Hired Girlfriend.

Chapter Four: What. The. Hell.

~Ryan~

So I ended up signing the stupid contract, even though it was obvious that the curly boy didn't want me to. Neither his girlfriend.

"Ryan?" Louis called me, as we all walked out of the building.

"Hm?"

"Look I need to tell you that this-"

"Let me guess...I'm only going to 'pretend'-" I did finger quotes in the air. "-to be Harry's girlfriend so she won't have to put up with all the fandom...am I right?" I raised an eyebrow.

"What the-how the hell did you know?" he looked at me surprised.

"Two reasons. One: It said it in the contract, and two: Harry was in the office with his chick. Duh."

"Oh. So, you're not mad?"

"What? Hell no, I'm gonna get paid a shitload of money, and I get to spend time with my best bud." I playfully punched his shoulder.

"But I thought you said you didn't want to."

"Lou, you're so stupid. I love ya, pal. And you know it."

"I mean, who wouldn't? I'm fabulous, bitch." he flipped his hair and smiled.

"Idiot." I smiled back.

"Louis?" we heard Harry, and both turned to see him, heading our way with his fingers locked into his girlfriend's. Amy I think was her name, but who cares?

"What's wrong?"

"Uh, Ryan...if you're going to go out in public with me, I don't want you to dress like this. You look like a slob." What. The. Hell.

"Listen pretty boy," I got up in his face. "I dress any f*cking way I want. So you better calm down, because I'm not here to hear you tell me how to dress. I don't need to put up with your shit. I do with your fandom, but not with you, so don't take advantage, because I'll smack your face silly. I don't give a crap what you think, so get the hell out of my way and leave me alone." Louis, opened up the space between Harry and I.

Who the hell did he think he was?

"Harry, you're acting like a baby." Louis told him. "Leave Ryan alone, she has the right to dress any damn way she wants to, and in the contract it doesn't say anything about it, so please don't make this turn into an argument."

"Fine." he huffed, like as if he was the king of Spain. "But if you get criticized, that's your fault." he said to me before walking off.

"Like I care." I muttered to myself, but it was obvious all three-Amy chick, Louis, and Harry-heard it.

"He's an idiot. What the hell? He has no right to come up to me and said: Shit you look like a slob." I imitated his voice on the final sentence.

"It'll pass by, he's just a jerk. He didn't used to be that way though, he's been influenced by his girlfriend a whole damn lot."

"Well I hope it stops, if not...these are gonna be some pretty damn long six months." I sighed.








~Niall~

"Damn, she's a hipster alright." I told Liam and Zayn as we looked over to Ryan talking to Louis.

"Yeh, you sure can tell." said Zayn, before lighting up a cigarette.

"It's funny you know?" said Liam. "First of all, Harry's only dated or been in a relationship with blonde girls, even if they haven't been real relationships. And second of all, usually they're lasses who worry about fashion and stuff, so this'll definitely be a different experience for Harry." I nodded.

"Hopefully it'll be for good, 'cause I'm tired of 'popsicle stick up my butt' Harry." I said and Liam and Zayn laughed, before every single one of us left, little time later.