Paid Love (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Hi, I'm Abby Thomas. Age 17, grade 12. School is terrible, I have very few friends. What am I talking about I have two friends. But I only really talk to one which is Jessica. But there is this one guy that everyone adores and looks up to. But they look past the fact he is a total douchebag, so are his friends. But what happens when my friend Jessica dares me to go out with him and see how long I last? Did I mention she'll pay me 20 dollars each day. He'll go out with any girl he gets his hands on, just to see if he could get in their pants. Well do I accept this challenge? Do I fall in love? Does he find out?


11. Chapter 11

 "Rocking that look." Zayn cocked an eyebrow at me, attempting to get as close as possible. "Take one more step, and you'll regret it," I said, calmly shoving him away from me as he tried to wrap his arm around my waist.

 "Aww, baby, why you gotta' play hard to get?," Zayn smirked, making me roll my eyes.

 "To avoid getting hitched with a bastard like you." I smiled back innocently.

 "I'll get you sometime. Don't pretend you don't want me too." He whispered in my ear before winking and walking away. I saw Harry in the canteen and wondered whether I should approach him or not. I mean, are we still dating?

 Harry seemed to have seen me first, and gestured for me to come to him. I obediantly strolled cooly up to him, "What?" I asked, placing my hand on my hip and leaning to one side. I was liking this new attitude.

 "Don't you wanna sit with us, babe?" Harry sounded fake-hurt, I glanced at the table. Niall Horan winked at me.

 "Um, not really." My eyes locked into Niall's, me unable to miss his gaze.

 "Why not?" Harry prodded my side, to get my attention. A smirk was playing on his lips. "Your at least sitting with your boyfriend, me, aren't you?"

 Oh, so now he wanted to be my boyfriend? I thought he made it pretty clear last night he was obviously angry with me.

 "Fine." I sighed, and sat next to him. Just on cue Jess walked into the canteen, she grinned from ear to ear when she saw us.

 She memed something to me, though I couldn't really understand what. Then she pulled out something from her pocket, and I immediantly understood. The money. I nodded and smiled. "Uh, Harry. I have to go." I awkwardly said, moving his hand from my thigh and standing up.

 "Where?" He raised his eyebrows at me, clutching my hand tightly. Does he think he owns me?

 "Um... To my friend." I whispered, glancing hastily to my right at Jess.

 "Stay here. These can be your friends." Harry insists. I don't like his attitude.

 "I'm not fucking two years old Harry. I'm going. Bye." I pulled away from him and walked over to Jess. I could instantly sense he was following me.

 "Quick!" I hurried over to Jess and she handed over the money. "Stalker alert?" Jess laughed half-heartedly. I could tell she was wary like me. "He's way too over protective." I sighed, rolling my eyes unamused.

 "Oh really?" I heard a husky voice mumer from behind me, and felt two arms sneak around my waist.

 "Oh, hi Harry." I blushed, giggling a little. I heard he liked giggling, apparently it turns him on.

 "Come mine tonight, babe? Don't be late." He spoke from behind me, so I turned around and his lips landed on mine. He pushed me against the wall, prodding his tongue against my lips to allow entrance. I opened my mouth a little to deepen the kiss. I guessed I was only doing this to impress Jess, I hope.

 Harry pulled away, smirking. "See you tonight, babe." He pecks my lips one more time before removing his hands from my waist and walking away.

 "Another date!" Jess laughs and I roll my eyes, "Looks like my new choice of style worked." I smile slyly, glancing to my left.

I saw a glimpse of Niall staring at me, before he turned away, a blush radiating his cheeks. I smiled a little and my attention turned to Harry. He pouted his lips in a kiss to me and I did the same back.


I seem more into him than I imagined.

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