The Girl Next Door

Buisness & Pleasure

He opened the door for me. I slammed it shut, and opened it again, getting into the car.

"You're such a gentleman." 

"You're such a girl." he bantered.

"I thought I was an elephant. My entire life has been a lie." I started fake crying.

"Go on, cry. Make people think I'm raping you or something." 

"Challenge accepted." I raised my eyebrow, turning towards the open window. "No, Harry Styles of One Direction, I will not sleep with you." his mouth opened in shock.

"Then, Carter Arch, stop taking my clothes off."

"Put. That. Away."

"Give me my money back."

"Oh, so you admit it?" I smirked. A few people walking next to the car exchanged a confused look.

"Nothing to see here," Harry smiled at them. "Run along." he started the engine before the car slowly started moving.

"Thank God my mother wasn't here to see this." 

"Nicely played, Popstar." he winked at me. The car slowly moved along the still crowded London streets, stopping every few meters. It really seemed the city never sleeps. And I wanted to. The traffic was finally that thick, that the car eventually stopped. It didn't seem like we were moving anytime soon.

"Look, there's something I need to tell you." his voice was surprisingly serious. 

"I'm all ears."

"Well, there's this girl, and... I really like her. Just that,-"

"It turned out she's an alien?"

"Not really. There's an age difference."

"What, she's 15?"

"Not really..."

"16?" I coninued. This was getting interesting.

"Decade..." he coughed, covering up his words.

"26?! Wow, that's really... A lot." he looked at me, shaking his head.

"36?!!!" I chuckled. "That's a little bit too much. Even for you."

"Age is just a number..."

"Yeah, and jail is just a room."

"She's an actress..."

"I'm not suprised."

"And she's maybe going trough a divorce." this was getting better and better. "Which maybe isn't final yet."

"You're dating a married woman? Kanye West much?" he shamefully looked down. "Well, that's something, but what do you want me to do about it?"

"My managment isn't quite thrilled about it. They think it's bad for buisness. So, they told me to find someone to cover it up."

"Good luck finding that." he looked at me like a puppy. "No, no. No, please don't. I can't be your cover up girl."

"I'm not really thrilled about it either, but after our little 'chat' the other day, me finding shelter in your house and especially this tonight, I'm pretty sure if I find someone else now, it'd be suspicious." I was so close to choaking him. Instead, I got out of the car, into the middle of Tower Bridge. Harry ran after me. "It's only for a few months, until Victoria's divorce is final."

"What's in it for me? You just expect me to pretend to be your girlfriend while you go on watching 'The Notebook' with someone else?!"

"1.000 pounds. Each week." 

There is no way I'm going to be able to go home with a job in a cafe´. This was my only other way out, and he knew I couldn't say no.

"I just started thinking you weren't as spoiled as I thought you were. You just think you can get any girl you want! Newsflash, not everyone wants a spoiled jerk in a boyband. " I screamed, not caring too much about the people watching us from their cars.

"Please." he looked desperate.

"Fine! But I'm telling you now that it's purely an act." he smiled. It was getting more and more annoying every time he did it. "When do we start?" I sighed, turning my back on him.

"Now." he grabbed my wrist, forcing me to turn around, pulling me closer. He let go of my arm, trapping me under my ears. I felt his cold palms on my neck.

What the heck is he doing?

His face moved closer to my face, his eyes glancing at mine. My heart started pounding faster, for all the wrong reasons. I just wanted him to let me go so I could jump into the Thames. 

Unsurprisingly, he didn't. He closed his eyes a second before he pressed his lips against mine. Some unknown power forced me to close my eyes, too. 

I felt cameras flashing all around us.

Harry Styles and I did not just kiss. 

When I finally came to my sences -he was still sucking my face-, I slapped him. Simple as that. My palm. On his cheek. And it left quite a red mark. He took a step back.

"Ouch!" he rebelled, rubbing his still red cheek.

"I'm not sorry."

"We were supposed to pretend we're crazy in love, remember?"

"Oh yeah... Let me see..." I continued, rubbing my chin like I was thinking. "Nope, still not sorry." I went to the car, slamming the door as I sat in. Harry looked at me in shock, and finally came after me. He drove us home without another word. 

I opened the door as the car was still moving. Every extra second spent with him is unbareable. 

"Scratch that," I thought. "Every second spent with him is unbareable." 

"Carter, wait!" he yelled after me when I was already halfway to my door.

"What now, Popstar?! You kidnapped me, forced me to hang out with the boyband, you forced me to be your cover up girl, and you kissed me. What else could you possibly need?" he grinned.

"On Tueseday after you finish school, we have a 'make-out session' at my place, and on Friday I'm taking you on a romantic dinner." my jaw fell from what I've just heard. 

"Oh, yeah and on Saturday we can go skydiving from the edge of space."

"If you want."

"I have work on Friday." I said and slammed the front door.