No Hate, Just Love.

My name? Blair Edwards.

Yeah, it probably doesn't sound too familiar... for now.

Moving to the center of London so I could do something productive with my life was the smartest idea I ever had. Until I was accidentally hired to be Harry Styles’s girlfriend.

No, I didn’t audition or anything. In fact, I had no fucking clue who the hell Harry Styles was.

As some of you ‘Directioners’ may know, Harry wasn’t exactly the golden boy. He slept around like a manwhore and loved to hit on old ladies. Eventually, management and Simon Cowell decided it was time for him to clean up his act.

But, since Harry didn’t want to clean up his act, because he obviously didn’t give a fuck, management and Simon decided to take a stand. While they were wracking their brains out, looking for a decent and simple girl, my brother decided to play the hero and volunteer me, his little sister.

Thus why I’m standing here, in Simon fucking Cowell’s office, waiting to meet my future boyfriend.

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My name? Blair Edwards.

Yeah, it probably doesn’t sound too familiar… for now.

I was a normal girl and moving to the center of London so I could do something productive with my life was the smartest idea I ever had. Until I was accidently hired to be Harry Styles’s girlfriend.

No, I didn’t audition or anything. In fact, I had no fucking clue who the hell Harry Styles was.

My older brother, a man in his late twenties who still looked like a teenager, worked with the famous band. I thin he was like an assistant or some shit like that.

As some of you ‘Directioners’ may know, Harry wasn’t exactly the golden boy. He slept around like a manwhore and loved to hit on old ladies. Talk about disgusting. And not to mention his whole Caroline Flack fiasco. After that one, management and Simon Cowell decided it was time for him to clean up his act.

But, since Harry didn’t want to clean up his act, because he obviously didn’t give a fuck, management and Simon decided to take a stand. While they were wracking their brains out, looked for a decent and simple girl, my brother decided to play the hero and volunteer me, his little sister.

Thus why I’m standing here, in Simon fucking Cowell’s office, waiting to meet my future boyfriend.

I shuddered at the thought.

"Blair, love!" I jumped as Simon’s peppy voice vibrated through the room. He walked in with a gigantic smile on his face and moved to sit in his large chair.

I smiled unsurely. “It’s erm, nice to be here.”

Fuck. I didn’t even sound convincing to myself, much less to the big man himself.

"Please take a seat, love, don’t be shy," I followed his orders and awkwardly took a seat. "Now let’s cut to the chase. Harold was supposed to be here by now, but if I know Harold, he’s bound to make us wait. I believe you were informed about what this is about?"

I shrugged, then realized how unprofessional that looked. “Erm, sort of. My brother didn’t exactly explain.”

"It’s actually quite simple. You’re going to be playing Harry Styles’s girlfriend on screen, and preferably off screen as well."

"Off screen?"

"Yes. Well, the paparazzi are everywhere, and we’re doing this for Harry’s benefit and the band, we can’t risk anything going wrong. It won’t be that difficult, love," Simon seemed so sure of all this; he was acting like it was a piece of cake.

I was freaking out inside. I didn’t want to be a fucking fake girlfriend full time! I was horrible at acting! After my brother informed me of all this and I kicked him out of my apartment, I decided to google this ‘Harry Styles’. And this may sound surprising but I didn’t even find him all that attractive. But that boy could sing, and I couldn’t deny that.

I was pulled out of my thoughts when, I assume his name is Harry, barged in through the door, shooting Simon a crooked half smile. “Sorry I’m late. I had a few troubles getting here.”

"Like what? You drive like a maniac." I stifled a laugh and looked over at Harry. He chose the same moment to look over at me and our eyes locked. And no, I didn’t feel any of that tingling sensation carp or stupid fireworks. I felt a bit of hatred since he was taking away my freedom. "Sit, Harold."

Harry looked slightly perturbed, probably at the use of his full name but followed Simon’s orders anyways. “This is Blair, your fake girlfriend.”

He didn’t even glance at me. Fucking bastard.

Simon noticed and narrowed his eyes.

"Hello. I’m Harry."

I hate him already. Not only did he talk super fucking slow, he also had a problem with eye contact. Was it really that hard to look at someone in the face when you spoke with them? “Blair.”

I sounded like a complete bitch, but it was just retaliation on my part. I could tell he didn’t want this. He wanted to just roam free and pick up however many chicks he wanted. Sucks for him that he won’t be able to do that for a while.

"You two have met, that’s good," Simon didn’t look too pleased. "Now, basic rules."

"Rules?" Harry groaned.

"Yes, rules," Simon snapped. "I expect both of you to do your absolute best at this. This has to be taken seriously. Harry’s reputation cannot be damages any further. I’m afraid to say, if this plan doesn’t go accordingly, there will be consequences. We cannot afford to screw this up."

Yeah, no pressure there.

"I’m sure you both know how to act in a relationship. That’s how I want you two to act. On screen and off screen," He narrowed his eyes at Harry. "You never know when the paparazzi are around, so please, do your absolute best."

"Blair," Oh shit, here it comes. Did I mention I cuss a lot? "I presume you have all your things packed up?"

Wait, what? Hold the fucking phone. My thing packed?

"What?" I blurted.

Harry chuckled from beside me and I shot him a quick glare. “Your brother didn’t inform you?” Simon’s forehead creased.

"No," I replied slowly.

"You’re to be moving in with Harry."

Oh my God.

I’m sure I looked like a complete idiot right now. My jaw was ajar like a fish and my eyes were wide with worry. Oh course he didn’t mention it. The only reason I’m even doing this is because of my brother. He said that if I do this, he’ll forever be thanked by management on saving Harry’s reputation and the band. And after he begged on his knees, I couldn’t say no. If he had mentioned this fact, I would’ve said no in a heartbeat. No questions asked.

Smart boy.

"Erm, my brother forgot to mention that detail," My voice sounded strained, even to my own ears.

Simon looked worried for a moment. “Is that a problem?”

Would it be unprofessional if I said it was a problem and stopped everything here and now?

"Well, no," I pursed my lips. "I just didn’t expect this relationship to be that far."

"It has to be serious. The story line is that you two have been together for a while but it’s been a secret. You’re not a celebrity, so we can say that you two were keeping it quiet and Harry was with all those other girls so no one suspected that he’s actually in a real relationship."

Harry scowled. “Since I’m not a man of relationships.”

"And look to where it got you," Simon snapped bitterly.

I could tell that Harry and Simon haven’t been on the best of terms, due to Harry’s manwhore-ness. I decided to cut the awkwardness with some questions of my own. “When do I move in then?”

"Today, preferably."

Well, I didn’t like that answer. I’m sure it displayed on my face.

"And when do we start?" I had a feeling I already knew the answer to this one.

"As soon as you walk out of my office," A tinge of a smirk was on his face, almost as if he enjoyed putting us through this torture.

Ah, fuck.

As soon as Simon liberated us, after a series of lectures, I sped straight to the elevators.

First, I wanted to get away from all this.

And second, I needed to pack because apparently, I’m moving. “Hey, wait up!”

I reluctantly held the elevator door open with a scowl on my face. “Erm, just to let you know, I live with Louis.”

"There’s more of you?" The sarcasm was fresh. I obviously knew there were more. I didn’t spend a night googling them for nothing.

Harry chuckled. “Sadly, yes.”

"That’s unfortunate," I replied dryly.

"Don’t worry love, they’re not as good as me," He winked.

I felt like puking.

"I have to go pack," I responded quickly as the elevator door opened. To my dismay, I realized I had no idea where he lived. I was so going to screw this up. "Where do you live?"

Harry grinned. “I’ll text you the address.”

"You don’t have my number."

"That’s what you think," Harry replied creepily. "Simon gave it to me."

I stared at him suspiciously as he looked back at me innocently. “Fine.” I swivelled around to walk out but my purse decided to get caught on the bar inside the elevator. I took a step forward and went flying backwards. Straight into Harry.

And guess who else decided to shot up? A creepy looking man with a camera.

He clicked the camera, smirking, thinking he found Harry Styles and his new toy.

Harry gripped my forearm and spun me around. “Time to put this plan to action,” He smirked, spinning me back around.

He wrapped a heavy arm around my shoulders and tucked me into his side. Harry strolled out of the elevator, smiling to the cameramen—who graciously showed up—like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I growled after the fifth flash had officially blinded me. “Fuck paparazzi.”

"You’ll get used to it," Harry muttered.

"I don’t think I will."

"Harry! Harry! Over here," One of them called out loudly.

And this is it. After this, my life will never be the same.

Hell, my life has already change because some idiot got a shot with Harry fucking Styles’s arm around me.

"Who’s this?" He wasted no time. He just needed a name to put this in all the magazines.

Harry smiled professionally. “This is Blair, my girlfriend.”

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