A/N; Harry's NYC apartment above for a visual ;)
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Harry
✿✼:*゚:.。..。.:*・゚゚・*I walk inside my house and head straight for the kitchen to open the cabinet that holds all my liquor. I need another drink. Or six, seven maybe. I pour a short glass of tequila, shooting it back and quickly pouring myself another one before bracing myself across the counter above it.
My phone buzzes in my pocket and I throw it on the counter in front of me. The screen lights up with more notifications; none of them the one I really want to see.
This. This is why I don't do relationships anymore.
I was so fucking livid the moment I saw the pictures that yeah, I asked fucking Bella to come home with me. But here I am, alone at my house. She was super fucking confused when I dropped her off at Kendall's instead of bringing her to mine, but halfway to my neighborhood I realized that I wasn't going to feel any better by getting a revenge fuck out of this.
But dear God did I want to... the old me would have. The Harry before Chloe would have snorted a line of coke off of Bella's tits before going home and fucking the shit out of her, with zero regrets the next morning.
Post-Chloe Harry is a pussy who can't even bring himself to cheat on his girlfriend because I haven't even gotten to talk to her to hear her side of the story. When the fuck did I become this whipped?
I swallow the glass of tequila in front of me, setting the glass down loudly and picking up my phone. I scroll to Chloe's name and press the call button. It's about five in the morning and I'm not even expecting her to be awake. Just as I thought, the call goes to her voicemail and I hang up.
I pour another glass of tequila, and I am about to swallow it and go to bed when Jeff's number pops up on my screen.
J: Harry, have you seen the photos?
H: Yes Jeffrey, what the fuck do you think?
J: This isn't good. Reign her in.
H: Reign her in? She's not a horse, you idiot.
J: You know what I mean. Have you talked to her?
H: No. Not yet. I'll update you tomorrow.
Actually.. wait a second... I dial Jeff's number.
"Harry?" Jeff croaks sleepily from the other end, as if he wasn't just talking to me moments ago. A rouse to hide his attachment to his phone and job from his girlfriend.
"I need a plane to New York," I instruct him.
"Fuck's sake, H. Now? You can't be serious."
"Yes, now. I'll be at the airport in an hour. Figure it out, or I'll find someone who will." I hang up and down the third glass of tequila before texting Jeffrey that I will also need a car to the airport. I just drank three glasses of tequila within a timespan of ten minutes, I definitely can't drive.
A shower later and after lazily throwing some personal belongings in a duffel, I'm on my way to the executive airport that Jeff arranges private flights out of, when I need them. I hop on board, greeting the flight attendant and pilots before retiring to the back cabin of the aircraft, where I plan on sleeping off the terrible choices I made... and I need to figure out what the hell I'm going to actually do once this aircraft touches back down.
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The Contract // H.S.
FanfictionChloe Bennett is trying to get her big break as an actor in Hollywood, but when she's cast in her first major film role with Harry Styles, she never expected to be locked into something she can't get out of. What happens when a simple contract gets...