20 Days *1 Day Left*

"You want me. Every inch of your body wants me," he hissed, "You want me to touch you. You want me to fuck you". "You have twenty days left, Styles," I whispered looking at his delicious lips. "But you don't", he smirked and pushed me to his bed.


6. Day One: Be My Date

I was dragged into this. I was completely dragged into this. I was dragged into coming for a photo-shoot with the guys.

“Sorry we dragged you into this, Kei,” Louis said. “But it was Harry’s order. We couldn’t say no.”

“That’s alright,” I replied. “I am kind of having fun anyway.” Which was not completely a lie. Watching the One Direction play dress-up while the photographers clicked pictures of them was hilarious.

“It’s Day One, isn’t it?” Niall asked sitting on top of a steel chair and fiddling with his shoelaces. He really looked like a kid.

“It is,” I said.

“I wonder how long he will last,” Louis spoke softly.

“Okay okay, guys! One final shoot!” the main photographer shouted. “Thirty minute break before that. I’m exhausted!”

Behind the perfect image of the One Direction members, there was a lot of hard work involved. Listening to whatever their superiors, managers, directors and photographers had to say was one of them. And it wasn’t easy to deliver all their requests.

“Excuse me?” a girl with a headphone over her head spoke. “Which one of you is Kerena?”

Kerena? I knew who it was. And I knew why she was searching for Kerena.

“It’s Keira by the way. And that person is me,” I replied. “Harry’s asking for me, isn’t he?”

“Yes, he is,” she said pausing at every word. “You guys must be close.” Not even a bit.


“Kera!” Harry exclaimed as I entered his dressing room. “You came!” He was sitting on one of those tiny revolving chairs, in front of a wall-sized mirror.

“For the last time Harry Styles, it’s Keira!” I retorted.

“Touchy much after last night?” he smirked. “I just can’t seem to remember the names of the girls who I don’t have sex with.”

“I bet you can’t even remember the girls’ names whom you have sex with.”

“I do. But that would take forever to make you believe it.” I let out a sigh. Harry was full of himself.

“So, what did you need me here for?” I asked.

He walked over to me and smirked. “I need a favor, Kisa,” he whispered but he was so close that it sounded loud.

“It’s Keira, but what kind of favor?”

“Be my date.”

“No thanks.”


“No fucking goddamn way.”

“I’ll donate money to your library.” How did he know about that? “Right on target, aren’t I?”

“Who told you that?”

“Just tell me- date or no date?” I needed money for my library to exist. I needed lots of money. Just a date wouldn’t hurt. Right?

“Sure. When is it?”

“It’s at one, after midnight,” he answered. It will be Day 2.

“Fine. But why ask me out?”

“’Cause you’ll get jealous if I ask someone else out.”

“I won’t. I don-”

“The other reason being that you don’t trust me,” he said, his voice almost sounding a bit hurt. “You’ll probably think I got laid at the party.”

“Did you just say ‘party’?”

“Why? You don’t like parties?”

“I own a library. Do you think I like parties?”

“No. But this one will be fun.”

“Oh please. It won’t be.”

“It will be, Keisha.”

“It’s Keira,” I corrected him. “It’s never fun. It’s totally dumb. And it will be less fun than usual, because you’ll be there with me.”

“You’re wrong, Keita,” he whispered in his deep seductive voice. “It’ll be fun because I’ll be there with you.” Saying that he placed his delicious lips on mine. 

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