Secret Love Song - A Harry Styles Mini Series (Part 1)
The sound of your phone ringing woke you up causing you to groan. You reached over to pick it up from the nightstand and saw that it was your boss. You sighed sitting up in bed and sliding to answer your phone.
“Hello?” You said quietly.
“Y/N! Thank god! Okay, are you available this morning?” She asked.
“Uh… yeah, why?” You asked.
“Madison is sick and she had an interview at BBC Radio scheduled and I need you to take her place,” she said.
“Sure, I can do it. What time?” You asked looking over at your clock.
“Well, you have to be there in an hour,” she said.
Seriously? How did she expect you to get ready, drive there, and be prepared for the interview in less than an hour?
“Okay, I’ll be there,” you said.
“Thank you!! This is such a huge interview for us, so I’m so glad we don’t have to cancel it. I owe you big time!” She said.
You ended the call and then quickly got out of bed and went into your closet. You through on some black jeans, a nice top and a blazer along with some heels before quickly throwing your hair in a bun and putting on a bit of makeup.
Once you were ready to go, you grabbed your bag and notebook and headed out the door.
You arrived at the studio and showed your press pass. Your boss sent you an email with all the information and questions that Madison had prepared, so once you checked in you sat down and scanned over everything.
Your face flushed when you saw the name of who you would be interviewing.
Freaking out was an understatement at this point. You were used to interviewing celebrities and other semi-famous people, but this was the first time you were interviewing someone of this caliber and someone you were a fan of.
If you weren’ t already nervous, you definitely were now and after reading Madison’s question, you knew that you couldn’t ask these.
You checked the time and saw that you had about fifteen minutes before your scheduled time, so you quickly took out your notebook and started writing down different questions.
This interview was supposed to be about his new single and album as a solo artist, so all the questions you were writing down were revolved around that.
“Y/N?” Harry’s PR came said walking over to you.
“Hi, yes,” you said standing up and holding out your hand.
“Hey, we’re ready for you, now,” she said.
“Great,” you said grabbing your things and following her into the room.
With each step you took, your nerves started to take over. You were starting to feel sick yourself, but it was much too late to turn around and go the other way.
Plus, you wouldn’t want to make a bad impression by leaving and being unprofessional.
She opened the door and let you walk in before her. When you walked into the room, you saw Harry standing over to the side talking with a few people and drinking some water.
“You can just have a seat right over there,” she told you pointing to one of the chairs in the middle of the room.
You nodded and went over to the first chair. You set your bag down and took out your notebook and favorite pen. You also grabbed your phone and set it up to record the interview in case you missed a few things while you were taking notes.
You were just getting everything set up when you felt someone walking up behind you. You turned around and saw Harry Styles standing there with a smile on his face and his hand stretched out.
“Hello, I’m Harry,” he smiled.
“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you said. “I’m from “Y/Magazine/N.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m ready whenever you’re ready,” he said.
“Oh, I’m just about set up, so if you want to just have a seat or something… that’s fine,” you told him.
“I’m just going to grab some water, would you like one?” He asked.
“S-Sure, Yeah, if you don’t mind,” you said.
“Course not,” he smiled before walking back over to the table of food and drinks to grab two bottles of water.
When he came back, you took the water bottle from him and your hands gently touched causing your face to blush fifty shades of red.
You cleared your throat and sat down in your chair while Harry sat in his in front of you.
“Okay, I’m just going to press record on here,” you say mostly to yourself and then you look up at Harry. “So, Harry, first I want to say thank you for coming today.”
“No problem, thank you for having me,” he smiled.
“Let’s start off with how’s your day going so far?” You asked.
“It’s going great. A little nerve wracking, but for the most part it’s been amazing,” he said. “What about you? How’s your day?”
“It’s going pretty well,” you nod with a smile. “Now, for all the people who might not know about this, why don’t you tell us a little bit about your new single that’s coming out in a few days.”
“Well, it’s coming out April 7th and it’s called Sign Of The Times. I’m really looking to it finally coming out. I’ve been waiting for this time for awhile now and now that’s its finally time, I can’t wait for everyone to hear it,” he answered.
“I’m sure everyone is just as excited if not more to hear it as well,” you smiled.
“Would you like to hear it?” He asked.
“Sure, if that’s okay,” You said.
“Of course it’s okay, I want to know what you think about it and I’m sure everyone will want to know about it in the interview too,” he smiled.
“True,” you nodded.
Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. He typed in his password and scrolled through before you start to hear music filling the air of the room.
Once the final note of the song played out, Harry looked over at you. His eyes were trying to meet with yours, but they were having a hard time probably from the nerves of waiting on your opinion.
“Wow. That was really good,” you smiled. “I mean wow, I’m speechless.”
“I’m going to take that as a good sign,” he smiled.
You nodded with a laugh.
About an hour later, your time was up. You stood up and held out your hand.
“Thanks again. It was really nice meeting you and your song is really beautiful. Congratulations,” you smiled to him.
“Thank you, it means a lot that you enjoyed it,” he smiled. “And it was very nice to meet you.”
“Well, I should better get going. I’m sure you have more interviews to do,” you said packing up your things.
“Actually, you were my last one of the day,” he smiled. “Grimmy and I were just about to head out for some lunch.”
“Oh, well, I don’t want to keep you from that either, so I’ll be out in a bit,” you said.
“This might be a bit forward, but do you have any lunch plans?” He asked.
“I’ll probably just grab something nearby,” you shrugged.
“Would you want to join us for lunch?” Harry suggested.
That came out of the fucking blue.
“Um, I don’t know if that’s professional,” you blushed. “I mean, I would love too, but I don't’ know how my boss would look at that since you’re technically a client.”
“Oh, right, yeah I didn’t even think of that,” he blushed running his hand through his hair.
“Sorry,” you sighed.
“No, no, I understand,” he said.
“What if I invited you?” Nick said from the other side of the room. “I’m not your client, so if I invited you out to lunch and Harry just happened to be there… “ he suggested.
“He makes a valid point,” Harry smirked.
“That he does, but I would hate to intrude on your plans though,” you said putting your bag over your shoulder.
“It’s fine really, I don’t mind and it’s obvious that Harry doesn’t mind,” Nick smirked putting his arm around his shoulder.
You looked at the time before looking up at them. “Well, I guess I do need to eat at some point today, right?” You laughed.
“Exactly!” Nick said. “We’re going to a place just down the street, you’re more than welcome to walk with us.”
“Sure, sounds great,” you said.
The walk to the restaurant was a little awkward, mostly because of you. You couldn’t believe that you were going out to lunch with Harry Styles right now and that he was the one who asked.
Maybe he was just being polite and after the lunch, he wouldn’t want anything else to do with you. Or maybe he was hoping you would write a better article about him if he took you out to lunch?
Honestly, whatever the reason didn’t matter in that moment because you just needed to focus on not making yourself seem like an idiot.
When you get to the restaurant, Harry opens the door and holds it open for you.
“Thanks,” you smiled walking through the doorway.
“No problem,” he said.
You all sit down at a table and look over the menu before ordering. The waitress takes your menus and you take a sip of your water.
“So, Y/N, since you spent the last hour talking about Harry, why don’t you spend some time to talk about yourself?” Nick said looking over at you.
“Oh, no, I don’t really like talking about myself.” you said shaking your head.
“Neither do I,” Harry laughed.
You giggled. “Well, if I have to, why don’t you two ask me questions and I’ll answer them. Let me be the interviewee for once,”
“We can do that,” Nick smirked.
“How long have you been a journalist?” Harry asked.
“Professionally, almost four years,” you answered.
“Wow, so what made you want to be in journalism?” He asked.
“I’ve always enjoyed writing since I was younger and I worked for school newspapers, and when it came to University, journalism was a better degree option than a creative writing one,” you shrugged.
“Do you not enjoy being a journalist?” Nick asked.
“It’s not exactly that. I mean don’t get me wrong, I love being able to do what I do, but despite popular belief interviewing celebrities wasn’ t exactly the type of journalism I wanted to get into. No offense,” you coughed.
“None taken,” Harry says. “What type of journalism would prefer?”
“I guess one that has a bit more meaning, like traveling the world and helping others while writing about my experiences there and things like that,” you blushed.
“Why haven’t you tried that?” Harry asked.
“Because unfortunately, that type of journalism doesn’t exactly pay the bills. When I was in university, I got the internship at the magazine company I’m working with now, there aren’t many traveling journalist jobs available,” you shrugged.
“Well, don’t give up on that, hopefully, one day you’ll be able to do it,” Harry smiled over at you.
“I hope so,” you smiled.
After you all finished eating lunch, you get out your wallet to pay, but Harry puts his hand over yours.
“Don’t worry about it,” Harry said.
“Are you sure?” You said.
“Yeah, it’s fine,” he said. “But if anyone asks, he paid for it.” Harry nodded over to Nick with a smirk.
You sighed but nodded with a laugh. Once the ticket was paid for, you all head out to leave. You walk back to the studio, where your car is, which happens to be parked right next to Harry’s.
Nick had already gone back inside the studio, so it was just you and Harry standing near your cars.
“Just so you know, I don’t usually do this,” Harry said leaning up against his car.
“Do what?” You asked confused.
“Go to lunch with a journalist, who interviewed me,” he said. “And I’m not saying that you would, but our lunch and now is completely off the record right?”
“Of course, I would never do something that,” you said quickly.
“I know, I just wanted to make sure,” he smiled. “And I know this might be a bit of an issue for you, but I really want to see you again.”
“You do?” you said. “For like an interview?”
“No, I mean just to hang out again, maybe dinner next time?” He asked.
“Oh, um, I don’t know. I would like to, but like I said earlier…” you said.
“I understand,” he sighed kicking his boot against the pavement of the parking lot.
You bit the inside of your cheek. “How about this? We could exchange numbers and keep in touch?” You suggested. “But I don’t know about going out in public…”
Harry looked up at you smiling. “I think I can handle that.”
He handed you his phone and you added yourself into his contacts and he did the same in yours before you exchanged them back.
“Well, I better get to the office so I can start typing up your article,” you said.
“I can’t wait to read it,” he smiled.
“Maybe I’ll send you a copy before it gets published,” you smirked.
“I’ll be looking forward to it,” he said.
“Have a nice rest of the day, Harry,” you smiled with a wave.
“See you around, Y/N,” Harry said before the two of you got into your own cars.
He motioned for you to pull out first, so you did and drove straight to your office with the biggest smile on your face. While Harry drove to his house, wearing a matching smile.