Drums Before Curls [Harry /Josh Devine Fanfic]

Aurora 'Rora' Natalia Reese is well renowned for her heartbreaking method all across New York. She could dump you so soon that you'd never had expected it.
She's unpredictable.
Harry Styles has been getting bad publicity for his constant toying with girls heart. Parents wouldn't want their kids to be idolizing a player and 1D is losing CD sales.
This two teenagers do not believe in love, they just do everything for the fun of it.
Management and the Reese interfere and issue an order for them to fake dating for 4 months in order to get rid of their former image.
There's a chink that they both didn't expect.
Rora fans The Wanted... and the guy that had caused her to go down the path of never falling in love is in Harry's band.
How can she tackle this? Will she give Harry a chance? Will she give love one more chance? What about her ex?


11. T-Minus

Harry’s POV


‘Today’s the day,’ I thought as I entered Modest Management’s New York office.

Liam was ahead with the intern who was given the task of being our tour guide today. The intern was a scrawny, gigantically tall American bloke who sweated like he’d just come back from running the Boston marathon ten minutes ago. Of course that could be from the nervousness he could be experiencing.

Louis and Niall had opted for a quick espresso run down to Starbucks upon our arrival while Zayn was meandering along right beside me as he texted Perrie.

I was about the only guy in the room not particularly psyched about the meeting within the next hour and really you wouldn’t be too.

I was entering this fine establishment [sarcasm, I wasn’t particularly fond of the place at the moment] a free man, and as planned, leaving a chained up, committed for three to four months, trapped bloke with a girlfriend I never asked for.

‘Bloody lucky blokes,’ I thought as I remembered Josh and the rest of the band back at the hotel, busying themselves up with the new FIFA World Cup Xbox game we’d bought last week.

I was envying them like shit at the moment.

As far as I know, I’d be meeting the future girlfriend of Harry Styles [i.e. me] in an hour.

After Liam’s bombshell of an announcement yesterday I’d taken it as any other reasonable minded bloke would have.

I fainted.

That, regrettably didn’t mean that today’s meeting was cancelled.

Uncle Si was adamant that today happened. Adamant as hell that he’d threatened to fire me if I came up with any excuse as to why I shouldn’t be present at today’s meeting. Scared to think he’d still be dragging me along if I was stuck in bed with pneumonia or cancer, I came.

According to Liam, the girl was great.

Great in what? In bed? At kissing? At acting?

A detail that I’d been able to get out of Liam was the name.

The name of my captor. My jailer. My demon. My enemy, and worst of all, my girlfriend for the next three months.


Like sleeping beauty.

Yeah, I know… It doesn’t suit the names I gave her. But that still didn’t change the fact that I didn’t want her.

Pfft! No matter how much of a beauty she’ll turn out to be, we... that is I [coz I don’t see her not falling for my charms] would not, never ever like herr… let alone fall for her.

This… this here is business.

Purely, no strings attached business.

Rubbing my face raw with my palms, I repeated, ‘Business, business, business,’ all over again.

“Haz, where are the others?” Liam asked as the intern disappeared into Uncle Si’s office.

I wasn’t surprised he hadn’t noticed them missing till then coz he was busy admiring the beautiful interior of the building while juggling along trying to calm down the interns nerves.

“They went on an espresso run and I’m guessing Niall’s gonna grab a burger or two,” Zayn replied for me coz right now I was giving Liam the silent treatment which he had promptly nicknamed ‘childish’.

“Well, they better hurry up. The Reese’s are gonna be here in less than 50 minutes,” Liam commented after consulting his watch. He eyed me, promptly deciding to make an effort to break through my icy phase coz he added, “Haz, you ready?”

I nodded, giving him a bone or what was that saying again?

“Mr. Cowell’s ready for you Mr. Payne,” the scrawny intern said as he reappeared.

“Thanks Bill,” Liam shot him a comforting smile before turning back to us and said, “ Well, let’s get this over with lads.”

I sighed as I ruffled my curls and followed after him.

Yes, let’s get it over with.

T-Minus fifty minutes.



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