Harry Styles One Shots

Fake Girlfriend (His Pov)

A/n// quick update since I was MIA for a while
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I looked back at Marin. Her short hair that stopped just below her ears making me cringe. She seems to not care about our date as much as I do. "Uh.. Marin?" I coughed, stopping her from putting her spoonful of ice cream in her mouth. "What?" She asked. "Are you enjoying our date?"

We aren't dating, but I like her. A lot actually. We've been on a few dates. She doesn't seem to mind it if I'm sharing a house with a girl. My roommate, Y/n. She's the best friend I've always wanted. She gives me so much advice on Marin, tries telling me what to do and what not to do in our relationship. She's amazing, the best.

She ignored me. After a while, I got sick of the silence. I told Marin I was leaving, but she ignored me again. I walked out of the parlor. I dialed Y/n's number, and put the phone to my ear. "Hello, hello?" She answered. I smiled at the sound of her voice. "Hey, Y/n, are you home?"

"Yes, I'm cleaning up the jungle you call a room."

"It isn't that bad, babe."

"That bad? Harry, it looks like Hurricane Katrina came through here. What is this?" She was quiet for a second before she screamed. "Harry, there's a fucking rat under your bed!" She screeched again and I heard the slamming of a door. "I swear to God, you better be on your way from you and Marin's date. I will set your room on fire if I have to."

"I am on my way home," I had to walk. Marin brought me. Y/n was using my car for groceries. "I'm actually walking. Do you think you can pick me up?"

"I'm busy trying to find the blow torch, Harry." She mumbled. I heard the cabinets opening and closing and my eyes went wide. "Y/n, no! I swear, if you help me, I will clean that room until the carpet shines."

"And not with soda, right?"

"I swear. Everything will be spotless."

"I'm trusting you, Harold Edward Styles. Where are you?"

"Uh," I looked around. "By Walmart." I haven't walked that far. In fact, I've actually walked slower since talking to Y/n. "Ew, Marin took you to Ice Cream Alamo?!"

"Yeah?"

"Harry, that place is disgusting! Did you eat anything there?" She asked. "No. Marin only had $5 on her." I was able to feel her roll her eyes. "I'll be there in like.. 15. Stay where you are. I'm keeping the blow torch in your trunk, though."

"Deal."

"Bye, Harry."

"Bye, love." She hung up. Leaning against some building, I drew my knees up, and placed my head on the building. I closed my eyes, and I was able to hear cameras clicking. I've grown to ignore them, but they're invading my personal space. "Mind backing up?" I snapped, opening my eyes. They ignored me, and continued taking pictures until Y/n pulled up.

"Hey, fuckers!" She yelled, stepping out of the car. I glared at her. "Language." She ignored me. "Back up." She walked up to one, and grabbed their camera when they didn't budge. "Give that back."

Instead she looked through the pictures, smiling. Then she deleted every single one of them. My eyes widened. I'm going to get in so much trouble for this.

"I said back up." They all did, moving away from my car. She smirked, blew them kisses, and hopped in the drivers seat. Closing the door, she buckled her seat belt. She turned on the ac, and kept the windows up. My head was in my hands. "You're gonna get me fired, Y/n Rose."

She shrugged, "They backed up didn't they? You're welcome," she held her fist out. "Thank you," I bumped my fist with hers. "So, you need my help. What did she do this time?"

"I know she likes me, Y/n. I know she does. She just won't admit it and it's irritating me."

She sighed, "I don't know, Harry. There's not really that much you can do." The whole ride back to our apartment, we tried brainstorming ideas to get Marin to admit she likes me. Opening my door, Y/n kissed my cheek, and pushed the broom in my hands. "Have fun," she winked, and went on to cleaning the rest of the apartment. I groaned, but started to clean. I put my dirty clothes in one pile, trash in another. "Y/n, we should have a bonfire!" I yelled over her and my music. She walked to the door. "Hm?"

"We should have a bonfire. Burn all this shit."

"Later," she laughed and rolled her eyes. Grabbing a trash bag, I put all of the papers and candy wrappers in it, saving it for the bonfire.

Then it hit me.

I can make Marin jealous, by hanging out with another girl. She'll get jealous, get mad at me and admit her love to me. Its genius! But.. Who am I gonna hang out with? I don't talk to a lot of girls anymore.

I smirked.

Leaving my room, I jumped down the stairs, and grabbed Y/n by her shoulders. "I need you to be my fake girlfriend!" She looked at me like I was crazy, her eyes wide in shock. "What?"

"Yeah. T-The bonfire! We can have it in the back, or at a park or somewhere, and invite Marin and the lads and their girlfriends! And we can hang out, make her jealous! Then she'll admit she loves me. Its genius!" She sighed, "You want me to be your fake girlfriend? I can't even tolerate being your roommate."

"Just please? This once, babe, I promise."

"Go clean, Harry. When its decently clean, call me and I'll think about it."

"Y/nnnn!" I whined. She spun me around, and pushed me towards the staircase. Groaning, I went upstairs.

It took me four hours to get everything cleaned and disinfected. I cleaned the walls, I even cleaned under my bed and in my closet. It was scary in there.

All my clothes, I put in two trash bags to wash later. Y/n groaned, but told me she was in the plan. She handed me carpet powder, "Sprinkle this on your carpet, and leave it alone until we get back before you vacuum in here. It smells like death, Harry."

Rolling my eyes, I made sure everything was out of the way before sprinkling the white powder on my brown carpet. Smiling happily to myself, I slipped on my boots, and grabbed the bag of trash in it. We ended up going to my step dads beach house. Louis went by himself, his girlfriend in Paris. Liam and Sophia came, and Niall and his cousin came. Marin sat next to me and Y/n as I dumped a small amount of trash in the light fire every so often. Marin was in a deep conversation with Niall's cousin, Amber. Y/n nudged me. "Go sit next to her. Wrap your arm around her." She whispered, and got up. She left and sat next to Louis. They smiled, and hugged each other. This familiar feeling hit me hard in my chest, but I ignored it. I don't know what it is, why pay any mind to it?

I sat next to Marin, and loosely wrapped my arm around her shoulder. She didn't brush me off, which I was happy for. But I had spoke too soon. She moved, taking my arm off of her. "Harry, I'm talking."

Sighing, I looked at Y/n and Louis. They were laughing, and she threw her head back. She ran her fingers through her - recently dyed - dark red hair. My eyes stayed focused on her. God, she's so beautiful. Why couldn't I have had her? She's so funny, smart. She actually puts up with me. She's always there for me- Wait... I'm not catching feelings for her, am I? No way, she's my roommate. My best friend.. There's no way I'm suddenly catching feelings for.

Maybe it's not suddenly... I always get that feeling when she's around the other boys, or when she's a little to flirty with a waiter when I take her out on dates. No! Not dates. They aren't dates. They're just...

They're dates.

Now I realized Marin had gotten up, and left with Amber. I didn't care about her anymore, she probably never even liked me. Standing up, I walked to Y/n. I sat down next to her, and wrapped my arm around her shoulder. Unlike Marin, she smiled at whatever Niall had said, and leaned into me. I rubbed my arm up and down her arm and kissed her head. I usually always do this, when we watch movies and cuddle. Maybe I was in love with Y/n. That wasn't the question anymore. The question was, did she love me back?