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. . . . .   ↻ 𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗈 𝗅𝗈𝖺𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 !

"Hello, welcome to my video", Darlene waves her hand in front of the camera, a sort of sarcastic smile on her face.

"So last week, I tweeted for everyone to ask me some questions and I told you to make them wild", she wiggles her brows for emphasis and runs a hand through her hair.

A few minutes of fidgeting go by and soon, she's back into focus, "In this video, we're gonna touch on some", she shudders, "serious subjects so anyways let's get started".

"I'm gonna go through these questions randomly and I gotta admit I'm a bit nervous", Darlene purses her lips with wide eyes.

"Okay, so first question is from Sarah", she makes sure to add emphasis on the name, "I dare you to name a youtuber who's ever hit on you".

Her eyes narrow as she looks off into the distance trying to think.

She chuckles dryly and her expression turns serious in an instant.

"I don't think anyone's ever hit on me—actually no, someone just came to mind. Oh, no ew", she scrunches up her face in a grimace.

A playful smile takes over her face, "Okay so I'm not gonna tell you their name because if they ever saw this then", her face twists into an eh motion, "it'd be weird. But just think . . . .douchie".

"I'm not gonna tell you anything else and I know you probably hate me right now, you're like 'Darlene, don't be a little bitch. Just tell us' but I already have", she giggles.

She seems to think for a moment looking away.

"I don't really get hit on though. By anyone. So", she rolls her lips together squinting her eyes.

"That's fun. Anyways, on to the next question".

When Harry's phone dinged signalling a notification, he hadn't expected it to be from a certain blonde's youtube channel.

He'd be pretty embarrassed to admit it but the night they met, as soon as he was seated in the cab she had called for him, he'd looked her up.

No, actually he had gone through her entire Wikipedia page.

He knows better than to believe anything on the internet but that was about as close he'd ever get to knowing her.

At least that's what he'd thought.

After having settled into his hotel room, he had also watched a couple of her videos.

And he had to admit boy was she funny.

So naturally, Harry Styles had then become one of Darlene Winslet's many subscribers.

No big deal though.

He puts the pencil aside — he'd been writing for the past two hours and even managed to come up with some good stuff, Jeff would be proud — and quickly grabs his phone clicking on the notification and letting the video play.

As soon as her face appears on the screen, a smile stretches across his face.

She starts talking and he soon finds himself captivated by the way her words flow, by the way she moves her hands while she talks.

By her.

He feels captivated by her.

"I don't really get hit on though . . . ."

His eyebrow perks at her remark, the past few days coming to mind.

Had he not flirted with her at all?

Had he really been able to keep his emotions in check?

He's fairly certain that they'd flirted at least a million times in the few times they'd hung out together.

But she probably brushed it off as casual banter.

Fuck you, Harry. You need to step up your game.

He doesn't know what he intends to do by letting her know that he's 'interested'  but he sure as hell knows that he likes her.

He likes her a lot.

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