Spilled Drinks

**SEQUEL TO 'THAT BRUNETTE AND ME' SO IF YOU HAVEN'T READ IT YET, GO READ IT NOW!**
Then I decided to see what people said about his personality. I guess that he's covered in tattoos, which I guess makes him some type of womanizer, according to the magazines I searched online. I glanced at him now, searching his face for any hardness or bitterness. I did find some, which frightened me. Who knows how violent he got when he didn't get what he wanted.

I definitely didn't want to see that side of him."

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3. Chapter Three

I was going to say yes anyways, but her statement sealed the deal. There was no doubt in my answer as my mouth shot out the word like a bullet.

"Deal."

***

 

Somehow, in someway, Ann happened to get Harry's number, through an inside source in their management. I didn't know who the management people were (and I honestly didn't care), but I guess they are Modest! Management. If they are managing that stupid boy band, I don't see how they are 'modest' in any way, shape, or form.

I wasn't looking forward to this. I should never have gotten myself in this stupid situation. I just put myself up for serious failure, and I wasn't going to earn anything other than a job from this, but I was still going to do it. I don't know what possessed me to agree. By the next day, Ann was ready for me to begin. So I went into her huge office once more.

"We need to put some ground rules down, alright, Heather?" Ann informed me, clicking her pen repeatedly. I nodded, fiddling with my thumbs nervously. Maybe I should just get out of this before either of us got hurt. I sat down in the chair that she motioned for me to sit in.

"Also, you should know that Harry does know about this... arrangement. This will increase his popularity by an estimated 63%. It will also increase your popularity by an estimated... 100%. You are going to be known worldwide, loved worldwide, and hated worldwide. So be prepared."

"First of all, you must never go out in public and do any dastardly things, like getting drunk." I rolled my eyes, but only subtly so Ann wouldn't see. I didn't get drunk... in public.

"You must not wear provocative clothing. You are going to be a role model for girls everywhere. We don't need a generation of sluts, understood?" Um, I was definitely becoming a fashion editor, so I shouldn't be dressing that way anyways.

"You must show affection to Harry, dearie. Understood?" I nodded quickly, but I could feel myself shudder internally. Ew, this experience was going to make me throw up already.

"Never tell anyone about the arrangement. Only us, Harry, and his people know, and will ever know. So no, your family and friends must be completely oblivious to this."

"No breaking up with him without permission." What? Are you fucking serious? That's stupid, it should be my decision in the first place.

"You must attend all of their concerts. You will attend their America tour, which will be this summer. They are on break right now staying here in New York." Nope. Nope, nope, nope. Pretty sure I was about to throw up. What the hell did I do?

"Hmm, the rest of these are common knowledge, so let's just skip them." Ann informed me, carefully setting the papers down on her desk in a neat pile.

"Is that it, miss?" I said politely, crossing my legs in the chair I was sat in. She paused, seeming to search for something she forgot. She spotted something.

"You'll have your first public date tonight, seven o'clock at Jean Georges, so wear something nice. Wait, scratch that, we have an evening dress already prepared for you. It'll arrive at your new apartment in an hour or so."

What. The fuck. Did. She. Say.

"M-my new, what?"

"Your new dress?" She asked, placing her pen next to the stack of papers. I shook my head, my mind numb.

"No, not that. You said.. apartment?"

"Ah, yes. Did I not tell you? We are relocating you into the apartment building that Harry Styles is staying in for the remainder of his stay in New York City. You two have different rooms, that are connected." At least we didn't have to share a bed. As long as my door locked I'd be alright. Maybe.

"I'll need you to go pack your stuff up from your old apartment building. Go now." Ann said, shooing me away. I was silent as I walked away. I had quite a few words rushing through my mind. Most of them were not pleasant.

I made it to my apartment, packed up the few items I owned into a suitcase, and called a taxi driver to pick me up. I told them the address Ann had sent me, which already sounded like a fancy celebrity apartment complex.

Boy, was I right. The building had people opening doors, people taking car keys and driving their cars away, and multiple paparazzi permanently stationed beside the door. I stepped out of the car, and a man rushed over to help me with my bags. How did they know I was staying?

"Heather Winters?" The man asked, smiling a friendly smile. He had wispy brown hair that was in a quiff, and soft hazel eyes. He was beyond handsome. I nodded, my flirting instincts kicking in. I smiled a shy smile, blinking largely.

"Harry Styles, your um," He paused, smiling at the ground. "Roommate, is waiting for you upstairs."

And just like that, my mood was in a downward spiral once again. I sighed, nodding. He led me to the front desk, where the redhead lady smiled creepily down at me and handed me a set of keys. One for my room, one for his. Great, that means that he had a key to my room.

"Miss Winters, please follow me." The handsome man said, smiling and leading me into the elevator.

"Call me Heather please." I replied, smiling. "What's your name?"

"Nathan." He replied, pointing at his name badge and grinning. Duh, how could I be so stupid?

"Okay, Nathan-" I smiled, thinking of something. "I'm going to call you Nate."

"I like that nickname." He said, smiling. The elevator beeped, signaling we were at the floor I was staying at. I looked at the illuminated number and almost started to hyperventilate. Floor 34! Holy shit, this was going to be terrifying.

I felt like the whole floor was tipping as I followed Nate to the door number, 85B. I thanked him, paid a tip, and unlocked the door. The apartment was huge, with a full kitchen, living room, bedroom, and a bathroom with a Jacuzzi tub and a shower. I walked through the entire apartment, open mouthed, then stopped back at the door.

"You like it?"

Fuck.

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