You're Hired

“What do you think will happen when the contract ends?” I asked him. He shrugged his shoulders as a respond.

“It’s up to you, what do you feel?”” he replied.

“About?” I asked him.

“About us.” he responded.


5. Chapter Five

I woke up early the next day. Like really really early. I just couldn’t help it. This is the first date I’m ever going to. And to make it worse, my date was Harry. The Harry Styles. I need to be perfect.

Ugh! This is such a mess. I looked over at my closet and grand in frustration. There’s nothing nice in here. 

“Darling,” I looked up to see my mum standing there in by the door. “Be calm. I know it’s your first date and all, but just be yourself."

“I can’t mum,” I said. “He’s different."

“He’s Harry Styles, dear.” she entered my room and sat in my bed. “Yes, I know. He is famous. But that doesn’t mean he’s not a teenage boy."

“I don’t know what to do mum,” I admitted, feeling the tears trying to escape my eyes. This whole thing is pointless. Why is it even me? Why me? Why does it have to be me who was chosen to be his ‘girlfriend’?

“Wear the floral dress,” my mum suggested. “It makes you look pretty."

“Mothers are meant to think their daughters are pretty,” I muttered.

“Come on,” my mum said. “We don’t want you to look like this,” she indicated to me. “During your first date."

“You know what mum?” I said. “You’re right. I just have to be myself.” My mum smiled at me before pulling me in for a hug and walking out of my room. When the door shut behind her, I groaned. It would be so much easier to tell someone the truth. This isn’t even a real date.

* * *

After a few minutes, I was done. My phone rang and I quickly picked it up.

“Hello?” I asked.

“Hey, love. It’s me Harry.” The same husky voice said. “I’ll be there in 5 minutes."

“Okay…” I said trying to prevent myself from wavering. “See you.” The line went dead and I sighed. I placed my shoes on and then left my room.

* * *

“You look lovely,” Harry said as I opened the door. He bent down to give me a kiss on the cheek and I felt my inside feel gooey. I have never been kissed on the cheek. Sure, I’ve been kissed by some of my guy friends as a dare before, but this was different. 

“Mum! I’m leaving!” I yelled before shutting the door behind me. Harry led me to his car and when we were both inside he started the car.

“Where are we going?” I asked him. “Why so early? I thought we were having dinner only."

“You expect me to be a boring boyfriend?” he chuckled.

“I don’t know,” I said.

“I promised that I won’t make your life a living hell,” he said. “So I won’t. I’m going to try to be a great one."

“Sure,” I muttered under my breath. I felt his hand on my leg and I looked at it.

“Trust me,” he said without looking at me. “You won’t regret signing the contract."

My jaw dropped. He knew about the contract? I bit my lip and looked out the window. I hope everything goes well.

* * *

“Damn you Harry!” I shouted. I felt like puking from all the rides we rode. I stopped walking and clutched my stomach. Harry went over to me, and placed his hand on my back while rubbing circles.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice full of concern.

“Not really,” I said. “I feel like a hurricane just visited me.”

He laughed at my answer. “C’mon. There’s one more ride."

“Seriously?” I asked. 


“I swear, Styles. If I can’t handle this ride then I’m going to have to puke my lunch.” I said.

“It’s going to be fun."

We were in our seats in the ferris wheel and I swallowed my guts. This is death. Doesn’t he know that I’m afraid of heights?!

“Scared?“ he asked me. I nodded my head quickly, shutting my eyes close. This is it. I AM GOING TO DIIEEEE!!

"You're not going to die," Harry said softly. I felt his arm around my shoulder and I didn't even try to shrug it off. I was scared. I looked at him with scared and hopeless eyes. He chuckled at my expression and turned to look out at the view.

The ferris wheel started moving and I felt like my heart just jumped out of my body. Without even thinking, I scooted over to Harry. I felt his chest vibrate which meant that he was laughing. Ugh- talk about not being such a great 'boyfriend'.

I shut my eyes closed and I felt his arms wrap around me. He was pretty warm. I could smell his cologne and it was pretty strong. His hand was on  hair stroking it, I quickly pushed his hand away. He looked at me questioningly. 

"It makes me sleepy," I explained. He smirked at me before doing it again. "Harry!" I warned.

"Hush, shhh," he said. His tone was so calm and soft, and I felt my eyes drop. Before I knew it. I fell asleep.

* * *

I opened my eyes and found myself in a bed. The room was quite dark and I felt myself panic. Where in the world am I? Oh my god. Please tell me I wasn’t kidnapped. I quickly got up on my feet and started to walk towards the door when it burst open. I moved a little back from whoever the person was. It was dark so I didn’t know who it was. I heard something click and I squeezed my eyes shut and just hoped that it wasn’t a gun.

“Oh you’re awake,” a familiar voice said. I opened my eyes and saw Harry standing there, slightly amused. 

“Oh,” I said in relief. “It’s you."

“Who else wold it be?” he teased.

“How did I get here?” I asked him.

“I brought you here in my flat, after the carnival ride.” he replied.

Then I remembered.

That idiot made me fall asleep. Ugh! Hold on!! He carried me? Shoot! I’m super heavy, I hope he doesn’t tease me about my weight. Please don’t tell me he will.

“Why?” I said, sitting back down in the bed.

“Why what?"

“Why didn’t you wake me up?"

“You were sleeping peacefully,” he said. “And besides, it made us seem more like a couple."

I gulped and turned to look around the room. “What time is it?"

“7 o’ clock,” he replied.

“Shit,” I said. I got out of his bed and tumbled on the process. Of course, he caught me. How nice of him! I got out of his grip and stood up straight. Thing were super… awkward. Like really awkward. Well, I’m just thankful for that awkwardness since it made it clear that we were NOT a real couple.

Harry cleared his throat first. “Umm, would you care to join me for dinner?” he asked.

He scratched the back of his neck nervously and that made things even more awkward. See… he’s nervous since I’m not really his girlfriend. And to make it worse, he knows I’m being paid. How lovely!

I ran my fingers through my hair before answering him. “Where?"

“In here,” he said, biting his lip. “If you don’t mind. I made dinner."

AWWWWW!! Isn’t he romantic?! I smiled at him before nodding my head. “Sure. I would love to."

He smiled at me before walking out of the room and running downstairs. I followed him downstairs and found the table fixed. There was food prepared and I sat down across of him. We at dinner together and tried to get to know each other. I know that it wasn’t really grand or whatsoever. But at least it was lovely.



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