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.


9. Chapter Nine

I woke up with a loud grunt. My head was terribly aching… and you could say that I woke up in the wrong side of the bed. I reckon if anyone would annoy me this morning, I’d hit them right away. Or I’d yell at them to shut up and tell them to leave. Any of the choices were possible.

My phone rang, making me groan. I grabbed my phone out of my vanity table and answered it without checking who it was.

“Hello?” I said, trying to hide my morning voice.

“Jemima!” The girl’s voice exclaimed. The voice was the voice I never wanted to hear again, but I knew it was impossible.

“Camille!” I said, trying to make a happy tone but epically failed. I groaned mentally. She always made me do stuffs I don’t want to do. Like.. kiss Harry, hold hands, hang out, go out for dinner and blah blah blah. Everything is seriously getting on my nerves.

“Guess what day it is today!” she yelled happily. Ugh! The day when you called me up to torture me… A small voice in my conscience said. I shook my head and replied to her.

“No, what is it?” I said bluntly. Honestly, she hasn’t bugged me for 4 months straight! Why now? 

“Today is the day when you’re going to pick you ‘boyfriend’ up in the airport!” she said in a matter-of-fact tone. 

“But-“ I began but being the annoying person she is, she interrupted me.

“No buts!” Then she hang up. Wow! She has such an amazing attitude. I’m sure she has a lot of friends. Ugh! I decided to get ready since I didn’t want anybody criticising me. This is really pathetic. 

I haven’t been on twitter for many days or any social networking sites since I didn’t want to read any of the rubbish in there. Although… Camille had told me to tweet something sweet to Harry so I did. Yeah, but I didn’t check my mentions.

She also told me to call Harry and text him blah blah blah. It’s like she has a hold of my life!

After a few minutes, I was done. I was wearing black skinny jeans, a jumper and uggs. My hair was tied in a ponytail- well a messy one- and I had an owl necklace on. I walked downstairs and was approached by my mum.

“Morning darling,” she greeted. “Where are you off to?"

“I’m going to pick up Harry in the airport,” I replied.

“Oh okay,” my mum said. “Tell him I said hi."

“Sure mum,” I said before grabbing my car keys and walking out to my car.

The moment I reached the airport there were lots of flashes on my way. It clearly annoyed me, but I tried to act like it was nothing. I put on my best smile.

I finally found Harry in the midst of bodyguards. I waved at him, and when he finally saw me he pushed his way past the guards and towards me. I walked towards him and he quickly wrapped his arms around me, giving me a quick peck on the lips.

“I missed you so badly,” Harry said, giving me another quick kiss.

“Aww,” I said, putting my arms around his neck. I gave him one last peck before pulling away. “C’mon we have to go."

We reached my car and Harry loaded his stuffs inside. He got in the passenger’s seat and I entered the driver’s seat.

“I’ll bring you to your house,” I told him.

“Uhuh, sure.” he said. The drive was quite long and awkward. We didn’t talk at all, and I’m guessing it was for the best. It made the fact that we weren’t really dating stand out.

“So.. how was tour?” I said, trying to break the silence. 

“It was fine,” he said without looking at me. Who am I joking? I should really stop trying… In six months the contract would end, and I would go back to the same life I had before. Harry would be out of my life and I will be a nobody again. I sighed.

“Is everything alright?” Harry asked, this time he turned to look at me. I nodded my head. “I’m sure it’s because of Camille."

“Camille?” I asked. Yeah, sure Camille is kinda controlling my life but seriously?

“Well, yeah. But you don’t have to move in with me if you don’t want to,” he said.

Woah! Woah! Did he just say ‘move in’ with him?

“Move in?” I asked, still focusing on the road.

“Yeah, you’re going to live with me starting next week until the contract ends,” he said. My face turned pale. Camille never said this! Hell! Why would she even think of this? I guess Harry saw my face cause he quickly covered up for it. “You don’t have to, if you don’t want. It’s just that, it would kinda..” He faded out, he nervously scratched the back of his neck.

“Actually that’s would be fine,” I said. I stopped the car and looked out the window. We were outside his house. He got out and I did too.

Right away camera started flashing. Seriously? How did the paps find us?

Harry got hold of my hand and dragged me inside his flat. After he shut the door behind him, I settled down on his couch.

“I’m tired,” I groaned.

“Don’t be, love.” he said, sitting down beside me. My phone rang and I quickly answered it, getting up in the far corner.


“Hey! By the way, you’re moving in with Harry next week!” Camille said. She said the words so quickly like she already expected me to burst out.

“Okay,” I said calmly.

“Seriously?!” she said, obviously surprised.

“Yeah.. well bye.” I hung up before she said something. I sat back down in the seat and placed my head on Harry’s lap.

“Camille?” he asked. 

“Yeah, with a very late news,” I said sarcastically. He chuckled at my answer while removing some of the hair in my forehead away. He caressed my check with the back of his hand and I shut my eyes. “Stop it.” I got his hand out.

“Right, it makes you sleepy,” he smirked. I quickly got up. His smirk always meant he had an idea up his sleeve. I backed away from him. “C’mon I don’t bite."

“No but you do horrific things,” I teased. He chuckled at me. I felt something hit my face and I realised that he had just thrown a pillow at me. “HARRY!” And then something liquid hit the side of my face. I felt it and looked down at my hands. Pudding. He threw pudding at me. “Oh it’s so on!” 

I got one of the puddings in the kitchen counter and opened it. I threw some at Harry which caused him to smirk. Now it was his turn. He ran towards me and I quickly ran. WE ended up chasing each other all around his house. I stopped when I felt his arms wrap around my waist. I tried to wriggle my way out of his grip.

He made a tsk tsk noise and when I turned to look at him his smirk got wider. Before I knew it, I had fallen into his pool. It was freezing cold and my clothes were drenched. 

“Harry! I-I-it’s f-freezing,” I said. He sighed.

“Here,” he held his hand out and when I got hold of it, I quickly pulled him in. He fell into the water and flipped his hair, wetting me in the face.

We goofed around in the pool and played around. We did several stuffs, splashing each other, just staying still in the pool and doing other stuffs.

Finally, it was time to get out of the pool. Then reality hit me.

I didn’t bring any other extra clothes. Shit.

I stood by Harry’s heater, trying to warm myself. He threw a towel at me. “Thanks."

“No problem,” he said. He took his wet shirt off exposing his toned body. He had abs, oh my god. Like seriously. OH MY GAWD! He was so muscular and.. hot.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he smirked. I rolled my eyes. Jerk.

I shivered and wrapped the towel around me. 

“You cold?” he asked.

“A little,” I replied. “But I’m fine."

“No you’re not,” he said. He opened one of his cabinets and threw a shirt at me. Surprisingly, it was a girl’s shirt. I looked at him questioningly. “It’s my sister’s.” he quickly explained.

“Thanks,” I said. 

“You know..” he said, running his hand through his wet hair. “You can give me show.” 

I turned my attention to him. “Ha, but no thanks. I’m changing in the bathroom."

He pouted. “Please."

“No,” I said firmly, causing him to put more. “Besides, we’re not even really a couple.” The moment the words came out of my mouth, his face went down. “Harry,” I began.

“It’s okay,” he said, giving me a weak smile. “Just, umm, get changed already."

I nodded at him, before walking into his bathroom. What was even wrong with that? It is the truth! We aren’t a couple.



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