The aim of my stay was to do well here. And by doing well I meant academically. Harry was never meant to do this to me. He was never meant to make me start falling for him. I mean, I wasn't falling for him, I was just seeing the better of him.
I started to see how popular Harry really was when I was wandering through campus. People were watching me: the girl who had been spotted at the beach with the number one heartthrob. I knew they were whispering about me.
"There you are," someone grabbed my wrist.
I swivelled around, "Oh, Harry, hello."
"Hello? How about a kiss?"
"Uh-" I stopped as he swiftly kissed me. "What is up with you?"
"I'm taking this seriously, Brit. We're going to be a couple. Look, I even had Niall put some ship names together for us," he smiled a goofy little smile.
"Okay," I began walking, followed by him. "Well tell me them, Harry," I smacked him.
"Ow!" he nudged me back. "No, because Niall sucks at making names. So there is no point."
"You're very annoying, you know?"
"Aw, thanks," he pouted.
I death stared him.
"Let's turn that frown upside down," he mocked.
"Harry, stop it," I dodged his hands reaching for my waist.
"Good, a smile suits you," he pulled me closer to him.
And then I knew why people were staring at me. It was because of him. No one ever thought they'd see him with someone, let alone me probably. No one thought they'd see him being a 'sweet and caring' boyfriend.
"You are aware your reputation is going down the drain, right?"
"Reputation means nothing when we have love," he tapped my nose.
Tapped it. Did he just fucking boop my nose? He booped it. I was even surprised by that. That was so out of line for even Harry.
"Wow, that sounds like an internet pick up line."
"No, it's all from the heart," he patted his chest.
I shook my head. I guess it was nice to have him as a boyfriend, even though it was fake. That was the thing, it was fake. And I had to remember that.
"So, I was thinking pasta tonight, then we can get to know each other a little more?" Harry proposed.
I thought about it. Jess wouldn't mind if I wasn't in I don't suppose. "Alright, that's fine by me."
"Okay, I'll swing by at seven?"
"Sounds good to me," I began to head back to my dorm room.
Harry gave a little cough. "Forgetting something?" He had his arms crossed, his jaw set.
"Bye, Hazzy Poo," I pecked him on the cheek, leaving his grasp.
I quickly turned to see him standing with his mouth slightly open. I winked and ran off quickly.
My key searching was interrupted by someone standing in my way. Harry was my immediate thought. Although Harry didn't wear pink stilettos.
"Uh, may I help you?" I stopped.
"Dakota," she held her hand out.
"Mm, and the door is right there," I dismissed her hand.
"I'm not dumb. I know what a door is," she gave the most plastic laugh.
"Okay, what do you want?" I crossed my arms.
"A favour," she pursed her lips.
"Oh, sorry, wrong dorm I think," I pushed past her.
"Why are you hooking up with my boyfriend?" she asked.
I stopped, the key half in the door. "What?"
"Harry, he's mine."
"Really? Wait, let me check,” I paused and pretended to think. “No, he damn right isn’t," I opened the door.
"Brit," Jess smiled, poking her head out. "Ew, Dakota."
I tried to suppress my smile.
"Freak," Dakota half squealed.
"Look, no one likes you, Dakota, and Harry isn't your boyfriend. He's with Brit," Jess explained as I stepped inside the room.
"Since he had two fingers inside her last night. Goodbye," Jess slammed the door.
I turned to face her. "Thanks," I smiled. "Harry isn't her boyfriend, right?"
"No, of course not. He can't stand that thing. No one can, but she wants the reputation."
I nodded. "I see."
Jess sat back down on the couch.
"I'm going to Harry's dorm tonight," I said.
"Dorm? He lives in a house with his friends."
"Oh, does he now?" I asked.
"Yeah. But they're all back home right now except for Niall."
"Right. Is he going to be there?"
"What? Why does that matter?"
"I don't know, I was just wondering," I changed into some skinny jeans and a baggy white tee.
"You want to be alone with him," she slammed the sides of the chair. "Brit! Do you like him?" She yelled.
"Shh, no. Of course not," I brushed it off. Hell no, my bitch ass wasn’t that weak. Was it?
"You so do. Look, you're blushing. Brit has a crush on the biggest douchebag on campus. Wow, though you weren't into that," she raised an eyebrow.
"Jess, I don't like him. I don't know, I can't because that would defeat the purpose of this deal," I groaned.
"I'll get Niall out for you," she smiled.
"Thank you so much," I sighed.
"Oi, you thinking of fucking tonight?" she asked, holding up a Trojan condom. The nerve of this girl.
I slapped it out of her hand. "What? No. Of course not."
"Well I am going out, I'll see you tomorrow morning. Have fun. And use protection," she eyed the condom on the floor.
It was five now. I spent some time touching up my makeup, I didn't want to make myself look fake though, just presentable. Maybe I shouldn't wear jeans and a shirt. He did say we would just be at his dorm, well house. I left it and flopped onto my bed, opening my book.
The clock number flicked to seven and there was a loud knock at the door. I scrambled off my bed, shaking my hair out.
I opened the door to see Harry resting against the door frame. His shirt was pressed against his body.
"Looking good," he eyed me up and down.
We waltzed outside to his Audi – loaded mother fucker – and he opened my door kindly.
“My lady,” he smirked, taking my hand as I stepped from the curb into his car. As if I couldn’t walk down a curb. Whatever, it was the thought that counted.
“Thank you, chauffeur.”
Harry was left with a slightly offended face. He held his chest in fake hurt before closing my door.
"Gum?" he offered whilst we were driving.
"Comfy?" He chewed slowly, his jaw popping out. Jesus christ, his jaw was more structured than my life.
"Yeah, of course."
"Niall isn't going to be there, so we have the house to ourselves," he winked.
"Okay," I shifted in my seat.
His house reminded me so much of him. It smelt like him, everything was so Harry. The hats, shoes, it was surprisingly neat. I slipped my vans off and followed him to the couch.
"Pizza and pasta is on its way, I took the pleasure of ordering myself," he smiled.
"Harry, a few hours ago you didn't even want to touch me. Now you want to have me over and snuggle up on a couch?"
"Yeah, I love a good game. Plus, you're hot, Brit,” he smirked, lighting a cigarette. It repulsed me, honestly, and I moved away.
"You're not too bad yourself, Hazzy.”
He noticed my discomfort at his habit and put the cigarette out in the ash tray. Did he really do that? Aww, what a sweetheart.
"Yeah, it's cute."
"Cute?" he stood up, walking over to me slowly. This little fucker was trying to seduce me.
"Harry, the food will be here in a minute, right?" I pushed him away.
He stepped back, running his hand through his mop of curls.
"You're right, baby. I'd like to finish with the sweet stuff."