team to the fans.” He said innocently. “I want them to appreciate you as much as I do.”

“Uh huh, sure you do.” I told him, not buying it.

He smirked once more, before changing the subject. He was a pro at that.

“A few of us are going out to get a drink, before we head off. Would you care to join us?” He asked, hopeful.

“I don't know. I've got to go through all of these millions of pictures I just took, and then I think I'm going to turn in.”

“Millions huh?”

“What can I say? I had to make sure to get the perfect one.” I told him smiling.

“Alright... Well if you change your mind, let me know. We won't be gone to long. We have to be heading out to the next city.”

“Thanks Harry,” I told him softly, “Have a goodnight.”

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Later that night, I found myself sitting on the tour bus staring at my computer screen. I had gone through most of the hundreds of photos that I had taken throughout the day, and my eyes were starting to burn. I knew I needed to call it a night. It was getting rather late, and I could no longer stare at the screen.

Shutting down the computer, I set it to the side. Turning off the light, I laid down. I made myself comfortable, and I tried my very best to shut my mind off. Laying there, my mind wondered aimlessly. It was useless. Looking at my phone, I noticed it was already three in the morning.

Sighing, I decided to get up and stretch my legs. Trying to be as quiet as possible, I walked to the front of the bus and grabbed a bottle of water.

“Couldn't sleep?” I heard a raspy voice call out.

Looking up, I saw Harry sitting on the couch talking to Mitch. “Nope.” I told them simply and came to join them. Sitting beside Harry, I noticed they were playing cards.

“Would you like to join us?” Harry asked.

“No, thank you. I'm not very good at cards.”

They laughed and continued their game. I watched them play and listen to them talk, until my eyelids started to grow heavy.

Noticing me fighting my sleep, he simply looked at me and tapped his lap. Hesitantly, I laid my head in his lap and closed my eyes. He absentmindedly started to run his fingers through my hair, as he continued talking to Mitch. I had to admit, it felt really nice. I was utterly content.

I had just about fallen asleep, when Harry caught me completely off guard.

“Fuck! I think I'm in love.” He whispered.

“What do you mean?” Mitch asked, concerned. “You've only just met.”

“Look at her! She's just so perfect..” He sighed.

mars: who is your ideal best friend?

Anyone who I click with tbh…and doesn’t judge the weird shit i say/do lmaoo…i dont have any specifics for a best friend but you just become one ig (also YOU ARE ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS SO LIKE YA)

the moon: favorite quote?

I have mannnyyy tbhhh….so i’ll just give you another one of my faves and it’s “We do not remember days, we remember moments”

the sun: what motivates you?

Fear of failure…ik motivation is meant to be something positive…but I work best only when I’m afraid of truly failing….let it be failing at a task or failing the people around me

phobos: what was your favorite song as a child?

I was a disney child….so it really was ‘I see the light’ from tangled   

ceres: out of everyone/thing in this world, who would you elect president?

ooooo idkkkkk…like i really dont know….can it be a fictional character?…cos then it’d be Diana Wrayburn or Charlotte

kepler-22b: if you could go anywhere, where would it be/why?

I wanna go to SOOO MANYYY PLACESSS…….Greece, Norway….Greenland…Antarctica?….but currently Australia cos I wanna help them out with the fires and I feel awful sitting so far away and not being able to do anything….over a billion animals are dead and people are only just barely waking up