VALERIE

Chapter 1: Expect the Worst

Welcome to my Take Me Home book series!

1. VALERIE (Harry Styles)

2. She's Not Afraid (Niall Horan's Back Story) - the title is now changed to DARLING HARBOR

3. Half a Man at Best (Sequel to VALERIE)

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Copyright © zylgnagnaba 2013

February, 2013

London, UK

SO I am there, seated awkwardly inside the office of the Modest! Management while waiting for the arrival of my supposedly fake boyfriend, Mr Harry Styles. I am hired to pretend to be his girlfriend for a renewable two-year contract. I was just an aspiring model when one scout found me along the street, waiting for a ride home. I didn't really like to have this odd job but I was thinking about the bills that I have to pay since I moved out from Glasgow, my home city. Not considering the possibility of the hate I might just receive from his crazy fans, I accepted it anyway.

"There you are!" Mr. XXX, as I prefer him calling, says as Harry walks into the room.

With his head looking down, apparently not in the right mood to talk to anyone, he answers with his tired-sounding voice, "Good Afternoon Mr. Shaw (Mr.XXX). Could we just get it over and done with? I don't have all day." He sits on a chair in front of me; looking at me with those dreadful eyes, observing me from head to toe. I stare at him awkwardly and look away as I sense that he's going to look at my face again. Damn! This job is going to be tough.

"Mr. Styles, this is Miss Valerie Scott, she's from Glasgow. Miss Scott, this is Harry Styles." Mr. XXX introduces us to each other. I and Harry are still feeling awkward with each other, but I manage to pull my hands to shake with his but he does not respond and turns his face to Mr Shaw instead as he speaks. Well, this is really humiliating! I never thought he could be this hard to handle. What a jerk! No wonder she (unknown Harry's Ex) broke up with him.

"Okay, Miss Scott, you already know the drill, don't you?" Mr XXX asks me with both of his eyebrows raised at me.

"Yes, Mr. Shaw." I answer confidently. "Pretend as a happy couple. Don't get caught by anyone that we're faking it and..."

"Okay, I think we're done here. I need time to rest" Harry interrupts before I could even finish my sentence. (What a *%#@ ) He stood up and head towards the door. He leans back and asks sternly "Well?"

It was quite confusing who he was referring to so I turn my face to Mr XXX with a curious face that read: "who is he talking to?"

"Well, Miss Scott, aren't you coming?" Harry cocks his brows rather annoyed at my slow pick-up while he was holding the door open.

I bolt out of my chair awkwardly and bid my farewell to Mr XXX, "Goodbye, sir! I'll go ahead."

"Okay Miss Scott. We'll send all your stuff first thing tomorrow morning." He answers with a grin.

Harry goes out of the room so fast as I am walking behind, trying to keep up with him. Not a word said, he opens the door of his car for me before he gets in the driver's seat.

The whole drive to his flat was filled with silence, except with the song that's playing on the radio. Science and Faith by The Script. I love this song a lot but singing along with it as of the moment might be a wrong idea. I don't want to annoy Harry. It’s already awkward for my liking.