[Rebecca's POV]
"Simon, this is not going to work out. I've been here for four days and I've cried for two." I groaned into the phone. "Harry Styles is impossible."
"I really am sorry. I just need you to do this for me. It'll take awhile, but please don't give up on him." Simon begged.
"Good lord, uncle Simon.." I breathed.
"Well, you better get going." He pushed off his guilt."Complaining to me isn't fixing him." Simon rushed.
"Bye." I said short before hanging up.
I got up from my bed and got dressed for my day. Today Harry and I will be spending the day at his apartment. I was not thrilled whatsoever. But because I am true to my word, I went downstairs and grabbed my phone and bag. I walked out of my apartment locking it up and walked to Harry's place. It came faster than I had hoped.
When I got to his door, I knocked twice. He finally opened the door without a shirt on. He grimaced at the sight of me making this even more joyless for me.
I rolled my eyes and walked in. "I'm not too thrilled seeing you either."
He closed the door and just went back up stairs ignoring my presence. I shrugged walking into his living room. Us being in separate rooms could be better for us. I sat down and played with Harry's remote. I was still in the process of figuring out what channels I liked here in England. As I was searching through channels, he came down and grabbed the remote from me.
"Hey!"
"My flat." He argued while choosing some show. "The lads will be here soon."
"Okay." I said reaching over him and grabbing the remote. I got comfortable and tried again with my search, but he interrupted.
Harry grabbed the remote back and I pouted. "What part of my flat didn't you understand?" He scowled.
I glared. "Didn't your mama teach you manners? It's polite for the," I grabbed the remote back. "guest to choose."
"You're not a guest, love, you're an intruder." He smartly replied.
"Yeah, sure." I said sarcastically.
I crossed my arms and heard the front door open and several feet pad on the floor.
"The lads are here." Harry informed before snatching the remote from my lap.
I stole it back, but he was hanging on to it. I wish he stayed in his room.
"Harry, go greet them."
"Hey mates!" He yelled and yanked on the remote.
We were fighting for the remote now. After a few seconds, we were both on our feet literally fighting for the remote. "Harry stop being a baby and give me the remote."
"I'm not a baby, baby." He smirked.
"Real mature." I mocked.
We fought some more.
"How long have you two been like this?" A voice asked.
We turned towards the voice and saw, I think Niall, smiling.
"Give me my remote." Harry gritted.
"Are they always like this?" Liam, I think, whispered to Louis.
"It's the first time I've seen them like this, but yes, they hate each other." Louis said.
Harry and I were pulling each side of the remote and different channels kept popping up on the TV.
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Fanfiction*PEASE DO NOT STEAL THIS STORY* What happens when Rebecca, a dancer, gets hired as Harry's fake girlfriend by her uncle Simon? It's all to fix Harry's image. He's screwed up and needs a change in his life. What happens when Harry doesn't seem to be...
