Fake It || H.S ||

Chapter 6

October 14th

"Just smile above all else. You need to look happy and interested." Fiona said as she placed bobby pins into my hair.

"I got it. Please,  I understand. No need to review the same details 500 times." I argued.

"You'll get used to it." Harry stated as he rolled up his sleeves. I rolled my eyes doubting I'll get used to used useless repetition. 

"Tell it to me." Fiona said. 

"What?"

"Tell me every detail of the plan, and I'll never repeat myself more than twice again."

That was a deal I would gladly take.

"Harry and I are going to be seen coming out of the Louis Vuitton store where I'll be sporting a new handbag that the company generously gave him the money to buy. We'll be close enough to start rumors but far enough to give hope to the teens who don't want to see him in a relationship."

"Go on, repeat all of it."

"I'll get on Social Media and make myself likable by tweeting vague inspiring quotes and other things to build rep. Then Harry and I are to get ice cream tonight at 8."

"Wonderful. I'll forgive a few of your add in phrases."

"I don't understand why we have to get ice cream - and at 8pm of all times. Are you wanting me to get sick?"

"Who doesn't eat ice cream at 8?" Harry added in. 

I shot him a glare from under the bangs Fiona had recently parted on my head.

"Let me just go check on the, uh, the thing." Harry talked, more with his hands than his mouth.

The door slowly closed after him and Fiona and I were in the company dressing room alone.

"You know he likes you." She said.

"You know he doesn't" I retaliated.

"Hey, don't mind me. I can't see how or why, but I can tell that he does."

I turned my head to face her, my eyebrows raised. "So, how's your ex-husband?" I asked.

She smiled, obviously ready to fight fire with fire. This was our relationship.

"Fine.  How is your ex-fiance? Lucky guy, he got out before it as too late."

"Yea, and your ex husband got in some other women I presume?"

Three knocks were heard on the door.

"Is everything alright in here?" Harry asked, his long locks swinging over his confused face.

I nodded before getting up from the chair. "Yea, I'm ready to go." 

Harry and I headed out the parking lot in separate locations. We met back up at the car he had rented.

I listened to the purr of the vehicle as we made way for the Louis Vuitton store which was about 25 minutes away

 Harry looked puzzled, as if he wanted to say something. His thoughts must have eaten away at him because after a few minutes of driving in silence he finally spoke. 

"I hope you don't mind me asking, but what was all that about?" He began. 

I giggled at his curiosity. "I talk about her ex-husband and she jokes about my ex-fiance. It's simple really."

"You honestly don't look old enough to have had a fiance. How old are you?"

"Old enough to know how to walk, but young enough that I don't need a cane."