Don't Judge Before You Know

Harry Styles, a popstar who's always in the spotlight. Lately the fame has gotten to his head; he thinks he knows everything and he can do no wrong. However, there is one person he cannot impress. Meet Storm, a new DJ who works 2 jobs to make ends meet and must take care of her baby sister. What happens when a egotistical boy and a stubborn girl meet? They should expect some sparks.


7. Decisions

This story may end up shorter than I first intended. There has been a better response to my new Louis fanfic, Dancing With A Star, but I will finish this. However, the updates will be slow, just a warning.



Storm’s POV


“Ryder, I really need to talk to you!” I called when I walked through the door to our flat.


He came bounding into sight, “What’s up?”


“I was just offered a spot to be the opening deejay on One Direction’s tour,” I told him.


“Seriously?! That’s amazing!” Ryder walked towards me, pulling me in for a one-armed hug as I was carrying Sophia.


“They said I could bring Sophia along, but I’m not sure if that’s the right decision. Simon told me that their stylist has a baby that’s only one and a half years old that travels with them.” I wavered.


“Well, I understand where you’re coming from, but this is an amazing opportunity. Plus, Sophia’s not in school yet, so there’s nothing keeping you here.” Ryder said.


“I suppose that’s true.”


“And, it’s not like you won’t be spending the same amount of, if not more, time with Sophia. You don’t have to stay for the whole concert; just play your set and then you can leave.” Ryder told me.


“Are you trying to get rid of me?” I questioned.


“Of course not! I’m just thinking of what’s best for you,” Ryder protested with a smile.


I thought about what he said; he made a lot of good points, but I’m still not sure if I want to do this. I mean, it is a great opportunity, but I’d be leaving my life behind. “I’ll have to think about it,” I sighed. “I have to get ready for my shift at Royale, so I’ll leave you with Sophia.” I carefully placed her into his arms and went to my room to get ready.


Quickly, I changed into a pair of jeans and a loose fitting shirt and my Toms. I had learned quite quickly not to wear heels after being on my feet for more than five hours on my first shift. Not my best idea.


Walking back out into the living room, I saw Ryder lying on the couch on his back with Sophia sitting on his stomach. He was holding her hands and she was giggling at the faces he was making. This is one of the main reasons why I didn’t want to go on the tour; I would miss these moments and I’d miss Ryder. And I’m positive that Sophia would miss him more than I would.


“Bye,” I leaned over and kissed Sophia’s forehead and Ryder’s cheek. Ryder waved one of Sophia’s hands at me and I grinned; she was too cute.




“How’s everybody feeling tonight?” I asked into the microphone. The mass of dancing bodies yelled and I cranked up the music. There was a tap on my shoulder and when I turned around I saw Harry. “Can I help you?”


“No, not really.” He answered with a smirk. “I just wanted to ask if you had made a decision about the tour yet.”


“I haven’t; I do have Sophia to think about. I can’t just pack up and leave.” I told him.


Harry just raised his eyebrows at my answer; he looked around, bored, before pulling a phone out of his back pocket. I narrowed my eyes at the phone in his hands before snatching it out of his hands. “What the fuck was that for?” he yelled.


“How the hell did you get my phone?” I asked incredulously.


“How should I know? I’ve never seen you before today,” Harry snapped.


I looked at him, “You’re kidding me right? You were here just last night, completely wasted. I had to call your friend to come pick you up.”


He furrowed his eyebrows, “I have no memory of that.” Then Harry smirked at me. “So why did you sneak me your phone? I knew you wanted me.”


I nearly choked on my own spit. “I did not ‘sneak you’ my phone; I bet you grabbed it out of my pocket, but you don’t remember because you were drunk off your ass.”


Harry nodded, but I could tell he didn’t believe me. I shrugged my shoulders and turned back to my laptop and continued to mix the songs.




The next morning, I woke up to Sophia’s crying once more. I repeated the usual morning routine: get Sophia out of bed, feed her and then make breakfast for Ryder and myself. I sat, thinking about what I was going to do about Simon’s offer. Ryder made some good points; this was an amazing opportunity and could really boost my career as a female deejay. And Simon did say that there was another toddler on the tour.


Dialing the number into my phone, I waited for the person to pick up. “Simon, I’ve decided that I’ll take the offer; I’ll go on tour.”

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