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.


13. Chapter Thirteen

Jemima’s POV

So technically, only Liam, Danielle, Eleanor and I managed to stay sober last night. Zayn and Perrie were both drunk, but at least they were both in their senses. I held the tea mug tightly between my hands and let the warmth of it warm me up.

I was about to walk to my room until I heard a loud thud coming from one of the rooms.

Harry must be up… 

I decided to go to his room and check how he was. He was really a weird person when he was drunk. I opened the door to his room, to find him on the floor clutching his head. It must be the effects of the alcohol. What is that called again?

Oh yeah. A hangover. 

He deserves it. He drank more than one bottle of vodka and whiskey.

“How are you feeling?” I asked him, handing the cup of tea. He got it from me and drank it.

“Awful.” he replied. His eyes were bloodshot, making me look at him wide-eyed. 

I’m sorry but I really never saw a drunk person in my whole life. And seeing one infront of me makes me wanna yell out of fear. Harry looked like a ghost since his charm seemed to be drained from his face.

“You, umm,” I gulped. “Look like a…. ghost."

“HAHA, very funny.” he said sarcastically. He got up slightly stumbling, and faced looked at his face in the mirror. 

“I’m not joking you know,” I muttered. He turned to look at me before looking back at his reflection.

“It’s natural for a guy with a hangover to look like this,” he informed me.

I nodded my head in understanding before handing him a bottle of pills. “I think this can help ease your headache."

“Thanks,” he mumbled, getting it from me and drinking it.  

I sat on the edge of his bed as he studied his face in the mirror. 

“I cannot go out like this.” he said.

“Who said we’re going out today?” I asked him, cocking my head to the side.

He chuckled. “I was supposed to take you out in a movie today."

“But then you look like a zombie,” I said, saying the word ‘zombie’ in a deep voice.

“I’m tired,” he whined. He laid down on the bed and rested his head on my lap. Some curls were covering his face so I moved some of it out of the way.

His eyes were shut, covering the perfect green orbs beneath them. My hand stopped on his forehead before I moved it down to his cheek. All of a sudden, he placed his hand on top of mine and let it stay there.

“Have you ever wondered..” he trailed off.

“Wondered what?” I asked him in a soft voice.

“If you felt something…"

“About what?” I asked him. His hand dropped and before I knew it he was sleeping. Darn it! He’s asleep.

I wonder what he was supposed to say. It seemed like something important. Stupid hangover! If he didn’t have one, he could have finished it.

I don’t know why but a part of me wished he would ask me about our ‘relationship’. It’s been bothering me lately. A small part of me, or maybe a huge part of me, tells me that I like him. But I try to shrug it off. 

I don’t like Harry. Or at least that’s what I try to tell myself. 

Do I like him? 

I looked down at the sleeping boy in my lap. I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed him lightly on the cheek. 

Yup. That’s it.

I officially have feeling for my ‘fake’ boyfriend.

I just wish this wasn’t fake. 


Author’s note: Sorry for the late update!! I have really tried to update but my schedule is so tight! Please tell me what you think! Your comments keep me going!

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