In Another World

Part 2

Part 2

Harry’s POV

Two days after management told me I needed a cover up, (or a ‘beard’ as my larry shippers would say)  I got a call. From my manager.  They’ve found ‘the one’ for me. Great. Can’t wait. They’ve already followed her for me on my twitter account... and made me quote tweet one of her recent posts. They set up a lunch for us two.  I click on her profile.  She looks like the kind of girl I was into before Louis.  Blonde hair... but it was a natural blonde.  It was long, about down to her belly button. It was pretty.  She had the most beautiful eyes (next to Lou’s). Her name was Meg.  Meg Greene. We were meeting in an hour and a half.  

I got an email from my manager.   It was our story.  It read:

“You two met at one of the Hershey concerts. She is a fan. She’s a college student at Penn State with rich parents to pay for her education, nice clothes, the tickets, everything. You asked for her twitter name and followed her, and you began to DM more and more... and soon you met up.  About two weeks later, you were able to meet up again. You asked if she wanted to be your girlfriend.  She, of course, said yes.  You are now ready to have a public relationship.  Your family and bandmates adore her. You will tweet at 12:45 this: “Lunch with @Meg_Greene278 !’’ On Instagram, you will post a picture of your lunch. Good luck.” 

I sigh. I really don’t want to do this. Then again, Louis never wants to be with Eleanor, but he does for our protection.  “For Louis,” I think.  I shower and dress in black jeans and a black tee shirt.  And, of course, my brown boots.  I grab my ray bans and go. 

Meg’s POV

I am hired as a beard to cover up Larry Stylinson.  I’ll be paid a lot and, better yet, I get to go on dates with Harry freakin Styles!  They’re fake dates... but still.  It’s crazy.  I’ve never met Harry like ‘our story’ says... but I will now!  This is a dream come true.  Maybe not.  Maybe it’ll be complete hell.

And parts of ‘our story’ are true... I am attending Penn State and my parents are rich.  And my actual name is Meg Greene.  I get into my car and leave.