Infamous (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

35: Red Lace and Hasty Exits

(A/N: Yes it's the Victoria Secret Chapter so how could I not use the pic of Harry wearing a bra. It's freaking adorable and so topical. And it's Harry's Birthday day so why not use a young pic of him! He's so freaking CUTE! Hope you enjoy!)

(Irresistible Ch. 35: A Victoria's Secret Ambush)

"Harry," Jeff groans at me as I respond to Monica's text message. "Are you even paying attention?"

"Nope," I say nonchalantly, knowing full well that it will piss him off. "Because I already know all of this."

My little outburst doesn't go unnoticed by others having breakfast but luckily this is the Soho House, no one fucking cares here and if they do, photos aren't allowed so I'm in the clear for a little bit.

"Harry, it's important you know about–"

Does he really think I don't pay attention to my own career? I swear it feels like that sometimes.

"The upcoming single, I know. I did fucking write the thing, didn't I? The collaboration with Gucci for the tour, I know. Harry (Lambert) called only yesterday about it. Ben's got the tour schedule handled and I know you're booking me solid with fucking appearances and interviews for the album release so no, I don't think I need to pay attention because the only purpose of this breakfast was to make me late and piss me off."

I slam my phone down on the table and lean forward, unable to hold in my frustration any longer.

Going into this breakfast meeting, I knew that he'd want to keep me here as long as possible because I made the grave mistake of telling him of my plans today.

Petty bastard.

"Well thanks for paying so much attention," he snaps back. "But there is one thing that we still need to talk about."

I roll my eyes already hating where he's taking this.

So I lean back and push my fingers through my hair, my whole body anxious to get to Mia before I miss my window of opportunity.

"I already told you I won't entertain the idea so don't bring it up"

"Harry you need to think sensibly here," he says leaning forward to try and relay how serious he is about this ridiculous plan. "I've already mentioned it to her people and they seem all for it. Plus once the album comes out and you go on tour I think it would be a good to–"

"Stop! I already told you no, so just drop it," I say signaling the waiter for the bill. "I'm not going to put Mia through that, especially when it's completely unnecessary."

But apparently, there is no stopping him this morning as he goes on.

"Listen for two minutes. It won't even happen anytime soon, I'm talking about this summer and it won't even be that much. Just a few sightings here and there to–"

"Who the fuck cares? I don't see the benefits so why should I do it?"

Honestly, the thought that I'd want to parade around town with another woman on my arm is ridiculous. I'm with Mia, only Mia, and whether she wants to go public tomorrow or keep our relationship secret for years to come I don't care. Mia's my girl and I'm not going to jeopardize that for a fake relationship with some model, I don't even know the name of, for some unknown benefit that Jeff is so convinced I need.

"Because you have a big heart and don't think about the business of your fame. That's why you can't see it."

"You know I hate that fucking word."

Being famous doesn't define any part of me. I wish more people would see that.

Mia does though.