"So it's gonna be forever... or it's gonna go down in flames."
1986.
Harry goes up the stairs of his house.
Rumor has it: cheerleader Julie Hufley cheated on quarterback Liam Greff with, supposedly, a nerd.
Harry enters the room.
Julie is naked. And with a cigarette. Her blonde hair reaching the bed, and her red eyes staring at Harry.
Harry was speechless.
1989.
-I dated this girl... out of a horrible situation...-. Harry simply said. -Next fucking question, Ms. Ross.-
Harken had no option but to stay quiet.
Niall answered the next question.
So did Liam.
And Zayn.
After the interview, Zayn, Niall and Liam went back to their bus. Next stop: Madrid.
Harry... he just followed the only shit that captivated him in that boring night.
Harken Ross went to her car. However, she turned around. She knew.
-Mr. Styles.-
-Ms. Ross.-
-May I help you?-.
-Yeah.-
-How?-.
-Come over. To dinner. You can document it. For your little... newspaper of yours.-
Before Harken could say anything, Harry's name was called.
-31 Markham St, Chelsea. 8.-
-I like spaghetti.-
-Spaghetti it is.-
-HARRY!-.
-Gotta...-.
Harry ran.
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