My Sister is Harry Styles's 'Girlfriend'

Chapter 3

(Maria's POV)

"Now, do you understand? Just don't tell anyone. Ok, Maria." Mackenzie says.

"Can you repeat, please?" I ask.

"Ok. But, this is the last time I'm repeating this." She says.

"You, directioners, don't like all the rumors of Harry being a womanizer, right?" Mack asks.

"Yeah." I say.

"Well, they're not true." Mack says.

"I knew it."

"But, no one knows that, not even Hannah. So, to prove that they aren't true, management signed a contract with me to date Harry for 18 months. So, it's fake. But, again, nobody knows. The only people who know are; the management, me, Hannah, the boys, and now, you. No one else can know. Ok?"

I just nod.

"Finally."

"Can I just ask a question?"

"Ask."

"Why did you tell me?"

"Because, I consider you as a little sister, like Hannah. So, I guess I just had to let you know. I can trust that nobody will find out, right?"

"Your secret is in a deep well."

"Good. Let's keep it that way."

I just nod.

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(Harry's POV)

She's so beautiful.

Yet, she sees me as a womanizer just like the others.

Why does she hate me so much, her friend is a directioner. While, she hates me. How can I prove to her that I'm not a womanizer.

I sigh and rub the bridge of my nose.

Something I do when I'm angry or stressed.

I park and take my phone out.

I dial Mackenzie's number and after two rings she answers.

"Hey, Harry." Her pitched voice answers.

"Hey, management wants me to pick you up for the concert. I'm in Starbucks now, call me when your ready." I say.

"Ok. Love you, Harry."

"Yeah." I say and hang up.

I get out of the car and walk into Starbucks.

I wait in queue behind a man and two little girls. About the age 6 and 8.

I then hear a familiar groan from behind me.

I look behind me to find her, Hannah.

"Are you everywhere?" She groans.

"Just here to get a pre concert drink. Are you coming?" I ask.

"Unfortunately." She murmurs to herself.

"Daddy, look it's Harry Styles." A girl says from in front of me.

I look at her and wave with a smile.

"Can we get a picture?" The other one asks.

"Now now, Maddie, we don't want to bother him." The father says.

"It's no problem." I say.

The girls jump and clap.

I chuckle as I kneel down and place the younger one on my thigh while the other stands next to my leg.