A/N: THIS IS HER OUTFIT FOR LATER!!!! Also, this song... lol.
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I wake up feeling refreshed for the first time in what feels like a long time, and I know it's because I didn't wake up to my alarm today, I woke up on my own, next to Harry Styles. He's laying on his stomach, his face buried in the pillows, and his back exposed to the cool air of the room.

I get out of bed, and try my hardest to be quiet as I reach in my backpack for my pills. I pull them out, taking each pill from its bottle and putting it into a pile on the table in front of me. Once I'm done I put the bag back and grab the water bottle, putting the handful of pills in my mouth and swallowing quickly.

    "What are you doing?" His voice is rough with sleep, and I jump at the sound of it from behind me.

    "You scared me half to death. I'm not doing anything, what are you doing?" I fight back, and he props himself up on his hand, staring at me as I walk towards my suitcase.

    "I was watching you doing something...To be specific, I saw you with a huge bag of pills if I'm not mistaken." His voice is pointed and I know he's going to pry, but he can't win this time, I won't break.

    "You are mistaken. No pills. No more questions." I point a finger at him, and he smirks. "What?" I ask, and his smirk only grows.

    "You said no more questions, so that means you have to come out with me today." My face falls into a scowl, but his doesn't chance, it hardly does.

    "How does that logic even make sense? I'm not going anywhere with you." I argue back while sorting out my outfit for the day.

    "Because I would have asked you to go out with me, but you said no more questions so now I'm telling you that you're going, and you look at me as your boss so that means you can't say no." He boasts, and he's cute in the morning, his hair messy and pointing in every direction, the tattoos dancing on his skin.

    "You're not my boss if I'm fucking you, and I'm saying no, boss or not." I don't look at him.

    "Come on El, I'm not asking for anything but some time out of a hotel room, and I would like you to accompany me. I'll even promise no compliments if that will make you happy." His voice is lightening up, and my chest is warming, telling me to say yes while my head has big flashing neon signs that say no in capital letters.

    "I cannot go out with you. I'm a female, meaning I will be murdered and slandered online, sorry but I don't want that." He sits up at my words.

    "I can promise that will not happen to you, and don't ask me why, just trust me. You're not going to get any type of rude comments, or anything of the sense." He defends and I give him a blank stare.

    "Don't you have other friends you can go out with?" I ask, standing up.

    "I do, but I want to spend time with you, the one person on my team I haven't spent time with." He argues back, and I wave my hand at him.

    "The fact that you're sitting in my hotel room right now at eleven in the morning with hardly any clothes on makes your point completely invalid." I say, and he groans.

    "You're so complicated. Can you just say yes to one thing? It's not every day a star asks you out to lunch." He opens his arms, shrugging at his sarcastic remark, and I roll my eyes.

    "That doesn't help your case, and I have been asked out by my clients before for lunch so you're not special either. I think going out together is a bad idea." I rest my case to him, and he stands up, stopping me from going to the bathroom.

    "It's nothing more than two people spending time together. I won't even consider you my friend after today if you say yes." He argues once more, and I'm realizing how persistent he is.

    "So if I say no does that mean we're friends then?" I ask, and he thinks for a second.

    "Yes? I think." He shrugs his shoulders.

    "Fine. I will spend SOME time with you today, not the entire day, and don't even try to change my mind because you won't." I jab my finger towards him, and he smiles as he's obviously proud of himself. My face is in a scowl but instantly drops when I hear a knock on my door. "You do not say a word, don't even breath if you can help it. Promise me?" I ask, and he smirks.

    "Spend all day with me, and I'll be quiet." He fights back and my mouth drops.

    "You are such an asshole. Come on Harry, please just-" There's another knock.

    "Sounds like someone really needs to talk to you, I'll go answer the door why don't I?" He steps up, and I place my hands on his chest pushing as hard as I can, but he walks with ease, my feet sliding on the carpet as he moves towards the door.

    "Harry please- I just need... fuck, fine! Fine! I'll spend the day with you." I give in and he stops in his tracks smirking.

    "Promise?" He asks, holding a pinky out and I roll my eyes, locking my pinky with his.

    "You're such a child. Yes, I promise, now go back over there now." I turn him around and lightly shove as I walk towards the door, checking behind me to make sure he actually did what I said before opening it.

    "Well it took you long enough! Did I wake you up or something?" Anthony leans on my door frame.

    "No, well yes actually, I was up late last night." I don't know what to say to him because I've never had to lie to him before which is an odd feeling. He's my best friend, he deserves the truth.

    "Why? What's going on?" He asks sweetly.

    "Nothing. I just couldn't sleep." I lie. I slept better than normal last night, but he won't know that.

    "Alright well since we've got the day off I was wondering if you'd want to go shopping, or get lunch or do anything?" He asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

    "Let me see if-" I start, and here a slight cough behind me, only loud enough for me, and I sigh. "I can't." I tell him truthfully, and he tilts his head.

    "Please tell me you're not going to lock yourself in this hotel room all day, because if you are I'm calling the police." He looks straight at me, his face serious.

    "No... Believe it or not I have plans with Harry." I tell him, waiting for him to blow up.

    "Okay now I know you're lying. Seriously what are you doing all day?" He asks, shifting his weight.

    "I'm serious. Sadly I'm spending my day with Harry, and don't bother trying to ask him because he's still asleep. I've already texted and got no reply." I lie once more, knowing Anthony is the type of person that would go to his door and ask, but if he did that I would be found out, because Harry isn't in his bed, he's in mine.

    "Okay fine, at least let me come in, and we can order room service before he wakes up." He moves forward and I inch the door closed with a smile.

    "I uhm- need to get ready, sorry bye!" I close the door in his face and let out a deep breath. He's going to text me and ask my why I'm acting so weird, I can feel it now. I walk back, only to see Harry smirking as he sits on the edge of the bed. "Oh wipe that look off of your face." I whine, and sit next to him. "I don't like lying to my best friend." I tell him honestly.

    "I've already told you that you don't have to lie to anyone. You're the one who wants to keep this a secret, not me." He defends, and I sigh.

    "Like I said before, I don't want anyone to know because it will only make things awkward and complicated. I can't tell Anthony until I know what's actually going on here." I motion between the two of us.

    "What is actually going on?" He repeats back to me, questioning my words.

    "I have no idea what's going on here. Yes we're sleeping together but is this going to continue for longer than a few show dates? Continue long enough to make it a point to tell my best friend?" I speak my thoughts out loud.

    "I'd like it to continue. I like..... I forgot I can't say that. Okay yes, that's all I'm allowed to say so that's all I will say." He leans back on the bed, propping himself up on his arm.

    "Okay so say this continues then. Say we sleep together, no strings attached, and it gets to the last tour date. We go on about our days as if it never happened? As if I never met you?" I ask, and he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth as he thinks.

    "I don't want that. On the business side of this I want you and your team to continue designing for me. I've really looked at all the pieces you've accumulated for this tour and it's blown me away. On the not business side of things I wouldn't want to pretend I never met you either. I won't say anything else because you'll get mad at me but I think you can infer what I'm thinking." His hair is falling in his face now, and his smile is wide.

I roll my eyes at him, and push his shoulder back so he falls onto the bed completely. I stand, grabbing my clothes and heading to the bathroom to fix my hair and makeup.

    "I'm leaving in an hour if you're ready or not, so I'd get to it if I were you." I tell him, leaning over the counter, still wearing his shirt from last night.

    "I thought I was taking you out?" He asks.

    "I am taking myself out, you're just coming along to annoy me." I correct him, while plugging in my straightener.

    "I'll never win with you will I?" He asks, and I turn to him from the bathroom.

    "You won the night you got me into bed. Now go get ready or I will leave your ass behind." He stands up, and walks towards me. He stands beside me, and without heels on I feel short next to him, even though the height difference isn't too drastic. He pushes my hand away from my face, and tilts my chin up to him, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. I let him kiss me, and once he starts to walk away I swat at his ass, causing him to turn around and point a finger at me.

    "Watch yourself El, I will throw you into bed right now and never let you leave." He threatens.

    "Oh please. That way I wouldn't have to be seen in public with you." I retort back and he rolls his eyes, leaving my room. I get myself ready, and end up pulling my hair back into a ponytail to keep it away from my face.

I put on a soft white shirt that hugs my skin, and baggy camel colored pants along with white tennis shoes. My black Gucci purse hangs from my side as I walk from the room, and lift my hand to knock on Harry's, but right before I do it opens, and he's standing there smiling at me.

    "You came to get me instead of leaving. I'm surprised." He hums, and I stand there with a blank face.

    "Are we leaving or not?" I ask, not liking that he noticed. I'm really not trying to be rude to him, I don't mind him even though he annoys me most of the time. I just don't want to get too close to him emotionally, or mentally.

He's a charmer, I've seen it with everyone he comes in contact with, they all fall at his feet, and I won't be one of those people. We walk together, and stand side by side in the elevator, and once we're out I slow my pace. "You're sure that I won't get attacked or mobbed by crazy fans?" I ask, and he laughs, shaking his head no.

    "I'll probably get stopped for pictures, but it shouldn't be too crazy, notice I don't have security going with us." He motions around him, and I didn't think about that before. Is that smart? No probably not.

    "How are you so sure there aren't going to be pictures of me all over the internet with headlines like 'Harry Styles secret lover.' and ' mysterious girl out with Harry Styles.' and all those fan accounts too?" I ask, keeping my arms crossed over my chest as we walk out of the lobby and into the morning air.

    "I know my fans, don't worry about it okay?" He looks to me from the side and I look for a second more, and then back to my feet as they walk. I don't say anything because I truly don't know anything about his lifestyle. My designs are famous, not me, I've never in my life been stopped on the side of the street and I'm okay with that. "Where are we headed?" He asks, and I look up in front of me.

    "I'm kind of hungry, so lunch, and I'm making it known that I will be paying for myself." I point a finger at him, and he softly smiles, looking down to his feet.

    "Why?" He asks, and something I've noticed about him is that even when you're not looking at him you can hear the smile in his voice. You know it's there, and you don't even have to see it. I like that about him, though it's rather annoying that someone can smile so often.

    "Because when you pay for me it makes this a date, and this is not, by ANY means a date." I tell him, and I'm staring at him now, that way he knows how serious I am.

    "I can't pay for you because I'm being kind, and want to pay for my friend's lunch? To pay you back for designing me such wonderful suits?" He questions, and he sways his arms back and forth, making it more prominent how cute he is, or how cute he's trying to be.

    "First of all we're not friends, we're colleagues, and second of all you're paying me back for designing those suits by paying me, which you've already done that so there's no need for you to pay for my lunch." I argue back, and this should be the end of the argument, but I know it won't be because he likes to win.

    "We're friends, and the only reason I have for paying for you is because I want to, I would like to." He states, and I roll my eyes at him.

    "You're not paying for me, end of story." I clip my sentence, making it known that I'm done with this conversation, and I'd like to think he is too, as we both fall silent.

    "We'll see about that." He mumbles under his breath, a huge grin plastered on his face.

I want to strangle this man sometimes, he irritates me sixteen out of the twenty four hours in the day, and that's because the other eight hours he's sleeping, or on stage. We walk past a few cafes and Harry points them out to me, but I continue walking, mostly because now he's getting tired of the same word coming from my lips. No. I finally choose a cafe on my own, mostly because I think he's tired of hearing me turn his ideas down. "Finally." He mumbles.

    "What can I say. I've got particular taste." I shrug my shoulders as we walk through the doors, and I look him up and down.

    "Are we talking about restaurants still?" I shrug my shoulders, and take my eyes from him, knowing he's probably rolling his eyes at me. We are sat at a table near a window that overlooks the street, and the boats lining the waterfront near us too.

    "This city is-" I start, but before I can get my sentence out I turn and see Harry's eyes elsewhere.

    "Hi Harry." The girl looks like she's in her late teens, but she's calm... she's not crying or freaking out... at least not on the outside.

    "Hi." He waves his hand once, and the girl looks to him as if she's waiting for him to grow wings and fly to heaven in front of her eyes. "Would you like a photo?" He asks, and she smiles at his words.

    "If it's not too much of a bother, I just wanted to tell you that I love your music, and you inspire me." She smiles, and when she switches her phone into the other hand I can see that she's shaking too. "I don't need a picture or anything, I don't want to disturb you, I just would have been mad at myself if I didn't tell you that." She's confident in her speech, and it's sweet how much he inspires people, she's in complete awe of him.

    "Thank you. A photo is no problem." He smiles to her and stands up. Her eyes go slightly wide as he towers over her short frame... yea trust me I know girl. "Do you mind taking the picture El?" He talks to me, and I shake my head no. The girl acknowledges me for the first time as she smiles, and hands me her phone with her shaky hands.

    "Thank you." She mumbles to me, and stands next to him. He gives a soft smile, and holds his hand up giving a peace sign to me, and she smiles wide. I snap three pictures. "Could I have a hug?" She asks, and he bends down, hugging her tightly, probably making her entire life with such a small gesture.

I take two more pictures of the exchange, and watch as he pulls back. I can't tell but it looks like she might have tears in her eyes. "This means so much. I love you so much, thank you." She speaks quickly, and he smiles.

    "I love you. Thank you, what was your name?" He asks the girl.

    "Sofia." She smiles.

    "It was lovely meeting you Sofia. Have a wonderful day." He moves back to the table, and sits down. I give her the phone back, and she smiles at me.

    "Thank you both. I hope you have a good time on tour." She waves, and Harry returns the motion, and then looks at me once she's gone.

    "What were you saying?" He asks, going back to the conversation as if nothing just happened.

    "Oh- uhm.. I said this city is really beautiful." I mumble, looking down at the menu I can't fully understand.

    "Oh yea, I like it here alright." He looks at his own menu.

    "How can you go on about this as if that didn't just happen?" I ask, looking at him because I really need to know this, I'm more than confused right now.

    "What? Oh, Sophie?" He asks, speaking of the fan and I nod. "I get approached so often, it's normal." He tells me.

    "But she was so appreciative, so kind. I don't know, I just didn't think that when you got approached by a fan it would play out like that. I expected screaming and crying, and I don't know, just not that." I tell him honestly.

    "Maybe a few years ago it might have been... The fans grew up with me, and they're not all screaming young girls anymore. I've learned if I respect them, and come to them in a calm manner they'll react the same, either way you get used to it." He tells me, and he hasn't looked up to me once.

    "So you've encountered fans just like her before? People that obviously care about you, and love you with everything, and it's just another normal thing to you, you just brush it off like it's nothing?" I know there's judgment in my tone, but I can't help it right now. He looks up finally, and he's got a soft grin on his lips.

    "It's not nothing. I adore my fans, they're the reason I'm anything, but I can't get sentimental for everyone because she's not the only one that feels that way, there's thousands just like her. I appreciate each and every one of my fans, and the people who support me, that will never change, and it's not always normal, sometimes I feel like it's insane that people look at me the way they do, and other times I get used to it. I can't explain it." He tells me, and I look back down, not replying this time.

A waitress comes by, and of course she's mesmerized by Harry, just like the rest of the world, and the two of us order drinks, along with food, and when she walks away he clasps his hands on the table, and looks to me with a smile.

    "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask, leaning back into my chair.

    "Why are you getting so defensive? I just smiled, and I smiled because now that we've gotten that out of the way we can get to know each other." He stays in the same position, leaning into the table while he speaks.

    "Can we skip this part?" I ask, and he chuckles, but I'm serious. I don't want him to get to know me, he knows enough as it is. "Fine, ask what you want, but I will not promise an answer to every question." I inform him, and he nods, smiling.

    "You said you grew up in Georgia, did you go to school there too?" He asks, and I shake my head.

    "Nope." I sip my drink, and he stares at me blankly. "What? I answered your question." I defend, and he rolls his eyes.

    "This is going to be a lot more painstaking if you want to be complicated. Where did you go to school El?" He pushes on, and I groan.

    "This is boring." I throw my head back, feeling odd talking about myself like this.

    "El..." He chastizes, and I sigh.

    "Fine. I went to school at F.I.T. in New York, and I never left after I graduated." I tell him, giving in because I know he won't stop until he gets the answers he wants.

    "Interesting, so you started working at Gucci when?" He asks, drinking his drink. His eyes have a power to switch with his mood, right now they are warm, and welcoming.

    "I left college at age twenty one, started at Gucci as an intern at twenty two, now I'm turning twenty five this year." I tell him, keeping my words straight as facts.

    "This isn't a meeting El, I'm trying to get to know you, I'm not hiring you for a job." He laughs, and I roll my eyes at him.

    "You've already hired me, so yes this is a meeting." I tell him, and he smirks.

    "So is our time in the bedroom a meeting too?" He asks, and his tone is playful now.

    "Keep it up, and you'll be having lunch for one in a few minutes." I tell him, and he doesn't let the playful smile leave his lips.

    "El.... there's something about you, I can't put a finger on it, but you're just so-" I cut him off.

    "Bitchy? Hard to be around? Annoying? Good, that's what I'm going for, that way you'll stop wanting to talk to me, and want to keep in strictly business." I tell him, clasping my hands together, and he raises his eyebrows at my expression.

    "Not my words, I was going to say interesting, and you can deny this all you want to, but I know there's more to you than this cold exterior you're putting off." He informs me, and I cross my arms over my chest.

    "This is just who I am, love it or leave it." I shrug my shoulders, and our food arrives, saving me instantly.

    "I think I'll choose option one." He smirks, and I roll my eyes. I should have chosen better words. "So-" He starts and I point my fork at him.

    "Nope. No more talking, we have food." I instruct, and he raises his hands in defense, diving into his food, just as I am. We eat mostly in silence, besides his small attempts to get me to talk, but I ignore all of them. The waitress comes back by, and lays a check on the table. "Oh, it's actually separate." I smile, reaching for the ticket to hand back to her, but Harry reaches for it, taking it before I can.

    "It's alright, I can pay for it, thank you." He smiles to the waitress, reaching into his pocket.

    "No I'd like my own check please." I argue back, and she looks confused as to what's going on. "Harry, we agreed." I speak under my breath.

    "I agreed to nothing, and you are making a scene." He is so fulfilled by this, the widest grin, and the dumbest dimple on his cheek. I glare at him as he hands her his card, and the check back.

    "I hate you." I speak through my teeth, angered at this gesture, the one thing I told him not to do, and he does it.

    "No you don't, but don't you think it's rather rude to tell the person who just paid for your lunch that you hate them?" He tilts his head, amusement pouring into his tone.

    "You're so unbelievable sometimes. Next time I will be paying for both of us." I demand, and he raises his eyebrows, causing me to realize what I just said. "That's not what I-" But he points his finger across the table, giving me a wide grin.

    "You said next time, you can't take that back!" He fights, and I whine out, throwing my head back.

    "Why do you insist on torchering me?" I look at him now, but he can't keep the small laughs from slipping out.

    "You said it, I'm not doing anything but going along with your words." He shrugs his shoulders, and watches the waitress, who comes back with his card. He takes it and gives her a kind smile. He takes the slip, and scribbles down a signature. "Are you ready?" He asks, and I smirk.

    "The real question is, are you ready?" I ask, and his straight face turns into a small smile.

    "More than you'd think." He stands, at the same time as me, and we leave the restaurant. I walk to the street, and hail a cab, knowing he's watching every move I make. "I'm guessing you've got something fun planned?" He asks, and I shrug.

    "It's more secluded, and relaxing, I thought it would be a good idea to do something away from people that way I didn't have to be seen with you, but now I'm realizing that means I have to talk to you so I'm regretting all my choices." I tell him, watching a cab pull up.

We climb in together and I tell him the address listed on my phone, making sure Harry doesn't peek over to my screen. He watches me fully as I sit back into the cushioned seat, staring at my phone.

"Can I help you?" I ask, and he shakes his head no, continuing to stare, causing me to sigh. This is going to be a long ass day.

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Song: Dirty Little Secret by The All-American Rejects.

Hmmm a lot of people don't like El.... all I have to say is give her a chance. Try to see what Harry sees in her.

I know you guys see Harry Styles and you're like OMG HOW COULD YOU SAY NO TO HIM...

But like it's not like that for people who actually know him, and not everyone handles their problems the same... this is how El deals with her shit, so just be kind to her!!!