Starbucks or Starstruck?

The Things We Do For Love

A/N: wow lots of weird typos in that last update. thats embarrassing. anyways- on with story. extra long one so ignore typos xo

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Harry's POV

I had to concentrate. We're almost done recording and then- we're free. If I even sang one note funny, we'll just have to keep redoing the verse over and over and I didn't have time for that. I had to see if Holly was okay. Or if it was even Holly. God, I hope it wasn't her. But I had to check, just to make sure, you know?

I mentally groaned.

Focus, Harry, you're almost done.

Maybe a few more minutes. Maybe ten? Fifteen at the most. These lads better not mess anything up. They don't know I'm in a hurry.

Suddenly, the music in my headphones stopped.

"Um, why don't we try that one again," the studio worker's voice spoke through the booth. "Niall and Harry, harmonize a little better and Liam try and keep your voice lower. Louis- higher. Ready?"

I tapped my foot and ran my hands through my hair impatiently as I let out an annoyed sigh. I mumbled a yes along with the other boys.

Louis chuckled quietly at me. "You alright there lad?" he asked but I didn't have time to answer before the music started to play again.

Only to stop again.

UGH.

　

Holly's POV

Ow.

What the fuck?

That was all that was going through my head right now. What even just happened?

The last thing I remember was having to slow down in the middle of the road because some girls with huge signs decided to run across the road right then. Next thing I knew, my car was lurched forward and impaled into a street lamp. Thank God for seat belts, or else I would have been limp on the sidewalk. I probably bruised up my arm a with though when it got crushed between my body and the steering wheel. My stomach felt a bit squished from the seatbelt, but other than that... I was pretty sure the rest of my body was okay. I leaned back in my seat and rubbed my temples. I can't believe I just got in a car crash. My boss better not find out; I have work tomorrow and if I have one horrible, ugly bruise, she'll have my head.

I must have just sat there for about five to ten minutes before my stupid mind thought:

Wait. What if my car blows up?

Oh my God, I have to get out. I started to panic. I doubt it really will blow up, but my hood was all smokey and steamy and I'm a paranoid person. I always prepare for the worst case scenarios. I grabbed my purse and any belongings in my car I absolutely needed, and carefully slipped out of the car and stumbled out onto the street and circled around to the sidewalk. The crash stopped most traffic on the road and I could hear the sirens in the distance. It hurt to flex my wrist and I was starting to worry. It better not be fractured or anything.

Wait, my car. It was so damaged. I don't have the money to repair it! Seriously, can't I catch a break here? I'm going to get kicked out of my flat! Then have to move back in with my parents...

I started to get angry.

I marched right up to the giant truck that hit me and banged on the driver's window until he rolled it down. The man inside had a grey beard and was missing some teeth. I could practically smell his disgusting stench from where I was standing.