Joints

Joints

“It’s organic, herbal. Have you ever heard anyone die from weed?” Harry stated rolling the joint, a professional at it now. You were new to this circle. To be honest, you didn’t know how you ended up here. One second you were telling your friend it’s a great night to be high as the sky was clear, and you loved looking at the stars whenever you smoked. The next thing you have her pulling you to the VIP area which you are sure she flirted her way into. You didn’t mind, it was a talent. But, you were shocked to see the one and only Harry Styles there.

What was he doing here? You could see him and his girlfriend, missing her name from your head sittinf with a bunch of other people who was were wearing shirts and shorts. You didn’t understand this fashion sense. It made men look like babies.

You could see his hands working smoothly as he rolled another one, handing them over. His girlfriend moced closer and placed a leg on his which you were sure was an uncomfortable position to be in, but it looked like she was marking her territory.

It didn’t take you long to be completely out. Unfortunately for you that also meant you didn’t like being surrounded by a lot of people. Luckily the VIP area opened to a huge lawn and you went an laid on the grass. You giggled, always feeling a little too happy on weed. The stars seemed much more clear and you had a conversation with them.

“Can I join in?” You heard him ask. You loved his voice. You always had. You could have landed on his lap if you didn’t have a moral compass.

‘I’m talking to the stars,“ you told him. "I’m telling them that I would totally freakout if I saw you in real life,” he laughed and laid down beside you.

“The great kings of the past live there. They are looking down at you, seeing and yada yada yada,” he tried quoting.

“You know the movie is based off hamlet? My mind was blown when I found out,”

“That’s depressing,” he frowned and you looked at him, turning your head to the side. Your lips could touch if someone moved a tiny bit. “Hi, I’m Harry,” he said looking into your eyes.

You giggled, “my favourite star is called Harry,” you looked up. “He is very talkative. Chatty.”

“I don’t like that other people…things are called Harry,” he said sounding upset.

“You and a million other people,” you turned. He frowned, pouting.

“I don’t want my favourite star to be called something else,” you stared into his eyes, trying to debate and stopping yourself from giggling. He stared back and moved forward, placing his lips on yours. It was slow, no one moved, and then he pulled back.

“You can keep the name, if I can keep you.” You licked your lips and looked back at the stars.

“Deal.”

8 years of dedication and making me believe that anything is possible! Wow.

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“I don’t know, I find him a little rude,” you said as you packed all the stuff from the dressing room.

“What?” Maria yelled laughing, “don’t let any of his admirers hear you say that. You will be killed.”

“The truth is all I am confessing to,” I raised my hands. “But really, after the initial smile, handshake and hello, all he does is ignore you. Tell me if you have had a conversation with him?” You knew she hadn’t. “He only talks to people he knows, and then it’s just smiles and hellos and you can’t fool me with em. That’s how all high society pricks act like!”

“But, he isn’t high society. He is from a village.”

“No, with that bank account, he is high society. And those suits. He is seelctive with his people and all his people are high class, what do you call them?”

“Snobs?” Maria laughed.

“Yes! We shall be like that one day! Or at least deal directly with them one day!” You said sitting down on one of the high chairs.

“I know you will be, I can be your assistant!” She opened the door, telling you to step outside so she could lock up.

You both didn’t know that someone had stayed behind in the theatre and was waiting for it to clear so he could stand on the stage once more to thank his stars.

“But, I mean he has to have some smart people talent. Everyone he meets has everything good that they can say about him! While all he does is pretend to be nice. I think, it is because he doesn’t have any deep innteraction with em,” you analysed.

“It’s not like people who work with him say anything bad either,” maria stated.

“Point. Who knows if he interacts with them either though, and the people he does interact with - You know what! He knows how to make those high networking connections! Yeah, that’s it! Then he doesn’t have to talk to us. We can just be happy with a handshake, while he can connect with the big fish!” You worked kn your analysis, while Harry was shocked to hear all your statements. He raised his shoulders bewildered how you were making those assumptions.

“Yeah if he does, it gives out that aura as well which high society pricks like to have!” Maria added.

“Yeah! The untouchable aura! You know you want to be a part of it, but you can’t be!” You laughed. “This is stupid.”

“Yeah, I am sure no one can pretend to not be the original prick for so long. I am sure he is really that nice!” Maria wrapped everything up, picking her car keys.

“Maybe he is a rude guy who pretends to be kind so that he doesn’t have to interact with anybody!” You concluded.

“Yes let that be it! C'mon!”

“Oh wait, go walk to the car! I left my jacket near the wings!” You ran towards the stage as Maria walked out. Locating you jacket, you noticed a stage light to be switched on, and you went to close it when you saw someone on stage on his knees, hand folded like he was praying.

“Umm, hello sir. I’m sorry, but you aren’t allowed to be here-” he turned around and you caught your breath. It was your employer, oh no, it was Harry Styles and you were literally bashing him and his personality all along. You didn’t mean any of it. It was just banter.

“Yeah, I was just leaving!” He kissed the stage and got up.

“Or you can stay. I don’t think anyone would stop you,” you said raising your hands, not wanting to interrupt.

“You did just stop me,” he shrugged.

“Yes, but I don’t have any authority over you,” you stated, laughing nervously.

“I’ll walk out with you,” he smiled walking towards you. “So what was the conclusion? Am I genuinely nice, or a rude jerk who pretends to be nice so he can be nice and leave as soon as he can so he doesn’t have to interact with like of you? Was that it?”

“The two options, yes.” Fuck. “Mr Styles, it was just bant-”

“But, who is ‘you’? I mean is it the fans, or the people who work backstage, or random people I meet on the street, or people who I don’t want to have a connection with because that would not give me the aura of being untouchable?” He went on and you turned red as a tomato.

“Am I fired?” You ask.

“For analysing?” He asked.

“For being rude,” you stated. “You don’t seem to talk much and I like to think you are human so I was trying to identify your flaws. And passing the time, I help Maria clean up because she helped me film,” you said trying to explain yourself.

“You are with the film crew?” He asked.

“Please don’t fire me. My analysis won’t be on your dvd.”

“I’d hope not. You just figured the real me and I won’t want anyone to know!” You could get the sarcasm behind the sentence.

“You’re angry. I haven’t seen that emotion before. How about this? It is my second day, and we have your last two shows to shoot. I can not interact with you either, and you can also come up with a horrible assumption of me like I did of you, and we would be equal?”

“Or I could just not give a fuck and walk away?” He said, taking his car keys out and pressing the button.

“Where is the fun in that?” You mumbled.

“What?” He snapped.

“It is your wish, sir. Of course. Apologies for well…assuming. Bye. Have a good evening,” you blurted out, taking steps away from him.

“I stopped caring about how people think, you know?” He said, stopping you in the tracks.

“That’s good. You shouldn’t care what people think about you anyway.” You nodded.

“You are discrediting your own view.” He responded.

“I’m stranger. You’re a stranger. I wouldn’t care about what you think about me either.” You shrugged.

“That is if I made that assumption about you?” He smirked.

“I apologised. Are you one of those who keep rubbing the same spot again and again?” I crossed my arms.

He laughed and then, said, “Bye, I hope I don’t see you again while you are shooting the two shows.”

“I would say the same, but I won’t be that lucky since I am working for you!” Your mind yelled to bite your tongue but, you had to have a smart mouth. He turned around walking away, and raised his middle finger up in the air. You deserved it, but were still appalled. And a littlw bit too embarressed to repeat this to anyone. Who’d want to know, you made Harry Styles your enemy? Little did you know, he was just as embarrased as yourself.

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