[Mr. Styles] // h.s

[2]

I closed the door behind me and made my way to the kitchen. I lived in a small apartment not too far from the college I went to. Modeling helped pay some of my textbook fees, but it wasn't enough. I wanted to be a full time model, and taking little steps like being on some pages for clothing lines helped me out.

I sighed to myself, digging through my pockets to remove anything that might end up in the washer. I pulled out a small slip of paper.

Can't wait to work with you again. Call me. ;) - H

I chuckled to myself. I wasn't really going to call him, was I? Harry was probably one of those guys who would ditch a girl on a first date. Or maybe he'd make some sort of excuse for not showing up to the movies. I guess I'd dial him up.

I gently tapped my phone, waiting for an answer.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Harry. This is Skye.. I just wanted to talk to you."

"About what?"

"I guess I just wanted to know more about you. I don't want our next photoshoot to be awkward... You know?"

"Ah.. Okay.. So what are you wearing right now?"

I must've heard that incorrectly. "What?"

"What are you wearing? I want to know more about you."

"Oh you know, just.. Jeans. And a shirt." That was a lie. I was sitting on the toilet with only my bra and underwear.

"You sure? Because I think you're in your bra and underwear." I heard a small chuckle.

"How do you know that? Is there someone with you?"

"Relax. I just guessed, I didn't think I'd get that right. Anyway, what are you doing?"

"I'm about to take a shower."

"Can I come join you? Maybe it'll be fun. Just like that hickey I gave you."

I paused for a moment, forgetting about the hickey. My parents were going to visit me and now I have this stupid hickey on my neck. How was I supposed to explain it? "Oh, I was sexually harassed by a handsome man named Harry Styles, but I also liked it."

"Wait! Wait, Harry.. My parents are visiting today, and I was wondering if you could pretend to be my.. Boyfriend."

"Your boyfriend? That's a bit quick, don't you think?"

"Shut up."

"Don't worry, just send me your address, and I'll take care of it. Bye, love."

This was going to end badly. My parents, were going to meet Harry Styles, a famous model. They'd probably ask all sorts of questions. How did you two meet? What else do you do besides modeling? How old are you?

I quickly showered and dressed myself, slipping on a loose shirt and jeans.

It's not like we're going out.. Right?