Cover Up

“I was wondering if you would like to do a small job for me, it will involve a lot of your time, but I am willing to pay you whatever it takes.” He says staring at me for a response.

“What kind of job?” I asked questioning him. Simon only looks around before lowering his voice and speaking to me.

“I have a client and he’s a little off the rails in the erm…woman department.” I interrupt him clearing something up for myself.

“A manwhore?” I said raising my eyebrows at him

Payton Kennings is your average girl, when she meets Simon Cowell in a small encounter at Starbucks and agrees to help him out with a cilent. But what she didn't know is that whens he accepted his deal, Payton had no idea what she had signed up for. Now she's stuck in a six month realtionship with a certain curly haired boy. Will Payton fall under his charms or will he fall under her's?


9. Causes and Effects

Cover Up   

Chatpter 8

~Payton's POV~   

"And thank you to everyone that joined us today I hope you all have a fabulous day!" The DJ of the fashion show said before we wee finally able to get up and leave. Harry hadn't even made an attempt to get up, so I said planted in my seat with his arm loosely around my waist. Unlikely normally his touch didn't feel welcoming or warm, it felt cold and distant. He had a sudden mood change at the beginning of the show, and I brushed it off as nothing. We sit in our front row seats watching as everyone on the opposite side of the runway gets up to either congratulate the models or to leave. I get so captivated by the moments of the people across from us that I didn't even notice Harry get, until he stood about ten feet away from me. 

"Are you going to stay here all night?" He asks me a bit loudly so he could knock me out my thoughts and back into reality. 

"Sorry." I mumbled before standing up and walking in his direction. Once he sees that I am indeed following him, Harry turns around leaving me to catch up with him. "Harry, slow down." I call out to him, but he only seems to quicken his pace. At this point I was annoyed with his little temper that he had suddenly grown, and I thought it was time to confront him about it. I run a bit to be able to finally catch up with him, I place my hand on his shoulder only for him to shrug my hand off. "Harold!" I command him, but it seemed to only anger him more at the mention of his full name. I had absolutely no clue what was currently going through his head. He had been perfectly fine, happy, joyful when we left to come here. Honestly to a point I had completely forgotten that this was a paid date. The way that Harry was so kind and gentle made it seem like this was an actual date. 

"I don't need to slow down, you need to stop walking so slow." Harry almost growls at me, before turning on his heels continuing his angry march down the passageways to get outside. 

"What the hell crawled up your pants and died, Harry? We were perfectly fine, before so what the hell pissed you off? Was it the fact that I was there so you weren't able to flirt with all the models? Or maybe it's the fact that now you have to act like in a relationship and you can't as so much stare a bit too long at someone, before rumors start. Or maybe-" I ranted, before getting cut off by Harry's deep voice. 

"Or maybe it's just you in general huh? Ever stop and think that maybe just maybe it's you that irradiates me?" He asks me with a glare. I only stood there hurt and frozen at his words, it had been something I did. Those words made me search through our entire evening trying to pin point the reason for his mood change. It seemed like memories went on and on, before I was finally able to find the one I was looking for. 

"Is it about that kiss? Is it because I wouldn't let you kiss me just because you wanted to?" I ask him in a shy more calm down tone. 

"For fuck sakes." Harry grumbles under his breath angrily before ignoring my question and turning on his heel to leave once again. 

"I asked you a question and I except an answer Harry." I command the curly haired boy who only walked away from me. I follow right behind him, hoping to be able to catch up to him once again. "Harry." I command as I clamp my hand around his suit covered wrist. 

"What do you want." He hissed angrily at me. I had suddenly lost all my confidence, all the words I had planned to say to Harry had flown away. I felt small and helpless beside his tall, angry frame. The way his eyes glared at me making me feel like I had just committed a murder. I open my mouth to respond to him, but inside of my voice filling the air, a other voice does. 

"Harry, what a pleasure to see you." A feminine voice says from behind me. The voice was laced with sweetness and gentleness but by the way Harry's eyes went from glaring at me to whoever was behind me; meant that who that was, clearly was not on Harry's best friend list. I take the risk of turning around and finding a sweetly smiling tall blonde who I could easily recognize from the tabloids. 

"Hello, Taylor." Harry greets her with a grim look on his face as he somewhat gently pulls me to his side. Taylor seems to take notice of me as I take what is my rightful side next to Harry. 

"Aw, is she a friend of your's?" Taylor asks while looking at me as if I was a small puppy inside of a human being who was only about four inches shorter than her. 

"She's my girlfriend, Payton" Harry says, causing Taylor's eyes to move away from me to Harry. 

"Oh the poor little girl." She says while patting my head, like a innocent beaten puppy. 

"Little?" I asked her suddenly regaining most of the confidence that been stole by Harry. "I am 19 year old not 5, and I don't know why you're saying poor little girl. I am proud and happy to be in a relationship with Harry." I said standing for Harry, along with myself to the red lipped blonde.

"Whoa Harry you got yourself a little feisty one here. But she kinda reminds me of a chihuahua, all bark and no bite." Taylor taunts as she takes a step closer to me.

"Taylor, what do you need?" Harry says moving so he formed a barrier between me and Taylor. I wasn't a violent person, I had grown up to know that you should always solve your problems with words not hits. But there was something about Taylor that made me forget all about those morals I had learned; her mere presence seemed to anger me. Maybe it was because of the way Harry reacted to her or maybe it was just that gut feeling that she was bad news. 

"Nothing, just coming to ask how you were ever since our you know breakup." She says smiling at me, taunting the fact that at one point in her life she was able to call herself Harry Styles' girlfriend. That didn't anger me at all though, because I knew that she wasn't his current girlfriend. Perhaps it was something she did or something Harry did. Whatever the reason I know that they are no longer together, because if they were she would be in my place next to Harry. 

“I have been fine, thanks for asking, but we need to go we have dinner reservations.” Harry excuses us before tightly wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me along with him. 

“Bye Harry, and Payton dear,” Taylor calls making me turn around to face her. 

“Keep walking.” Harry quietly commands me as I stop to challenge Taylor who only stood in the passageway with a smirk on her lips. 

“I give you two weeks before he dumps you and moves on, no one ever lasts unless of course you’re me.” She smirks before turning on her heels and walking away chuckling to herself. 

“I hope she falls and breaks her ankle on her way out.” I angrily mumble before walking away leaving Harry to catch up with me this time. 

“Payton, slow the hell down.” He states out of breath, while trying to catch up my fast pace as I finally stop since we were at the exit of the building. “Don’t let her get to you.” Harry whispers into my ear while entwining our fingers and leading me out of the building and into the mob of photographers and fans. How did he except me to not let Taylor’s words affect me, she had basically called me worthless compared to her. Normally people like her didn’t get to me, but the way that Taylor had worded her words made me feel small, and useless. “Payton!” Harry shouts knocking me out of the thoughts again. 

“WHAT!” I shout wanting to release all the anger that I had built up inside me that Taylor had caused. I hadn’t meant to snap at Harry, but he was the closest around who I could yell at. I knew that I was going to regret snapping at him, but I couldn’t help it; those words that had been said just seemed to repeat and repeat in my mind. 

“Why are you screaming at me!” Harry shouts back challenging me right back, after snapping at him. “Are you upset because of what Taylor said?” He questioned me, and I only look away as I finally see Harry’s car only a few yards away from where I stood. I don’t answer him, I just walk straight to his car hoping to escape this conversation. “Payton I am talking to you!” He commands me while jogging to catch up with me. 

“Now you know how it felt when I wanted answers to your sudden mood change and you wouldn’t answer!” I shout at him, making Harry taking a step back at my sudden change in volume. “Open the car.” I mumble quieter not wanting to scare Harry again. 

“Payton-” He starts but my voice cuts him off. 

“Just open the car and take me home.” I say emotionlessly. I think my sudden change in emotion stunned Harry, but it didn’t bother at all what he was currently thinking. At least now he knows what I felt when he went from being a gentlemen to a complete douche, who wouldn’t even wait for me. He obliges with my request and opens the car before getting into he driver side of the car. We sit down and buckle up in complete silence, I am pretty sure I had scared him into even breathing. After a few minutes of driving, Harry pulls into the parking lot of a fancy restaurant. He turns to me to watch my reaction to him denying me the right to go home. I didn’t really mind at least I knew he wanted to appear happy in this “relationship.” I could see the headlines tomorrow all talking about how adorable and sweet it was that Harry Styles took his date to nice fancy dinner after taking her to a fashion show. That would probably make Simon extremely happy that, Harry was getting such positive attention from the media, instead of his usual bad attention. 

“Can we at least head to dinner and talk about what happened, no yelling, or anything just me and you talking.” Harry asks taking my hand in his hand, but like I did the first time we headed out together I yank my hand back. But unlike like last time, Harry doesn’t try to take my hand back in his, this time he sighs and looks at me defeat. 

“Fine.” I said opening the door to the car, as Harry does the same and gets out meeting me in front of the car with his arm extended for me to take. For some reason my lips can’t help but quirk up in a small smile at his cute gestures. We connect our arms together at the elbows as I watch a soft smile find its way onto Harry’s lips as well, while he leads us into the small restaurant.   


Author’s Note: 

Yup this is a pretty boring chapter, I am sorry about that..meep. Anyways now, I just wanted to state that I don’t hate Taylor,  I actually respect her since she has pretty good songs, but she has to be evil for the sake of the plot.   

Anyways…I hope you guys like the chapter, and I know this is a pretty long date…since it’s literally three chapters long, but the next chapter is the last chapter of their date and will probably be the most important of the entire date…just saying…   

Question: What do you guys think is going to happen in the last chapter of the date? 

Dedication: This chapter is dedicated to peace11 for convicing me that my chapters are still good even if you guys arent commenting anymore. -.- 

Thank you for waiting for the update and super sorry for taking so long, but I am trying to get back into the swing of updating and doing my homework. And for some reason it’s taking a long time for me to get back into the swing of things. Anyways…yeah so…  



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