Faux Romance *ON HOLD*

I stepped into the meeting room and see five boys sitting at the large, rectangular table with Sharon, my publicist. " What's going on?" I ask. "You're losing your fans, Lauren." Sharon says sympathetically. "And...?" I say, not getting the point of why these five guys were here. "I have a plan to get them back," I shake my head, still not seeing the point. "You will be faux dating Harry Styles." She says, motioning to the boy with amazing green eyes and a mop of curly brown locks. He looks at me and smirks, giving me a once-over before landing his beautiful eyes on my lips. I shake my head in disgust. "If I really need to do this, I'll choose who I'm going to fake date." I point to the blonde one with piercing blue eyes. He's cute, and I've got a thing for blondes. I dunno why. "I want him."

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1. The Faux Part of the Romance

 

Lauren's POV
I am not a doll, you cannot play with me.
If you already hate the game, might as well hate the player because therefore he plays the game.
 
Lauren's POV
"Sharon will see you know, Lauren," Ms. Val (as she pressured me to call her, practically giving me death threats if I didn't), Sharon Baxter's, my publicist, receptionist says, motioning for me to go down the hall. I stepped into the well-lit meeting room and see five boys sitting at the large, rectangular table with Sharon.
" What's going on?" I ask.
"You're losing your fans, Lauren." Sharon says sympathetically.
"And...?" I say, not getting the point of why these five guys were here and why they looked so familiar.
"I have a plan to get them back," I shake my head, still not seeing the point. "You will be fake dating Harry Styles." She says, motioning to the boy with amazing green eyes and a mop of curly brown locks. He looks at me and smirks, giving me a once-over before landing his beautiful eyes on my lips. I shake my head in disgust.
"If I really need to do this, I'll choose who I'm going to fake date." I point to the blonde one with piercing blue eyes. He's cute, and I've got a thing for blondes. I dunno why. "I want him." The blonde one is shocked, but looks a little pleased with himself after giving me a less-dirty once over.
"Lauren, you will not choose who you fake date. Harry Styles, among the others 1D band members, will get you the most popularity so therefore, you will be fake dating him." I crinkled my nose.
"That's a little mean, don't you think?" I ask, giving the other boys a look. "They all look like sex gods so why would it matter if I pick the blonde one. By the way, what's your name?" I ask as a sidenote.
"Niall," He says quickly. Wait up.
"Say something again," I say.
"Like what?"
"Like it doesn't matter, are you from Ireland?" I ask, putting my palms on the cool table. He cracks a smile and nods. "Are you all from Ireland?"
"No, the rest of us are from the UK," says the notorious Harry Styles. I grin.
"See? It'd be better if I fake dated Niall because he's blonde and Irish and I think he's cuter." I shrug my shoulders. Sharon clenches her fists, trying to calm down. I've got to say, it's fun to get Sharon mad. The expressions she makes are priceless. "He's like... the underdog, Sharon. And remember? Everyone likes an underdog."
"Fine!" Sharon bursts. "You'll be fake dating Niall Horan, but if you don't get that popular, you will switch to Harry." I nod.
"No I won't, but okay," I mock her seriousness, knitting my eyebrows together and cleching my fists. She finally bursts out of her seat, red-faced, and leaves the room, slamming the door behind her. I tilt my head back and laugh, then follow her out without giving those five boys another glance.
"Wait!" I hear an Irish accent call out and I smirk.
"Yes?" I say, but don't turn back.
"C'mon, I have a bad knee."
"You put that on yourself then. I don't live to please, Irish boy."
"I need your number if we're going to be dating," I stop this time, and turn around.
"Alright, leprechaun, I'm going to get this through your lucky little head. We are not actually dating. I do not date, and as you might not have known, this is all just faux romance, 'kay?" I reach out and pinch his cheek.
"But you picked me," He said, blinking.
"I find Harry Styles creepy and I've got a thing for blondes." I shrug my shoulders. "Bye now."
And with that, I burst through the studios doors and out to my car, shaking my head.
What if I don't want to be popular again?
 
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