The Contract (till LIES do us part) - a Harry Styles fan-fiction

The story revolves around your ordinary 19-yr old girl, Irish Miller, who is currently working at Starbucks and who will then meet Harry Styles, one of the members of the biggest boy-band of today, One Direction. How does this unplanned meeting and the 'mini contract' will change their lives and their situation? Will it be good for the both of them or will it only cause much trouble? Will they stick on their agreement or just go follow what their hearts truly feel? Find out all the answers as I give you The Contract (till LIES do us part) <3

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23. Chapter 23

(A/N: Sorry for the super duper-ish late update! Hope you like it!)

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Harry’s POV*

"Harry! Get up! Get up! Get up!" Niall yelled as he jumped up and down on my bed.

"It's Sunday. I'm tired and I need more sleep so get out of here." I yelled back with my pillow covering my face.

"You ain't tired Hazza, you're just missing Irish." Niall said, pulling the pillow out of my face.

"Well, you're not helping Ni." I responded.

"Get up now Hazza! Liam made breakfast! Come on buddy! We're going to the studio today!" He continued jumping up and down on my bed and I know he wouldn't stop til I get up.

I then got up and plumped down my bed, flipping my hair to the side. Ugh. I just don't have any motivation to do anything today.

Irish hasn't called me since yesterday. I didn't want to bother her anyway. Maybe I should just wait for her call or maybe I should..

"You should stop voicing out your thoughts and call her now! Come on, Ni!" Louis interrupted.

Okay. Well maybe then I should just call her. But what if she's doing something?

"You'll never know if you will not call her. Go ahead big guy!" Niall whispered loudly before he finally made his way out of my room.

I picked up my phone but still hesitating to dial Irish's number.

Why am I feeling like this? I don't need to call her but I like to. I don't need to hear his voice but I crave for it. I don't need to be a pathetic guy who's starting to like a..

Wait..

Am I really starting to like her?

Well, if she really wanted to talk to me, she should've called me then. But I guess not.

I sighed and cleared my mind then managed to go out of my room, only with my boxers on. As what we were all expecting, we were in the headlines. How great to start the day with that, huh? Thanks to that asshole who apparently caused the commotion. Pastor Paul then had to do some preaching on us. I just can't be bothered with it now.

"Guys, I'm not forbidding you to go out and have fun after shows and during your day off but please control yourselves and try to keep away from trouble especially you, Harry." Paul reprimanded, pointing the tip of his finger to my direction.

"What? I was just trying to defend my girlfriend over that guy. I just did what I thought was right." I responded.

“And besides, that guy started the fight. He’s so disrespectful and you know that we will never let anyone do that to our girlfriends, Poppy.” Louis seconded.

"I got your point. All I'm trying to say is that as much as possible, stay away from trouble. There are paparazzi everywhere. They can catch what you are doing in just a snap." He said.

"Exactly. So what's the point then? Even if we try to, we still can't get away from them." Niall said.

“As long as we’re not doing anything wrong or against the law, then there’s nothing to worry about, Paul. It’s just sometimes, there are some things that happen to test our patience and that just happened to be one that really got on our nerves.” Liam finished.

"Just do what I told you guys. After all, I'm just trying to protect your reputation. Well, I'll see you later at the studio." Paul said as he marched out of the room.

"And that's what you missed on Glee!" Louis yelled.

"I'm so done with it! Ugh!"

"Me too. Can someone make some more pancakes please? My food kinda disappeared." Niall asked.

"Got it Ni. But help me wake up Zaynie first!" Louis requested.

Me and Liam stayed on the Sala while the two lads made their way to Zayn's room.

"By the way Haz, I saw Melissa last night. Have you guys got to talk?" Liam asked.

"Yeah." I said.

"It's kinda weird because I saw her talking to that guy after. It seems like they know each other." Liam added.

"Really? She told me she's with a friend but I doubt he's the friend she's talking about." I replied.

I know Melissa. She will never befriend an immature and unmannered guy like him.

"Want some tea?" Liam offered.

"Sure."

As I was about to walk to the table, my phone then rang. I grabbed my phone on the couch and saw the caller's ID..

"Irish calling.."

I cleared my throat before and answered it.

"Hey." I greeted, trying to hide the excitement in my voice.

"Morning babe! Sorry didn't get to call you last night. I was so tired. Are you in the studio?" she said. Definitely she has a voice of an angel. Her voice that I always wanted to hear.

"Babe are you there?" She asked.

I was clearly out of my mind.

"Yes babe. It's okay. And no. not yet. I just woke up actually. Gonna have some breakfast." I replied.

"Oh okay. Just checking you."

"Thank you. Uh. Hey I--"

"Sorry babe I need to go now! I'll see tomorrow then! Have fun at the studio! Bye!" She said.

And before I could utter a word, she hung up the phone.

I just wanna say that I missed her.

Never mind I guess.

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