Random Harry Styles Short Stories || Completed!

Fake Breakup

"My God," Harry huffed, breathing a sigh of relief when the SUV door slammed behind him.

"What? You aren't used to this yet?" Dash gave him a small smile. "No more public shopping trips, I guess."

"You and I are on two very, very different spectrums," he chuckled. "People approach me, sometimes they invade my space. People want to, like, physically become one with you."

"That's how people feel about you, too," she insisted.

"No it isn't," he grinned. "Not even close. I know that I'm famous. You're... You're something that very few people will ever be. And you're only 25."

"Halfway to thirty," she said, looking down at her phone.

Harry met Dash about a year ago at the Grammy's. He wasn't sure who had sat him next to her, given her superstar status, but he would like to thank that person. They'd gone to dinner the next night, and within a month they were exclusively dating. Harry loved her, very much so, but he still found being with her a bit surreal.

She was an entirely different level of famous. Harry found himself recognized most of the time. But there were still people who didn't know who he was, or just didn't care. That hadn't happened to Dash Dane in years. She was meant to be famous, that was the first thing Harry thought when he met her. The name, the looks, the personality. She was like the perfect celebrity. She'd never had an album that hadn't gone number one across the world, her only scandals were small-scale and allowed her to build her image, and she always said the right things.

He was completely in love with her, he thought. She didn't much like to talk about being so famous, but sometimes he just had to say something. It was mind blowing, the way people obsessed over her. He'd never known someone quite like her. He'd had the opportunity to meet the Mariahs, the Eltons, but she had something different.

"I still don't have eggs," Dash complained. "You'd think a grocery store would be a safe space."

The cashier had quite literally leapt over her register to scream in Dash's face. That was usually the reaction she got. People were so excited that they couldn't form words or coherent thoughts. She was very good at smiling and trying to calm them down, but it did make doing every day things difficult.

"Someone'll go get them for you," Harry said.

"I wanted to go myself," she frowned. "I want to make the entire cake by myself. Including buying the ingredients."

"Kasey won't know whether you bought the eggs yourself or not," he reminded her.

It was Dash's longtime assistant's birthday this weekend, and Dash wanted to make it special. Harry felt badly, but the chances of her being able to grocery shop uninterrupted were very, very slim.

"Yeah, I know," she sighed. "Are you coming to the party? I can't remember what you told me..."

"I'm supposed to be writing in London in two days," Harry frowned. "But I'm going to cancel, I want to come to the party."

"Are you sure? Aren't you hoping to release something by the end of the year?" Dash looked up from her phone.

"It can wait a few days," he smiled. "I'll call Jeff while you bake."

Dash had purchased three houses in her gated community in order to unite the properties, build her house in the middle, and hopefully get some privacy. It worked for the most part. When they got back, Dash's stylist and makeup artist were sitting in the kitchen. She constantly had people around her house because she was always working and needing help with something or other.