Restless [Reckless Sequel] || Harry Styles AU (DISCONTINUED)

3: tough

Make sure you watch the trailer attached! It gives a bit more insight in how "things" happen later on in the story! 😋

// Quick insightful question: If you were to meet Harry today in an ordinary place (supermarket, clothing store, restaurant...) and he wasn't famous at all and he was only a regular guy, would you approach him, talk to him, treat him like anyone else, etc.? And what would be your first impressions of him? 🤔

West Hollywood, CA
3:00 pm

Jess

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"It's not only your tour life they'll be focused on. You'll have to talk about your past. I'm sure they'll want you to go visit your parents, too. Jess, I just don't think you want your private life made public in a documentary."

"Stop trying to convince me to not do it," I told him.

The slight frown didn't leave his face.

"I know you're doing this for your fans -"

I snaked my arms around his waist so that our chests pressed together. I looked directly up at him.

"Harry. Stop. I'm doing this. Okay? This is - this is going to be good. So smile."

He gave me the cheesiest smile he could muster. I laughed and leaned my head into his chest. At the same time, he wrapped his arms around me.

"Now, help me with my damn suitcase. The thing won't close," I grumbled in annoyance.

He rolled his eyes and loosely held onto my outstretched hand. We walked into my room and on my bed was his duffle bag, closed and ready. Beside his, was mine, bursting at the seams. He swiftly walked over to it and laid one of his hands on top of it, his bicep muscles protruded in his silk button up. With little difficulty, he got it zipped shut.

"Thank you," I hummed.

He gave me a small smile and started to walk back out of the room. "The pizza should be here soon."

My eyebrows furrowed in confusion as my eyes locked onto his back. Pizza?

"Pizza..." I mumbled. He'd ordered food?

I followed behind him into the living room. He sat down on the couch while I stood next to the arm of it.

"Yeah...pizza..." he chuckled at my confused state. "I ordered some on the way back here in the car. You specifically wanted combination, remember?"

I raked my brain for the memory for a good few seconds, feeling like an idiot for having not recollected something as simple as ordering pizza. Then, it came to me.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot," I coughed.

Harry laid his left arm over the side of the couch as an offer for me to sit beside him. I let out a deep breath and took the seat. I curled myself into his body and leaned my head against his chest. He wrapped an arm around his torso and he placed a kiss against my head.

"You must be really stressed out if you forgot that we ordered pizza," he joked.

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