Hired

My name is Payton Young. I am 19 years old and from London, England. I guess you can say I'm famous.

I have a little sister, Jess, who is 9. Our parents are divorced and we live with our mom in London. Our dad lives in New York. Jess and I get along well with our parents. It just so happens, we only get to see our dad a few times a year.

I have two best friends, Carter and Tyler. Carter is a girl and Tyler is a boy. They are my age and we are out of school. We are trying to convince our parents to let us move into a flat together. It's not working out so well. All three of us are the bestest of friends though.

I've had many boyfriends in my life. Even one of them was Tyler, but that didn't work out too well. We made up and we are still best friends.

I actually have a boyfriend at the moment. Kinda. . .

I was hired to date Harry Styles.

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1. Chapter 1

Payton's POV-

Tonight I am going to dinner with Harry. I'm not excited at all. We don't get along too well.

*Flashback*

"Hi I'm Payton." I say shaking his hand. "Harry." he mumbles. "So I guess I'm your girlfriend." I say sitting on his couch next to him. "Listen, I don't want a girlfriend. That is why you are here. I'll take you to dinner and to my concerts. But I promise I won't speak to you or treat you like my girlfriend." he says staring into my eyes. I look back into them and see the darkness in his eyes.

"Wow." I say, still looking in his eyes. "What? Not what you expected Harry Styles to be like?" he asks coldly. "I guess the fanfictions are right. You are dark." I say before leaving his house.

*End of Flashback*

It still gives me chills thinking about the way he treated me. For the past three months, I have been dating the most famous boy in the world. What the fans don't know is he is a donkey. (I don't like to swear. What can I say, I'm a girly girl. They weren't gonna hire a tomboy.) He has never said one nice thing to me. I don't even thinks he knows my name because he never has said it to my face. He just calls me 'hey you'. The only time I have heard him say my name was for interviews. He would say, "Payton is so perfect. I think she is the one for me." LIE! He is a lying pig who hates me.

I've met the other boys before. They feel bad for me. They know that Harry hates me. Louis is my best friend of the group. Oddly enough, he's Harry's best friend. It's probably he hears all of the bad things Harry calls me.

You probably are thinking, if you don't like each other, why date him? Well it pays good. I get a BUNCH of money. Harry knows that too. That's another reason why he hates me. He thinks I'm greedy. Coming from the guy who has a new outfit each day!

"Payton, Harry is here." Jess says walking into my room. "Thanks." I mumble. I don't want to see him ever again. "Then why do you torture yourself?" Payton asks. Ooops I said that outloud. Bad habit. "Because our family needs the money." I say grabbing my purse and kissing Jess on her head.

Once I'm downstairs, I see Harry and my mom chatting. Did I mention that Harry gets along with EVERYONE in my family, but me?! "Took you long enough." Harry says. I ignore him. "Can we just get this over with?" I ask. "Dang you're more fiesty than normal." he says. "And you're more uglier than normal." I smirk. He glares at me as I let myself out of the door first. I get into his car and watch as he gets in also.

When we first met I thought he was the sexiest man alive, but now, I think he is the ugliest man alive. His attitude makes me think that.

"What's wrong with you?" Harry asks, pulling out of my drive way. "That's the first time you asked me how I am. Let alone asked me something." I snap. "Payton stop." he says. I roll my eyes and just say silent. "Why do we fight like this?" he asks. "Because you clearly don't like me and I really don't like you. What did I ever do for you to hate me?" I ask him.

Harry's POV-

She's so cute when she gets angry. "I don't know. I guess I was angry that management put me with you. So I took it out on you." I say. "Do you hate me?" she asks. "No." I honestly respond. "I know you're lying. I at least thought you would be honest." she says. "Stop the drama, Payton!" I yell.

For the whole night we eat dinner without speaking a word to each other. We sometimes make small talk at dinner, but not tonight.

I don't hate Payton. I kinda like her. I just need her to stop hating me.

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