As I spend an hour in a chair being poked and prodded by makeup brushes and extremely hot hair tools my mind swirls with every situation that could possibly happen while meeting Harry.
"Hello, my name is Harry Styles, and you must be the lucky girl that is going to be my fake girlfriend?" He speaks arrogantly.
"I-um, yeah, I have never done this before and I don't really know how to handle this but it would be nice if you kept your arrogant and unintelligent remarks to yourself because I consider myself to be a very cultured and intelligent person so I can't and won't keep up a conversation with you." I ramble in a very fast pace.
Jesus, I hope I don't make myself look like a fool. Part of me believes that this Harry character won't appreciate a large vocabulary or a sarcastic personality.
"Stevi, you're done." Angie, my makeup artist says interrupting my thoughts.
"Nice, Ang! You've managed to rescue my face yet another day..." I say referring to my appearance, which I'm not a fan of. (AN/ BTW GUYS I AM ALL ABOUT SELF LOVE, SPREAD THE LOVE!!!!).
"Aw honey, you know you're beautiful, get over yourself! I wish I could be a fine piece of a woman like you." Angie replies.
Angie is one of the sweetest women I've ever met. She's the type of person that could smile at you while you're having a bad day and then you'd instantly feel better. It's quite rare to find someone as genuine as her in today's world, which is why I'm never replacing that lady. To make it even better she's amazing at makeup, and brings me from a solid 5 to a fair 7.5, if it's a really good day.
"Now you go meet that boy and show him who Stevi Peters is." She encouraged me, forcing me to get out the chair that I has been unconsciously holding onto.
"Yay, so excited." I mutter finally getting out of the chair.
Time for me to go meet the love of my life.
HARRY'S POV
As I'm waiting for Stevi to show up I start or wonder how I got to this place. How have I gone from the top of the charts and practically ruling the world, to having a fake girlfriend just to get some publicity for my falling apart band.
As my phone starts ringing I look at the caller ID and see Simons name pop up, taking my leisure to answer.
"Hello?" I practically snap into the phone.
"Harry, it's Simon" he says.
"I have caller ID, Simon. Now what did you want?" I reply whilst knowing it will have to do with my faux romance.
"Well you know that you have to meet Stevi at Nobu right?" He asks because of his knowledge of me forgetting things.
"Yeah, Simon. I'm here right now. Anything else?" I ask impatiently.
"No, but don't screw this up, Harry. The boys are counting on you." He says right before hanging up without giving me a chance to reply.
Jesus Christ. This is going to be one hell of a date.
STEVI'S POV
When I'm about to pull up to Nobu I realize that this is the first date I've been on in a year. Even though it is fake. I'm pleasantly surprised to see there are no paparazzi in sight, although I'm sure they will show up once people recognize me and tweet about where I am or better yet who I'm with.
As we come to a stop, I slowly get put of the car making sure I take my time to get inside. I was told by Lisa that Harry and I will be seated towards the back, sort of secluded and I'm not sure how I feel about that. I enter the restaurant and look for Harry. All I really have to do is look for a man in odd shirts and long curly hair. Sure enough I find him sitting near the back with a black t-shirt and these fascinating gold boots on.
Once I spot him my nerves are on high and I feel like I'm about to go to the dentist. Nobody likes going to the dentist. It's just something you have to do.
I find myself laughing at this comparison and catch a few peoples stares, including Harry's. I plaster a smile on my face and walk over to him, thinking of what I should say.
"Hello, love. You must be Stevi, it's nice to meet you. I'm obviously Harry." He starts very politely holding his hand out for me to shake.
At first I'm caught off guard by his politeness, but then I quickly realize that I'm just staring at him like a creep.
"Hi, I'm Stevi." I reply taking his hand in mine.
