ink. (haylor)

v. dreams

a/n:

hey, you guys are so amazeballs :)

your comments were so great on the last chapter and I had a tough time trying choose my favourite. honourable mention goes to my first (and very enthusiastic) commenter, haylormadness 

she asked me to make this a  bit longer, so I added some to the end of this chapter.

i really love reading your comments and most of the time when I get a new comment, i get up off my ass and start writing the next chapter bc they motivate me a lot.

thank you guys for all the reads and the love you have given this weird little story of mine - you're awesome ily

hugs and kisses,

-kay

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[Taylor's POV]

"Brrr, you two have some warming up to do," my dad laughed as Harry and I stared each other down, daring the other to say something about the shit-storm that was currently swirling around us.

The other man, Des I presumed, laughed along with him.

Janelle joined in, because it was her job.

Harry sat silent, his eyes deep in mine, his face pale and completely void of any emotion. I imagined that was what my face looked like too. His finger was slightly tracing at the edge of his mouth – he looked deep in thought, and it was slightly turning me on.

"I can't do this," I stated plainly.

"And why is that?" Janelle stopped typing something on her iPad and suddenly every eye in the room was focused on me.

"I hate him," I said the words with finality.

Harry flinched for the first time, looking genuinely hurt, his eyebrows furrowing. I instantly felt bad.

"Wait," Des began, "how do you and my son know each other?" he said, not really looking like he cared.

"I live in her building," Harry spoke for the first time and I noticed the absence of his usual charisma and charm as he looked down at the polished wood of the table as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

Janelle typed faster.

"That makes this a whole lot easier if you two know each other... Natural chemistry and things... Also, the tabloids will eat it up if they see you two constantly entering the same building..." she drifted off, not paying attention to anything but the screen of her gadget.

"There's no chemistry. I don't want to do this," I repeated, hoping someone would be able to put a stop to this.

Instead, she handed Harry and I two print-outs.

The room fell into a pressing silence as he and I both read through them. I put mine down after reading though the first page and flipping over to find a contract that basically said that our public relationship would be in the hands of the three people in front of us and anyone they deemed fit to orchestrate this whole charade.

Des's phone buzzed and he politely excused himself for a meeting as Janelle and my father both left, claiming Harry and I should go through and familiarise ourselves with the schedule and proceedings of our relationship.

My head was still buzzing and it took a long while for me to realise all of them had left and Harry and I were alone in the cavernous room, sitting on opposite sides of the long table.