Harry Styles Imagines

Fifi?!

Unlocking the door and walking inside I looked at the cardboard boxes laid messily on the floor waiting to be filled with my belongings.After signing the contract to be Harry's fake girlfriend for a year I had to move in with him to make it seem more real and doesn't that seem a little fishy. They said it was so that the relationship would seem more realistic and genuine rather than fake.

Setting my bag on the table I freshened up and put on a loose hoodie with a pair of sweatpants before tying my long brunette hair into a messy bun,looking at the clock on the wall it indicated that it was only three in the afternoon.A ding from my phone interrupted my train of thoughts as I looked it to be a message from Harry as whether I wanted help from him or not.

I replied with a quick yes and he said that he'll be here in ten minutes.

Exactly ten minutes later he pulls up in his 1970's rare Chevy Impala.I'm not a big brainer on cars but he's been bragging about it since I met him.

He climbs out of the car and waves at me flashing me a dimpled smile that millions would swoon over but I had to keep this professional, the only reason I agreed to this was because I needed the money to provide treatment for my grandmother in the hospital.

She was all I had left.

Letting Harry into my house I took his coat and placed it into my closet mentally making a note to give it back to him later.

"Hi Harry," I waved.

"Hi Y/N. How was your day?" He greets.

"Fine, I'm really knackered though," I pout.

He chuckles then picks up a box stuffing my books into it but not before looking at me with a book in his hands.It was the one direction Where We Are biography.

"What!" I protested. "It's really good," I argue.

"Thanks love." Harry's laughs and puts it in the box.

I continue to put my things into my box and go upstairs to retrieve my clothes from my small but gorgeous closet.

Opening a drawer and taking my undergarments I kept them nicely in the bottom before packing my comfy clothes on top.Another box done.

Going back downstairs to retrieve another box I saw Harry drinking a glass of water.

"You could have asked me.I would have given you a glass of water,"

"Nah it's fine.It doesn't take that much to get a glass of water," he shrugs.

I smiled.He was really grounded and down to earth.It was like he wasn't even famous.

"You want to keep these boxes in my car," he points toward the packed ones setting the glass down in my sink.

"Sure," I said picking one up.

He opens my front door and unlocks his car with one hand.Lifting the trunk of his car he puts one box inside before taking mine from my hands and putting that inside as well.I run inside and grab my three duffel bags holding my personal belongings before opening the back door of his car and dumping them there.

Slamming his door shut I turn back to hear a huge gasp coming from Harry's mouth.

"Fifi! What? How did a scratch come on her," he exclaims.

Fifi??

Who the hell was Fifi? Was it his dog or something?

"Who's Fifi?" I question.

"Umm my car," he smiles sheepishly.

"And there's a scratch on her," he points.

"I'll just go and get your coat back now," I run back in the house and burst out laughing.

"You know I can hear you laughing right?,"

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So here is another chapter.Hope you like it.I haven't Been updating much but please bare with me.I have school and this to juggle so yeah :)

Shania.x