Ever Since LA - h.s.

fifty five.

   However, Kendall and Gigi didn't drop it that easily. When we were in New York for Fashion Week, let's just say we wound up filming our entire time there.

"What's this?" I ask Kendall as she hands me a camera. She showed up at my hotel room door about thirty seconds ago completely unannounced, but I'm glad she's here because I was just starting to get bored.

"What does it look like? It's a camera." She points at it and walks into my room. "You, me, and Gi are going to vlog Fashion Week."

I look at the camera in my hand then up at her, my brows creasing in confusion. "Vlog like those YouTubers do?"

"Yes! Exactly like that." Kenny confirms.

"You're going to bring up YouTube for the rest of my life aren't you?" I take a seat on my bed next to her and a grin spreads across her face.

"Yes I am."

"Well, you watched the video. Right?" I ask Harry and he nods, a cheeky little grin on his face. "Exactly, that's how."

"We're backstage at Michael Kors." I hear Gigi say and I glance up from the head of hair in front of me to see her holding my camera in her hand and speaking. "Hayley is busy at work, making all of us look our best for the runway." I look back down and hear my assistant stylist laugh as well.

   We weren't actually intending for the internet to ever see the video. It started as a joke. But, obviously, that changed and I've come to realise that whenever I start something as a joke, I almost always stop joking about it.

"I thought you told me you guys weren't going to post it. And then all of a sudden I see the three of you are trending on Twitter after you proceeded to post it." Harry seems to read my thoughts.

   Harry and I spoke almost everyday for the past six weeks that we were away from each other, but never long enough conversations for me to give him all the details on this weird thing. I say it's weird because suddenly my YouTube channel has been revived and I have thousands of people begging me to start posting more.

"Yeah, that was an accident. Kenny, Gi and I stayed up one night, taught ourselves how to edit - or rather they watched me teach myself - and then we kind of just impulsively posted it. Well, not so impulsively. We impulsively sent it to their publicists for approval of posting it and then we posted it."

   If I say "posted it" one more time I might have an aneurysm.

"I'm glad you did. So are the fans." Harry's little smile takes over his features now.

"The fans?" I question him for elaboration.

"You know, the ones who have been trying to find something out about you since you keep all your social media's private."

"Right. Those fans." I remember once meeting a girl who said something along those lines to me.

"Are you excited to see the boys?" Harry shifts the topic of conversation.

"Very. I missed them a lot." I answer but he looks anything but impressed.

"Wrong answer," he says.

I look at him funny. "There was a right answer?"

"Yes. You only missed me. The other idiots are irrelevant, duh."

I crack a smile which then grows into a laugh. "You're hilarious, Styles."

"I know." He kisses my cheek.

"Okay, so, tell me everything I missed." I grab his one hand with both of mine and rest it on my lap.

"Before I forget, we just finished making a song and it's really cool because of this one part. I wrote the song, by the way, but that's not the point here."