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.


6. Chapter Six

“NO WAY!” I yelled stubbornly. “In a million years! Never!"

I felt quite weird being the only one yelling in the room. I looked over to Harry for some help, but he seemed to like the offer. That jerk!

“You have to,” Camille said calmly. “It’s the only way to really sell the story."

“I agree,” Harry said. I shot him a ‘shut-up’ look and he just shrugged it off.

“He agrees! Not me!” I whined. 

“Yes, but the contract said you have to do everything we ask you to do. So you have to do it. End of discussion.” she explained. Okay. So there goes the winning team. And I’m the losing team.

I sulked in my seat and crossed my arms infront of me. Screw this.

“Okay, so that’s settled,” she said. “Harry will pick you up tonight and bring you to the Brits."

“How lovely,” I muttered.

“So-" she began.

“Goodbye, I’m out of here.” I interrupted her. I totally did not want to know what the end of that sentence was. I got up from my seat and walked out of the room.

* * *

I studied myself in the mirror. The black dress that Modest! sent me was so freaking tight. I wonder how I even managed to breath in this. It was backless and it stopped right above the knee.

So the dress was fine. But my face wasn't. And so was my hair.

I sighed. No matter how much I tried to look ‘perfect’ I just couldn’t. My makeup wasn’t enough to cover up for my imperfections. No matter what, I will NEVER be close to perfect or the word ‘beautiful’.

I heard the doorbell ring so I quickly ran to it before my mum got there. “I’ll do it, mum.” I said nervously. My mum raised an eyebrow at me before walking back to the kitchen.

I sighed and opened the door. And there he was. Harry Styles.

“Hey, love.” he said, looking at me in the eyes.

“Hey,” I said, shutting the door behind me. He smirked at me and I forced myself to not roll my eyes. He gave me a quick peck on the lips before walking me to his car.

We arrived in the Brits and Harry quickly entwined his hand with mine. We took our seats and waited.

Okay… so I was bored. I never really liked stuffs about celebrity gossip. It was like a waste of my time. For the twenty- second the lights shone again. And yes.. I counted. One Direction was called into stage for I don’t know how many times. They got the award and went back to their seats. Harry nudged me and I grunted. I really hated the idea of all of this.

“Awww,” I said, trying to sound real and not fake. “I’m so proud of you.” I wrapped my arms around Harry’s neck and pulled him towards me, and kissed him. I counted five seconds before pushing him away… softly. Well duh! If I pushed him away roughly the paps will know something wrong.

The paparazzi were all over the place and they kept their focus on Harry and I. Trust me, it was annoying.

“You’re doing well,” Harry whispered in my ear. 

“Yeah well whatever,” I said. He grinned at me and I couldn’t help but smile. Why does he have to have such a perfect smile?

After the Brits, we had dinner. All of us. I met the rest of the boys’ girlfriends and I could say I envied them. Not because they were dating that and this, but because the love between them was real. And me… well I’m being paid to date Harry. I never actually thought that the first relationship I would have would be ‘fake’ and something that involved money. I always promised myself that I would never fall for a guy because of his money, but well, I guess I sort of am right now.

Anyways, I’m in Harry’s car right now. And I couldn’t help but feel the tension between the two of us. We haven’t talked since the restaurant. 

“So,” Harry said. “Do you have your stuffs?” 

“Yeah, I do.” I replied with a sigh. “Umm, just to make it clear. We are NOT sleeping in the same bed."

He chuckled. “Awww but that was the fun part."

“Shut up,” I said. He laughed at my reaction.

“Just kidding.” he said. The car stopped and I perfectly knew that we were infront of his house already. He walked out of the car and opened my door for me.

“Thanks,” I said, before walking out of the car. There were lots of flashes and honestly, I did not expect that. I was blinded by one of the flashes and which resulted to Harry wrapping his arms around my waist to steady me out. I clutched onto his arm and he squeezed my hand to comfort me. We walked to his front door and the camera continued to flash behind us. The paps were asking lots questions to Harry but I couldn’t make out any of the question since they were all talking at the same time. But some questions stood out.

“So Harry! Is this another night stand?” one of the paps asked. I felt Harry stiffen at the question and I quickly got hold of his arm to relax him.

“I doubt this relationship would stand!"

“Open your eyes girl! He’s going to leave you tomorrow!"

“Don’t let him trick you."

“He’s such a womaniser."

God! What is taking Harry so long to open that door! I looked over to him and he seemed to stiffen at everything that was said. I grabbed the keys from him and opened the door. I grabbed him inside and shut the door. I sighed and then looked at Harry who was sitting on the couch with his face on his hands. He looked so broken. Destroyed. He looked so lost and hopeless.

“Harry,” I said softly walking over to him. He looked up at me but I couldn’t read his expression. 

“Why?” he asked me. Okay. I’m lost too. I have no idea why he asked me that. I sat beside him and got one of his hand and wrapped my hands around his.

“Harry.” I cooed.

“You know, they’re right.” he said. “This relationship won’t last. Even if it’s not real, it won’t work well."

“That’s not true,” I said, trying to give him some hope or something.

“Trust me,” he said. “You’re not going to want to stay with me."

“Harry, let’s not talk about this right now.” I said. “I’m not leaving.. and that’s it."

He smiled slightly at me but I knew it took him a lot of energy to pull on that smile. “Thank you."

“Hey how about we watch a movie?” I said, getting up. “I’m not sleepy yet."

He nodded his head and leaned back into his seat. “That’d be nice."

Technically, we still had to debate about what movie. But in the end, we decided to watch a scary movie. Ugh, I think I’m just going to sleep. I hate horror movies! I leaned onto Harry’s shoulder and shut my eyes.

“Jemima,” Harry said. I cringed at my name. This was the first name he actually called me by my name.

“Mmm?” I replied as I snuggled in his chest.

“I’m glad you’re here,” he said. I smiled at what he said, and this time I fell asleep.



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