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Harry moved towards the area of the room where his wardrobe was placed and he scanned the items for a breif second before turning to look at Peyton. “Would you believe me if I said I was a nervous?” he asked, chewing the skin on the end of his thumb as habit. “I kind of feel like a ton of bricks are sitting in my stomach, if I’m honest.”

“Of c-course you are. You d-don’t have the b-b-boys as b-b-back u-up this time.”

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With a smile forming on his lips, Harry nodded. “That’s one of the many reasons why I fell for you.” He let a chuckle escape his lips as he stood,taking a step towards the female, kissing the top of her head. “There really is no need to worry though. Everything’s fine.”

Peyton softly smiled, “So. You ready for tonight?”

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“Shit, yeah, I guess I did.” He smiled and then felt his cheeks get a little hot. There really was no good way to invite a girl over for Netflix without making it sound extremely douchey and like a come on. Relief washed over him when she agreed, even though he had no idea how this was going to go, or how he was going to do this. The last thing he wanted to do was freak her out, or make this seem overly romantic. His main goal was to get to know her more, and when he finally heard the knock on his door - he felt like his stomach was dropping out of his ass. When was the last time he’d been this nervous to hangout with someone?! Harry was always so calm about everything, always had the upper hand. This was a foreign sensation, and it was beginning to stress him out. “Hey!” He said way too cheerfully when he opened the door, wishing suddenly that he could rewind that and attempt to not be so intense. “Ehm, come on in! Make yourself at home!”

Rayne paced back and forth in front of his door. What was she doing? She didn’t even know this guy. Yet, here she was at his door. He was famous. He had money. What if he hired someone to kill her? Or he rented this place just to humiliate her? Rayne sighed, “Get a grip. Just- just go. He’s not gonna kill you.” Moving the liquor to the other hand, the girl knocked, smiling as she saw him on the other end, “Hey.” he held up the bottle off wine and shrugged, “I thought two adult could have a couple of drinks. Humm?” The brunette stepped inside, setting her keys and the bottle on the kitchen counter, “So it’s just you here? This place is nice.”

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“3,000 miles is pretty far.” he nodded. “It’s worth it though.” he smiled. When she mentioned a lot could happen, he nodded. “Yeah, I guess it could.” he shrugged. “But, I don’t want you to worry about anything.” he smiled. “Everything will be just fine. No need to be concerned about anything.”

Peyton raised an eyebrow, “Have you m-m-met me? I’m always conc-cerned.”

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As Peyton spoke, Harry sat up slowly and he smiled. “I know.” he nodded. “You didn’t think I was going to do this without you though, did you?” he questioned, looking back over at her. “I’m glad you’re here. Really. I wouldn’t want to be in California getting ready for a week on this show with anyone else.” 

Peyton shook her head, “N-n-no. I- I’m thrilled. It’ just- its like 3,000 miles. That’s forever away. And just us t-two? A lot can h-h-h-happen.”

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Peyton was adjusting herself in her seat when she heard him speak, “’m sore sh-shocked you conv-vinced me to fly to C-Calif-fornia.” She smiled softly, pushing her hair behind her ear, “It is c-crazy though.”

Harry still couldn’t believe it. Sure, he was one of the biggest topics in the pop culture these days, but he couldn’t believe he’d landed a spot on The Late Late Show with James Corden every day for an entire week. With his hand behind his head, he smiled, looking over as he heard Peyton move slightly. “Can you believe it?” he asked, looking back at her. “I’m gonna be on The Late Late Show.”

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“I don’t think you have anythin’ to worry about.” Usually his fans didn’t bother anyone he had interviews with unless they got extremely inappropriate. Rayne’s interview had been perfectly professional, but playful. The only thing that would cause an uproar would be if they were seen anywhere else together. That was always an issue, but maybe he could think of another way they could see eachother without being in public. “Would you like to hangout tonight? I jus’ got a new flat in the city, and I was thinking of binge watching some rom com’s on Netflix. I know it sounds weird, but I don’t know many people here yet.”

“Did you just as me to Netflix and chill?” Rayne asked, trying not to laugh. Of course she would never say no. It was Harry Styles. She would be crazy to decline. She just hope his little plan didn’t include sex. She had to meet her mystery man before ever considering having a one night stand with a celeb. “Either way, yeah. I’d love to.” Rayne smiled.

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The rain poured down and where was Peyton? Instead of being inside, wrapped in a blanket drinking hot chocolate with her cat on her lap like any other night, she sat outside on the cold, wet concrete. Under the canopy of a tiny shop where she had ordered coffee. Well, not order it in so many words. More or less pointed and stuttered a small thanks.

Page after page Peyton flipped, noticing the shuffle of feet pasting her. Some would mutter about the young girl sitting in the rain, but it didn’t bother the brunette. Actually, she loved it. The only thing she hated was when droplets would fall from the canopy and smear the print on her library book. She would whimper slightly and wipe at it with the sleeve of her sweater and push up her glasses on the bridge of her nose before continuing to read.

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Rayne kept her head down as she flipped through the songs on her phone. Being in the radio industry she constantly was getting emails and demo songs. The rain poured down around the girl, soaking her heels from the meeting she had just left. Coffee in hand, she took a sip, completely missing the truck as it drove past, hitting a puddle and soaking the poor girl.

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Harry was finding it hard to process what she was saying, feeling sad about the fact that she seemed to struggle so much with men. She seemed really down on herself, and he couldn’t help but want to change that. His eyes went wide at the next string of words that came out of her mouth, finding it necessary to clear his throat to distract from how much he was squirming. “Ehm, ha!” He chuckled and then shrugged a shoulder. His mind was in the gutter now. “It may not be hard to get any girlfriend, but to get a girlfriend that I mesh well with? Yeah. Not so easy. Not to mention m’fans tend to get brutal on whoever I’m even seen walking with.”

Hearing him clear his throat, Rayne couldn’t help but feel like she ruined things again. She grabbed her crutches and pulled herself up, hobbling over to throw away her plate. “I can imagine. I‘m honestly nervous to check my social media just from our interview. I like to think it was professional, right? But even the fans will tweet stuff about apparently I was all over you or whatever. That’s what normally happens anyway.”

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“Ah, you’d be surprised.” he looked down and then looked back to her, offering a small smirk as he stared at her a beat too long. He was used to people thinking that things had always been easy for him - that he was always Harry Styles the heartthrob with endless charisma, and oozing charm. Maybe he had always had some level of confidence thanks to his mum who told him he could literally do anything he wanted or set his mind to, but he was also still very humble from the people who had managed to weasel their way in and break his heart. It wasn’t fun, but it keeps him grounded. “I was more of the chaser back then. Even now…I dunno that it’s so easy to get to who I want. It’s…not so easy to date being who I am. Finding the right person is always kind of a challenge…” He admitted, not saying outright that the person he was interesting in right now was the very girl he was talking to. “I could say the same for you though…bet you have guys begging to take you out.”

Rayne laughed, “Sure. Taken out. To the garbage dump, and left there alone. Sure.” Grant t, that never actually happened, but growing up, guys just thought she was weird. Guys never asked her out. They never even looked in her direction. Not until the mysterious man saved her that night, and even he left her in the end. “I don’t know how. Look at you. You were part of like, the biggest boy band in the world. You look at a girl and her panties get wet. You can’t tell me it’s hard for you to get a girl friend now.”

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Harry felt a level of sympathy for the girl when she mentioned earing alone in the music room when she was in high school. Maybe she felt like she was spewing more information than he cared to know, but Harry enjoyed getting to know little facts about her, better painting an image of who she was. “I don’t mind at all. I’m a good listener.” He assured her with a slow smirk. “If it helps, I was a bit awkward in school as well. I mean, it got better as I got older, but I was a proper weirdo when I was younger - still am actually.” He chuckled. “Guess I’ve never been all that ‘normal’, whatever that even means.”

Rayne laughed, “Harry Styles? Awkward phase? I don’t believe it.” How was that even possible. Look at him. He’s like sex on legs. Of course, he never could be the man that saved her. Sure, they were the same height, but that was just a minor similarity. He was probably some blonde New Yorker with green eyes or something. Her own type of sex symbol. Though Rayne couldn’t confirm that of course, she never saw him thanks to his hood. “Girls probably were drooling over you.”

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Oh crap, he was sounding too desperate, wasn’t he? She was right that coming back after his album release would be an extremely short amount of time to give a second interview, but little did she know - it was nothing about that. He wanted to see her again, almost felt like he had to actually. “Ehm, your dad is very nice yeah - but I wouldn’t mind giving another interview with you? If you’re up for it. You’re really funny and quirky on the air. Very likable.” He tacked on, hoping he wasn’t sounding like a total idiot right now.

“You actually want to do another interview with me?” Rayne questioned, laughing as he continued. “I wish you had have known me in high school. People thought I was weird. I use to eat lunch alone in the music-” Rayne paused. “I’m rambling aren’t I?”

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“It’s definitely some of the best Italian I’ve had in awhile.” he smirked and then waved off the bread stick offer, smirking at the fact that she felt comfortable enough around him now to give him a nickname. “I think if I try and throw bread on top of all this pasta in my stomach, I might regret it later.” He was also going to have to throw on some extra time at the gym in the morning, but whatever. “Thanks for having me on the show. Your dad’s great…maybe I can come back on after the album comes out.” Or just like, come see her again.

“You really wanna come back that soon?” Rayne asked, raising an eyebrow. It wasn’t like she was complaining. It was just like pulling teeth to get a celebrity on in the first place, not he was offering her dinner and to come back? “Absolutely. I can totally talk to him about scheduling another interview. You’d love him. Promise.” Of course he meant her dad right? No way he would want her back. Rayne was awkward. Not to mention the horror she imagined would come once the fan girls found her twitter.

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He smiled at her, not minding her auggestions at all. Harry loved Mexican as well, but Italian was always a close second. “That does sound amazing. I’ll make it happen.” He nodded towards her, and then within the next half hour, he had a whole Italian spread laid out in the work room for everyone to graze on. Funny how quickly he could accomplish things when he pulled the name card. He hated to show off, but…seeing her happy was quickly becoming something very satisfying to the young singer. “Hit the spot?” He asked with a smirk while picking at his own food in front of her.

Rayne walked into the room and her mouth fell open. She stared up at the man, shaking her head. This is to much.” Of course that didn’t stop the girl from making herself a plate and finding a place to sit on the floor. “Styles.” The girl smiled at her new nickname for the male, “This is seriously amazing. Like, you have no idea.” he tore off a bite of her bread stick offering it to him, “Want some?”

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“Oh no, don’t be silly.” He laughed, waving his hands in protest, hoping she would sit down and not be ridiculous. He had more money than he knew what to do with. He would never expect her to buy dinner. “It’s on me - really, no problem at all. What are you craving?” Maybe it helped that he was going to learn a little more about her. It was important to know someone’s favorite food, okay?

Rayne slowly sat back down in her seat and bit her lip, “I mean, I’m always a sucker for Mexican. That’s what we always get.” Rayne paused for a moment, “But honestly, I’m craving Italian. Pasta. Alfredo. Something like that. That sounds amazing.” Rayne closed her eyes and leaned back in her chair, let tout out a soft moan at how good the idea sounded, “And bread sticks and a salad. God that sounds amazing.”

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“Oh God, is that your best British accent?” He laughed, already finding nearly everything this girl did to be extremely quirky and endearing. Their interview flew by faster than what he was used to, mostly because he was enjoying himself and she was asking him questions that he wasn’t used to getting. He always loved an interview that involved him not having to repeat something he’d already said a million times. Once it was over, he knew it was time to leave. Why wouldn’t he? The interview was done, and there was nothing else to be done here. But. Looking at her sitting there with her crutches made his heart sink, and maybe he didn’t wanna leave just yet. “How about I order dinner in for everyone?” He suggested to her, trying to make it about the whole station even though it was really just about her.

Rayne looked away from her computer, shocked, “Dinner?” she asked. No one ever wanted to dinner with them. In fact, in the beginning, dad offered to buy people dinner but they dashed afterwards, claiming something about a flight. Now here he was, Harry Styles, offering to buy her dinner. Well, everyone, but that included her. “Are you sure? I mean, you probably have much better people you would want to hang out with.” Finally, the girl sighed, “Sure. Let me grab my purse. How much do I owe you?” she questioned, reaching for her crutches again.