Temporary

Chapter 10

Harry's POV

I wake up in the middle of the night, hot as fuck. I go into the kitchen to grab myself a glass of lemonade when I hear light whimpers coming from the bedroom. I hesitate for a second before heading toward the door. I open the door and chuckle to myself as I lean against the doorframe, observing Kat sprawled all over the bed with a scowl on her face, deep in sleep.

I see her shaking and I begin to worry. I quietly walk over to her and crouch so I'm in front of her face. She's still whimpering, and I see sweat covering her forehead.

Shit, she's having a bad dream. One part of me is like, "fuck it, let her sweat it out," but the more dominating part of me wants to let her know that she's okay.

I roll my eyes; I don't know what it is about this girl. I've never met someone who hasn't swooned at the sight of me, so its incredibly difficult to know how to act around her. Sometimes I think she's into me, but when I realize she's not, it pisses me off. I'm Harry Styles, girls' panties drop at just my name, so why didn't that affect her the same way? It's very new territory for me, but I am trying my best to adjust. It doesn't help that my anger issues have heightened since management thinks I am out of control and hired a stubborn, hard-headed girl to date me. I mean, how humiliating is that?

I'm snapped out of my thoughts when Kat starts thrashing in front of me.

"Kat," I start to shake her. Her eyes snap open and she grabs me and pulls me into the bed with her.

"Christ!" I yelp on the way down. I land on the pillow beside her and she curls around me. I'm facing her with my face practically buried in her neck. I can't breathe.

I struggle out of her grasp enough to get my head above hers. Her once rapid breathing has now leveled out and I'm staring at her. She's still frowning, her bottom lip pushed out a bit. I just look at her for a minute; it's nice to see what she looks like when she's not mad at me. She is gorgeous. Even I couldn't deny that. Her soft skin, her long lashes, her plump, pink lips, her permanently rosy cheeks, she's stunning.

I shake my head. She wants nothing to do with you Harry, this is just a paycheck to her.

Telling myself this, I begin to remove myself completely from her grasp when she wraps her tiny hand around my arm and pushes her leg above my hips. My previous thoughts have long been forgotten as she rests her head on my chest and I snake my arm around her waist.

I don't sleep with anyone. Not since everything that happened. I never, ever sleep with anyone. But I can't find the strength within me to remove myself from this girl, so I close my eyes and decide to wait it out, knowing I won't be getting any sleep.

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"Well looky what we have here!" I hear a girly voice chime.

I open my eyes and lift my head but I'm being weighed down by a still sleeping Kat.

What the fuck? How long have I been asleep? That was easily the best sleep I've had in years. I shake my head at the thought and turn to my doorway where Alison, part of my management team, was standing and smiling.

"Well isn't this a sight," she smirks and pulls her phone out to take a picture. I cover my face.

"Get the fuck OUT!" I scream at her and point toward the door.

She laughs and closes the door. "I'll be waiting out here!"

Fucking bitch. She's been making my life hell ever since I fucked her and didn't remember the next morning. Apparently that hurt the little feelings she had.