Things I Can

05 : Fake Date

If it weren't for my parents' orders and not for Robin's friendliness, how would I want to go out with this incredibly annoying British boy?

Harry and I didn't go far from my house. We just walked over to Starbucks and had a quick conversation even though I didn't intend to chat with him at all. Fortunately, none of the paparazzi managed to spot us.

Harry and I tweaked our looks a little, tricking the paparazzi. I wore a black jacket and black jeans not forgetting the hoodie that covered most of my head while Harry, well, he was wearing clothes that were not much different from mine. It's just that, he wore a cap  first before wearing the hoodie.

I don't understand what's on my parents' mind. Why did they suggest this strange young man as my future lover, anyway? I mean, how good is he? Okay, I admit he is pretty good looking, but from his face alone, I know he's also good at attracting girls just like a magnet. I'm sure he really likes going to the nightclubs too.

"Taylor Swift!"

I gasped at the sound and woke up from my reverie. Harry is still sitting across from me. He looked at me and narrowed his green eyes at me. The magazines didn't lie, he really is handsome. . . wait, why am I even thinking about that?

"What?" I asked.

"Didn't you  listen to my question earlier?" He pursed his lips.

I casually shook my head. "Why would I listen? I was forced to be here. If I asked to choose, I'd rather be at home, playing with Meredith than having to go out with a guy like you."

"You look like you hate me," he said languidly.

I shook my head. "I don't and have never hated you. Besides, what's my reason for hating you? I don't even know you that much."

"You're very ignorant and seem forced to be around me. What can I do to change your cold attitude towards me?" He asked with a serious face.

I shook my head. "There's nothing you can do, Curlyhead. Just have a good time with me that will feel like absolute hell."

"Relax. I'm going to make your time with me feel like heaven too," Harry winked at me. I responded by rolling my eyes. At the same time, our order arrived

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After a boring afternoon with Harry, I came to attend a television show that evening. I'll be a guest on the show and answer all the questions the host I know named Liz will ask. The show just started at seven in the evening and to start with, I sang my newest song, which was a harsh insinuation for my ex-lover who often asked me to come back to him again. The title of the song is We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together. The title is long and painful enough for my ex, I'm sure.

After singing the song which is shortened to WANEGBT, I sat on a red sofa and faced the host named Liz. We had a short talk before starting our interview. Witnessed by about eighty people in the audience from the studio. The interview ended an hour later and I immediately called Tom to pick me up. I waited quite a while in the lobby  until finally, I received a message from an unknown number.

And the message read,

I'm in the parking lot.

Apparently, this message came from Tom. But, isn't this Tom's number?

I got up and grabbed my bag. I walked out of the lounge room, after saying goodbye to the people around me. I walked quickly to the parking lot and when I got there, I looked around, looking for where Tom might possibly parked my car.

I squinted. I didn't see my car at all. Then, who could've texted me if Tom isn't here? My question was answered quickly when a car stopped right in front of me. I squinted my eyes, not recognizing the car. The windshield began to roll down and I could see the driver of the car, who was a young man with sunglasses perched on his nose.

"What are you doing here?" I asked sarcastically.

"To pick you up, of course. You should save my number, Taylor. I sent you the message." And I finally found the answer to my question.

"I told Tom to pick me up."

"And I told Tom to not pick you up and let me pick you up. I've also asked your parents to have dinner with you."

"You asked my parents for permission, but you didn't ask me? No thank you. I don't want to have dinner with you, I just want to go home. I'll just get a taxi."

I walked away, heading inside the building again. I stepped towards the side of the road however, my footsteps stopped when I heard the screams of my name. I looked back and was shocked to death to see about dozens of people running towards me. I tried to run and my steps stopped at the same time a car stopped in front of me. The car door opened and Harry was grinning inside the car. Without thinking, I immediately got into the car and Harry drove the car away.

"You're welcome, Taylor."

I rolled my eyes at Harry's gentle insinuation. I took a deep breath and let out a slow sigh before starting to say, "Thank you."

Harry chuckled. "Thanks isn't enough, Honey. You have to accompany me to dinner."

"I'm not in the mood for dinner with you, Styles. You can choose between having dinner alone or letting me get out of your car right now." I threatened.

"I have a choice for you too, Swift. You can either choose to go out and be chased by your fans without anyone else to keep you safe or you can accompany me to dinner." I turned and gave him a look of protest.

He shrugged. "It's an easy choice, isn't it?"

"You're the most annoying person I've ever met."

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The car Harry was driving stopped right in front of the gate to my house. I accompanied him to eat for about an hour. I can't believe this guy ate a lot. He finished two servings of spaghetti. Even I couldn't finish that many.

I sighed and was about to turn my head, to thank him for dinner however, I changed my mind when I saw him smiling at me. I honestly don't understand what's going on with this guy's head. I'm always indifferent and annoying to him, but he always manages to give me a smile. I see, this must be one of his tricks to win a woman's heart.

"Thank you," I said, starting to open the car door, without even trying to look at the man. The door was open and I would be one step away from this agony if Harry had surprisingly pulled my hand, sending me back to my original sitting position.

"What are you doing?" I snapped irritably.

"I just wanted to say, I'll come get you again in the morning. I have seven days off before I return to London and I think it would be great if I spent my day off in New York with you." Harry put on his sweet smile.

I shook my head quickly, trying not to get caught up in this man's charm. "I'm busy. I haven't got a day off. So, you better ask another girl to accompany you on your vacation. Don't you have a lot of girls around you?" I asked with irony.

Harry took a deep breath and sighed slowly. "Yes, I do, but if you ask me to stay away from those girls, I will."

"And why should I ask you to stay away from them? I don't have the right tell you to stop going out with your girls."

"But you'll have the right to tell me that if you start being my girlfriend." Harry said confidently and cheekily.

I rolled my eyes before finally, actually getting out of the car. Just stepping outside, I heard Harry yell a little, "Have a nice dream, Taylor. Good night!"