Fall - Larry Stylinson

Fall - {Chapter Four}

Harry’s P.O.V

This morning I woke up with the biggest headache ever. Yesterday me and Louis went to the club together. Where Louis ended up being dragged by a girl and almost had sex. Its funny actually, imagining Louis’ face when he was dragged and raped.

Ew no.

Just as I’m about to walk out of my room, my phone buzzed. Because I thought it was just Liam asking me a favor, I answer it right away without looking at the ID.

“Hello?”

“Good morning, Mr. Styles! How was your sleep?” that voice, is so not Liam’s. So I checked the ID, and sure enough, Charles. “What do you want?” I snapped. Well, even though he’s  the head of Modest! Management, he’s never been the best management. They’re just some stupid bastards who wants money.

“We want you, and only you, to come here. We need to discuss something very important.” Charles stated. After agreeing on how am I going to get there without being caught by one of the boys, because apparently, he didn’t want any of them knows. Especially Louis.

When Paul and any other bodyguard came, I rushes to the car and they took me to I don’t know where.

~*~

“Hello, Harry. Long time no see. Please take a seat,” Charles said. As I take a seat, one of his “maid” gave me a drink. I mumbled a ‘thank you’ to her and she nodded then leaving me, Charles, and a few of his co-worker in the room.

“So, what am I doing in here?” I ask. Sounding a bit interested. When on inside, I am begging the Lord for this to pass quickly. Charles give me the intimidating smirk that made me raised an eyebrow at him. He chuckles a bit.

What the hell is wrong with this man?

“Okay, as you can see, the whole world is talking about you two.”

“And what is that supposed to mean?” I snorted, and seriously. I have no, fucking idea what he was talking about. “You Two”? What?

“I was talking about you and Louis. The whole world is talking about you. And surprise, we know that the two of you is dating. We’re not happy about this, Harry,”

Okay, this man, is bluffing. This man is definitely drunk to think that me and Louis are dating. Well, our bromance is close, but seriously, we aren’t dating! We aren’t even gay. We had sex with girls. That gives them enough proofs that we’re straight and definitely not dating.

“You guys, are lunatics,” I laughed. I laughed so hard. This is stupid. So I stood up and open the door knob, but his answer stops me.

“I want you two to fake date.”

And I swear, I turn my body faster than anything. Standing a few feet away from my seat. “Excuse me?”

“Yes, Harry. I want you two to fake date. We have found the girl for Louis. And you, darling, you are going to be so famous because of this. There’s going to be so many news. So many TV channels that would be asking to have some little interview about you two. And do you  what that means? Money,” He smirked. And the only thing I wanted to do, was kick him in the face.

What the hell was he thinking? He only need to tell the world that we’re not dating and Ta da! Problem solved. He don’t need to be a fucking matchmaker.

“No way, there’s no way that I’m going to do this.” I stated. Looking sternly at his eyes.

“Oh come on, Harry. When you know who you’re going to fuck until this whole drama died down, you’ll beg me to do this.” He said. Grinning evil-ly at me.