Show Stopper (One Direction)

Chapter Two.

After an hour of giving each other rude looks and comments, Harry and I are led onto the shoot. There's a small, tan, leather couch. That's all. That's when Marlee steps back in.

" Okay, so Harry, go lay on the couch." She orders and he complies, walking over to the couch and plopping down on the new smelling leather.

"Now, I want you to lift your back to about mid sit-up position, and spread your legs. " She orders and a clear smirk is evident on his face. Marlee turns to me with a smirk.

"Now you, go straddle him, and pull his tie, so it looks like you're pulling him up." I groan and start to protest but she pushes me to the couch. His smirk is even wider, and his green eyes are glowing with either hate or lust. Maybe both. I sigh and climb on top of him, my knees hitting the cold material. I grab the black tie, and pull it till it's rather tightly in my grip. I give a tad bite of an extra pull as I see it move around neck, the knot right on his collar bone. I was getting some kind of advantage over him, and I like it. The camera snaps a few times, and I go to get off of him, hoping my own personal hell was over.

"No, no, no." Marlee calls and hold her hand up, telling me to stop moving.

"Now Harry, put one hand on her hips, under the gown, and one right below her bum." He smirks at the orders and his hands snake back to their obtained positions.

"Now Jordann. Take his tie off, and place your hands under his shirt on his abs." I sigh and remove his tie, meeting his deep green orbs. I place my hands under his shirt and lay my palms flat on his abs. My mind is blown by how hard his abdomen is, but I keep it to myself. I cant afford to drop a compliment like that.

"Now Harry, suck on her neck." Marlee says and both of our heads turn to look at her. My deep blue eyes were big and wide as I stared at the woman who was obviously trying to ruin my life right now. Harry exhales harshly and his hot lips connect with my cool neck. He starts sucking hard, obviously not trying to hard. After the last couple of shots are taken, I jump off of him, and race to my dressing room, anxious to be covered again around Harry. As I pull back on my previous sweat clothes, I think. Just the sight of Harry makes me crawl. He is possible the most hated person in my life. Yet, there I was, straddling a half naked him, for a shit load of money though. That was the only plus to any of this.

I flip my hair off of my shoulders and my finger tip braise a spot on my neck. I small ache of pain from the spot radiates down my neck. I pull my compact out of my purse and discover a red and purple splotch on my neck. Damn you, Harry Styles. I put away my compact, and walk out of the dressing room, only to be pulled to Marlee's office. She sits me down on the second chair, and I look over to the first chair. Styles.

"Okay so we put your pictures on the internet... Hmmm a little less than twenty minutes ago. The website already has over 10 million new views, and 19 thousand copies of the summer catalogue ordered!!" She ends with a bright smile and I cheer. Harry even lets out a small squeal, causing me to turn his way and give him a dirty look. His eyes wander down my face and to my neck, before I can cover the very non-discreet hickey, a smirk appears on his face. I vomit a little in my mouth and turn to face Marlee.

"So, can I go home now...?" I ask and yawn, looking forward to well deserved drink and nap.

"Yeah, I have other things to do, like sleep." Harry says and I roll my eyes so far I can see my brain.

"Well actually Mr. Styles, you wont be going home..." She says with a cheeky smirk and his eyes grow wide with worry.

"What!? Why!? Are you going to kill me!? I HAVE GOALS IN LIF-" He starts and stands but Marlee interrupts him.

"You're going to be fake dating Jordann, and mean while spending time at her flat. 24/7." She spat in Harry's direction. Almost as if she knew I was going to protest, she looks to me.

"Argue and I have your job Jordann Drew." She spat to me, her words poking in my heart like pins.

"You'll be staying in this room." I mutter and open my guest room. It's far smaller than my room with only a twin bed, and gray walls. He pushes past me and sits all his stuff on the bed.

"The guest bathroom doesn't uh work..." I say and glance toward the door directly across the hall from his room. It did work, but since I moved in, I had all my summer clothes still packed up. I just put all the extra boxes in that shower, since I had run out of room in my closet.

"Then where do I shower and shit?" He asks rather rudely and crosses his arms dramatically.

"I have a bathroom connected to my room. Knock on my bedroom door when you need to use it. Other wise stay out of my damn way."  spit the last part at him and disappear into my room.

I wake up from my abrupt nap by a bright light shinning in my eyes. The bathroom light is on, and the door is cracked open. I get up and stretch, then walk right to the bathroom door. Upon closer inspection I conclude that Harry is in the shower. My shower, gross.

"HARRY!!!!" I scream through the crack and hear something fall in the shower.

"Jesus Christ! What in the hell do you want!?" He yells back to me and I smirk.

"Whatcha doing?" I ask with a wide smirk playing on my face, full teeth showing.

"Masturbating." He says with a slight chuck behind it. I gag and open the door.

"NO! NOT IN MY SHOWER!" I scream and leave the door wide open. He peeks from behind the curtain, wet curls flopping over his forehead.

"Why are you in here?" He asks, with a small- large hint of annoyed.

"Uh, one its my bathroom, two I need to brush my teeth before bed, and three I need to piss." I say and I hear him groan.