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."


2. The Romance Part of the Faux

Niall's POV

Um, okay, wow. I was syched when she wanted me instead of Harry, but I regret this. She seems like she's going to be a difficult one.

When she first walked in, I thought she was so hot and I could tell the other boys did to, especially Harry. She came in wearing some kind of off-white sheer top with a red bra that held a nice sized bust.


She also had on a black pencil skirt that showed off her bum really well with red high heels. She has caramel brown hair, like Louis', and plump lips that were sealed with cheery red lipgloss. And her eyes... just. I mean, I heard that they were gorgeous, but... I didn't know silver gorgeous. And they were natural, which was weird but amazing. And she had nice, tanned long legs. She was perfect.

Her laugh is even perfect.

But then I went to get her number, unaware what a bitch she really was, and she pinched my cheeks and called me a leprechaun. Not cool. 

I walked back into the meeting room and Harry looked at me funny, like I did something wrong.

"She's a bitch," I say out loud, and got they boys attention immediately.

"Really?" Louis asks.

"Yep," I press my lips together. "Let's go back to the hotel."

"Like, what kind of bitch? A sexy bitch or a bitch bitch," Harry asks. I look at him and shrug.

"Um, all I know is that she's a bitch who is sexy?"

"Worst kind," Liam said, mock scoffing. I laugh and open the doors of the studio. I see Lauren out by her car, hand on her forehead with the other on her neck. She looked pretty flawless from where I was standing. I see her inhale deeply before getting into the car and starting it up, making the engine growl to life.

"Nice car she has," I say, looking at the red Mustang as it rolls away.

"What's going to happen now?" Zayn asks and I shrug.

"I guess they'll call," I say, getting passenger seat in Harry's black SUV.


Lauren's POV

I throw my phone across the room as it rings, then cover my ears with my pillow. It'll probably be Sharon, wanting to do some romancing with the Irish kid. The phone never does give up, though, determind to make me answer it. I sigh and, because I can no longer go back to sleep, I get up and answer the phone.

"Yello?" I say, walking over to my grandmother's old vanity and releasing the bun I had made and let out the curls.

"Lauren, it's Sharon," said the woman. Ugh.

"Figured," I said.

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