Manhattan

“Are you the coffee boy?” I have guessed almost every possibility on how Harry is linked to this shoot. Almost every person I met so far said hello to him.

“Nope try again.” He laughed, obviously amused that I had no idea who he was.

“The plumber?” We both laugh at this suggestion. Harry had a brilliant smile. The kind that could cure cancer or something along those lines.

“You’re close.” He joked taking a sip from his coffee. “Geeze, where are all my mates? Their drinks are getting cold.” Harry took a glance at the seven remaining cups that were sprawled on the table.

“I’m going to call you Carolyn by the way.” He pointed out.

“What? Why? I hate my full name.” I told him sternly. I really don’t know what my mom was thinking when she named me Carolyn. It sounds like an old lady name.

“I think it’s wonderful, Carolyn.” Harry smiled mischievously. I rolled my eyes at him.

“So, Mr. Harold Styles, who are you?” I asked him with a serious face.
Right when he was about to answer me a skinny woman with a grayish colored hair approached us. Only someone like her could pull the color off.

“Are you Carrie? Carrie Lingan?” She asked me as Harry handed her one of the cups. On the side I noticed that the name written on it was Lou. Immediately I flattened out my shirt and fixed my hair, hoping to impress her.

“Uh, yes. Yup. That’s me....you must be Lou?” I smiled brightly hoping that I didn’t seem like I was trying to hard.

“Ya, love. I am.” She smiled in return and gestured for me to follow her. I glanced over at Harry and he nodded his head, giving me the ok to leave. “Was poor Harry tryna charm ya? I swear that boy is so cheeky and needs to be tamed from all females!” She laughed slightly as we walked down a hallway.

I noticed a sign that said that hair and makeup was this way. We must be starting already.

A nervous laugh escaped my lips. “Harry wasn’t flirting or anything. I just met him.”

“I know. I’ve known him since his Up All Night days. He would’ve mentioned you by now.” She stared off reminiscing their ‘up all night days’. Whatever that meant. I gave her a questioning look hoping she would explain.

“Wait. Carrie. Please don’t tell me you don’t know who he is.” Lou looked me dead in the eye and when I didn’t deny what she said, a small smile played on her dark purple lips.

“The name One Direction doesn’t ring a bell?” She asked. I nodded no and she looked at me like I was an alien or something.

“Wow. This is great. You were raised in a box or something.” She laughed lightly. “C’mon, love. The rest of the boys will be more than happy to meet ya.”

We continued walking down the hallway that said Hair and Makeup. Lou opened the door for me and I silently thanked her.

Inside the room Harry was sitting on a couch talking to four boys that I had never seen before. These must have been the other guys the security guard was referring to earlier.

“Carolyn!” Harry exclaimed when he saw me walk through the door. I smiled at him and to the four pairs of eyes that shot to me.

“Hi guys.” I said feeling shy all of a sudden.

“I know that ya met Harry, but this is Liam, Niall, Louis, and Zayn. Boys this is Carrie. Carrie this is One Direction.” Lou said aloud to everyone in the room. “Gotta go guys. I’ll be back in fifteen minutes.” Lou rushed out like a mad man.

The four new boys waved at me and I gawked at how beautiful they all were.

Is that even possible for boys to be beautiful?

“Hey Carrie, I’m Liam.” One of them spoke up. He kinda looked like David Beckham if I was being completely honest. I smiled softly at him and then the boy next to him introduced himself next.

“Hello. I’m Zayn.” He had olive colored skin and healthy looking hair. I was extremely jealous of it and couldn’t wait to style it later.

“Hello. The names Louis and I can tell that my good mate Hazkaban over here thinks you’re hot.” The boy next to Zayn piped up, very energetically might I add. I blushed and glanced over at Harry, who was a deep shade of crimson.

“Excuse me, Louis, but you should never describe a girl as ‘hot.’ Carolyn is not a stove.” Harry gave Louis the evil eye. The rest of us just laughed lightly and his comment.

“Well now that we established that yer not a stove, hi. I’m Niall. It’s nice to meet ya, Car.” Niall stood up from the couch and gave me a tight hug. Harry coughed rather loudly, but I just shook it off. I smiled up at Niall, me being short and all. I noticed that his accent was different than the other boys was.

“I can tell that they are from England, but where are you from?” I asked Niall while pointing to the other guys.

“Ireland. Born and raised.” Niall smiled proudly. “What ‘bout you, Car?”

“Right here in Manhattan.” I breathed out with a soft smile. I literally had so much love for my city I had no words.

“Which is one of me favorite cities ever.” Niall added. Harry scoffed and Louis laughed. I noticed that Liam and Zayn had thier eyes glued to their phones, so they probably weren’t paying attention.

“Yesterday you said you hated it here.” Harry rolled his eyes at his Irish friend and I gasped.

“How can someone say they hate Manhattan?!” I said disbelievingly. Harry seemed amused and Louis muttered something to Harry about acting like a child and pulled out his phone like Liam and Zayn.

“Well there’s just so many people here and I’m a tad claustrophobic.” Niall admitted sheepishly.

“So you lied to Carloyn.” Harry turned to face me. “Not a good way to start a friendship huh?” He asked and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“I didn’t lie, Haz. I just need the right tour guide. What do ya say, Car? Wanna show me ‘round this city?” Niall asked me as Harry rolled his eyes.

“Sure.” I answered him. “Harry, do you want to come too?”

Harry smiled back at me and I got slight butterflies.

“Of course.” His grin couldn’t get any bigger.

“But first, you need to tell me who you are.” I stuck my tongue out at him and this time Niall gasped.

“Wait, Haz, she doesn’t know us?” He asked Harry in awe.

“Nope. Isn’t it great?” The two boys bubbled in excitement and again right before Harry was going to tell me who he was Lou busted through the door.

“Chop chop! We needa get these boys all dolled up for their shoot!” She hollered and I heard Zayn groan.

“Their shoot?” I emphasized the word their. I eyed Harry suspiciously, still waiting for my explanation on who he was.

“You said you weren’t a model.” I told him, growing tired of guessing who he was. Liam laughed really loudly, so I turned to look at him.

“Harry? A model?” He kept laughing and then Zayn joined in.

“Harry trips over his own feet. There is no way he could ever be a model.” Zayn chuckled. Harry stuck out his bottom lip and pouted.

“Lou?” Harry called out.

“Yea, Harry?” She replied, while setting up her hair and makeup stations. Liam and Zayn were still laughing with each other, coming up with more Harry model jokes.

“Zayn and Liam want to go first.” Harry smiled at Lou. Immediately Liam and Zayn stopped laughing.

“I hate you.” Zayn gave Harry the evil eye. I let out a small laugh.

“Ok guys c’mon! We are running out of time. Carrie you take Zayn and I’ll fix up Liam.” She ordered. Now I understood why she was looking for an assistant. Poor Lou has had to deal with all these boys alone for god knows how long.

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“That was intense. How do you even keep your eyes open with them flashing all those bright lights in your face?” I asked Harry referring to the photo shoot.

“I’ve just adjusted to it I guess.” He shrugged his shoulders pulling out his phone. My eyes bulged out when I saw how many twitter notifications he had. Harry saw me looking at his notifs and smirked at me.

“So you are a famous model.” I concluded. Clearly alot of people loved Harry because some of those comments said stuff like ‘oh I love you Haz’ or ‘have my babies.’

“How many times do I have to tell you? I’m not a model!” He nudged my shoulder. Right now Harry and I were sitting on that old little couch in the hair and makeup room. The other boys said something about going to get food, but I said I wasn’t hungry and of course Harry wanted to stay with me.

“And how many times do I have to ask you? Who are you?!” I giggled. “I’m starting to think your just an attractive criminal or something with alot of fans.”

“You think I’m attractive?” Harry wiggled his eyebrows, and I pushed him slightly causing him to roll off the couch. I started laughing and then Harry pulled me off the couch and I landed on my butt with a thud.

“I’m asking the questions here, Styles. Now answer mine.” I pointed my finger in Harry’s face. We were now laying on the floor side by side looking up at the ceiling.

“Fine. I’ll tell you who I am or what I do. Me and the boys ar-“

“Car! There ya are! I have been lookin everywhere for ya. Let’s go see the city!!” Niall came running into the room, interrupting Harry answering my question for the millionth time today.

“Looks like you’ll just have to keep thinking I’m an attractive model for a little bit longer, Carolyn.” Harry whispered to me, while helping me up to my feet.

“C’mon, Car!” Niall said grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the room. Harry stared at our hands and pulled them apart. Niall furrowed his eyebrows at Harry, but shook it off.

“It’s Carrie.” Harry told Niall who shrugged and tried to pull me out of the room yet again, but as I was flung out into the hallway I grabbed Harry’s hand and dragged him along too.

One elevator ride and fifteen floors later, we made it to the doors that led to the busy city streets. We stepped outside and a big smile spread on my face seeing all the cars and important looking people.

“Harold, Niall, Welcome to my city.”

Notes

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