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𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘁 LA is always good to me, last day today and then i'll be going home to tolerate perfect rainy summers 💥

𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 bro ur so pretty
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𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 STOP I'M IN LA WHY HAVEN'T I MET YOU YET :(
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𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲 ^ what is even going on there
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𝕳arry taps his fingers against the bar counter, pursing his lips as he struggles to get the bartender's attention.

The bar seems full for a weekday which is obvious even by the fact that the bartender is managing to remain oblivious to the brunet's constant calls.

"Excuse me!", he yells again but the latter continues to serve the group of middle-aged men on the other side.

Harry runs a frustrated hand through his hair, his foot tapping against the floor in impatience.

"Marshall, you idiot. Get your ass here!".

Harry is startled by the sudden voice coming from his right, more so, the accent which is synonymous to a perfect Londoner accent.

Harry's spent so much time over the past few days being surrounded by people with American accents that a distinct British one has him gaping at the source of the sound.

The blonde momentarily glances at him pulling her jacket close to her body and looks at the bartender — Marshall — with pure and utter scorn when he comes running up to the two.

"It's so packed in here tonight, sorry couldn't hear you", Marshall gives them both an apologetic smile assuming that they're together.

The blonde rolls her eyes.

"Then again, when do you ever? Seriously, at this point I am sure you need get your ears checked".

"Don't be an arse", Marshall fake gasps.

The blonde scowls.

"Shut up and get me my usual", she huffs taking a seat at the bar.

Marshall nods with an eye roll and turns to Harry.

His eyes seem to widen for a moment when he takes in the brunet but he quickly recovers.

"And what would you like, Sir?".

Harry — still being awestruck by the woman on his right, now tapping away on her phone — ponders over his thoughts trying to recollect what it was that he'd wanted.

"Oh, uhm, I'll . . . . I'll just take a martini", Harry nods in affirmation.

"Be right with you two", Marshall moves away.

Harry turns to his right gaping in awe and stares at the blonde seated there.

She looks to be about his age, her blonde hair are messily pinned up in a bun and her stark blue eyes are intently staring at the phone screen in front of her.

Her lower lip is taken in between her teeth and the cuffs of the oversized black jacket that she's wearing over her yellow top and loose cream pants covers half of her hands.

She's no doubt the prettiest human being Harry has ever seen.

His eyes simply take her in, gawking at her mere presence but the next comment that leaves her mouth has him glance away, blushing.

"You know, if you want to say thank you you could just say so. Don't need to stare at me for it".

Harry awkwardly coughs into his fist and carefully looks her way again only to find her already staring at him.

A tiny smile on her lips now.

"Thought you looked familiar and now I know why", she tilts her head to the side.

Harry knits his brows now really looking at her.

He's seen her before.

But he's not sure where?

"You are . . . . wait, you're—", he doesn't even get the chance to finish before she's interrupting him by extending a hand.

"Darlene Winslet and you are Harry Styles, unless you're a perfect doppelganger and I've got you mistaken for him which would be super embarrassing", she narrows her eyes staring up at him.

A laugh escapes his lips and he shakes his head taking her hand in his and letting it hang in the air, a smile on his face.

"You're right".

The blonde — Darlene — lets out a dramatic sigh of relief.

"I never thought I'd meet you here", she remarks glancing down at their intertwined hands which Harry is quick to withdraw from lest he embarrasses himself again.

"Yeah, well I needed a drink. It's been a long day", he shrugs.

"Aren't you on tour?", she furrows her brows.

"Yes—wait, how do you know that?", a grin teases the corners of his lips.

She rolls her eyes.

"Please my entire Twitter feed is filled with your fans swooning over you. Plus my sister's a pretty big fan herself so", she replies shrugging.

"Your sister? Not you?", he raises a brow quietly thanking Marshall when he places comes back with their drinks.

Harry notices her "usual" as being a glass of Mojito which has him wondering why exactly she'd specifically come to a bar and drink something like that.

Not that she can't but he's a genuinely curious person.

"Not that much. I mean, I've heard your debut album, which by the way I loved, but I'm not that big of a fan. Sometimes I like to listen to one direction as well", she grins taking a sip of her drink.

"Hmm, so you loved my album?", he smiles a teasing smile.

She groans, "That's the only thing you got from that?".

"I may or may not have selective hearing", he grins.

He's surprised when she starts laughing, her eyes lightly crinkling at the sides and a hand covering her mouth.

"You're so stupid", she chuckles.

Harry's grin grows even wider.

"I know".

Her laughter seems to die down and for a second, she looks past him at the people in the far corner.

Her gaze slowly returns to his, a serious expression now on her face.

"Don't look back. The paps are here".

Harry's eyes widen and he stupidly goes to turn his head, her hand quickly coming up to whack the side of his head.

"I said don't look back", she whisper yells.

"I'm sorry! Fuck, fuck, what do I do-—shit, you're here. They're gonna think we're—", Harry rambles anxiously pulling on his hair.

"Don't freak out. Just . . . . follow my lead and you'll be fine, alright?", Darlene looks up at him.

He eagerly nods in response.

"Okay, so go to the bathroom corridor. There's a back exit there, leave through it and wait for me in the alley, you got that?".

Harry shakes his head with wide eyes.

"What are you going to do? No, wait. Come with me, I can't—".

"Harry. I'll be fine, if we go in there together they will follow us or worse, get photos. I've done this a million times before, just trust me", she reassures him.

Harry's panic dials down a little when he hears that she's done this before.

But wait—

"When have you done this before and—".

"No questions! Just go", she whines quietly.

Harry nods finally shutting up and she throws a glance over his shoulder.

"Okay. You're good, now leave".

"I'm gonna meet you there, right?".

"Yes", she smiles lightly and he leaves.

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