I look in my mirror that reflects my whole body. Im in a blue dress that's above my knees and with short sleeves, with a pair of nude heels.
Simon is having some stupid fancy party so he invites us over with the rest of the band, and Little Mix will be there.
"Kendall! We're gonna be late! Hurry up!" I hear Harry yell from outside my door.
"Give me a minute!" I yell back.
"What are you even doing In there?" Harry comes closer to the door.
"I'm doing my makeup!" Gosh.
"Can't you do that in the car?!" He questions.
Fine.
"Ok, I'll do it in the car. Gosh." I close my make up bag, carry it around my wrist, and pick up my black clutch.
"Your such a faggot." I roll my eyes at Harry who is standing outside my door, in a freakin white button up shirt and black dress pants.
"What did you call me?" He raises his eyebrows.
"A faggot. Now come on! Aren't we gonna be 'late'?" I put air quotes on 'late'"
"Look whose talking!" Harry walks down the stairs and locks the door behind him.
Harry opens the door for me as I get in to his Range Rover.
Harry starts the car and drives down the road smoothly. I open up the mirror that is in front of me and my face appears. I open my make up bag and pull out my eyeshadow.
"If you mess me up Styles, your gonna have to clean my make up tonight." I threaten Harry as I start on my grayish-black eyeshadow.
Harry starts to hit the break multiple times just to mess my up on purpose.
"Stop it." I hit his shoulder.
I start on my eyeshadow again then put my liquid black eyeliner on.
"Hey Kendall." Harry says and smacks my hand.
My liquid eyeliner smears and makes a line on the side of my face. I gasp once I feel the coldness of the liquid.
"Really Harry?!" I yell and look for a make up remover wipe.
Harry starts laughing.
"Your such an asshole." I slap his arm a couple of times.
"A sexy one." Harry cracks.
He thinks it's time to joke around.
"Seriously, stop." I start on my top eyelid again.
I finish both eyes really fast and they came out pretty good. I then take out my eyeliner pencil and start to do the bottom left eyelid.
"I'm gonna mess you up." He sings.
"Harry, if you do, I honestly will punch the fuck out of you."
"My hand is coming." He sings again, and swings his arm towards me.
I gasp slightly.
"Stop it." I whine.
Harry chuckles deeply.
When I'm about to go to my other eye, Harry's hand comes and connects to my forearm, causing me to drop my pencil and making a mark on my nose.
I hit Harry straight in the balls and he puts his hand on it once my hand is gone and he starts groaning and closes his eyes. His one hand is on the steering wheel and he quickly swerves to the side of the road, and away from the freeway.
Luckily there weren't so many cars behind us. Just 3.
Harry puts the car into the parking position and rests his forehead on the steering wheel.
"I told you I would punch the shit out of you if you messed me up."
"You actually punched the shit out of me!" He looks at me with wide eyes and raised eyebrows.
And look where it got you too.
"I warned you." I pick up the pencil and start to do my eyeliner fast.
"Your such a bitch." Harry mumbles/whispers.
"Is that the best you got, Styles?" I challenged him.
"You're on." He says.
"Whatever." I finish my makeup just in time while Harry figures out a way to calm his balls down.
Literally.
It's takes us 15 minutes to get to where the party is. Harry opens the car door for me and I can see the paparazzi behind the bushes feet away.
He puts the his hand at the small of my back and leads me to the door.
"For a girl, you've got pretty strong hands." He breaks the silence.
"Is that a good thing or a bad thing?" I ask while smirking.
"Good thing. And bad I guess." He shrugs.
The place is filled with lots of boring old people...WTF?
I'm already bored.
"Can we go home? Im already bored." I stop myself.
Harry looks at me with a smile.
"And what are we going to tell Simon when we didn't come?"
"We'll just tell him that we didn't see him."
Harry laughs, his head is back with his eyes closed.
"You're too hilarious. C'mon." Harry grabs my hand and we walk through the gold doors.
This place is like the freakin Titanic, but on land.
The stupid violin is playing in the background, and I'm about to loose my mind.
Simon walks up to us and greets us.
"Hello Harry, hello Kendall. So happy to see you guys." He smiles.
Harry an Simon just start talking and whatever and I'm just dozing off.
I heard that Simon is going to become a father in a couple of months.
Should I congratulate him?
HELL NO.
My eyes get covered by a pair of hands. Cold ones.
I start to giggle.
"Guess who?" I know that Doncaster accent....
"Justin Bieber?" I playfully guess.
"No silly! Keep guessing!"
"Channing Tatum?"
"Oh! for crying out loud! its me!" The person takes their hands away from my eyes and turns me around.
"Hey Louis." I smile.
"Hello Kendall." He pulls me in for a bone crushing hug.
I greet everyone else, but it seems like it's only Perrie and I. The other girls weren't with Liam or Louis.
Perrie and I sit next to each other at a round table. Harry is on my left and Zayn is on Perries right.
We start talking about the boys new album, Midnight Memories and stuff.
This is gonna be a long night.
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A Girlfriend For Hire (Harry Styles Fanfiction)
FanfictionKendall Jones was an ordinary girl who was independent and had some confidence. But that was all changed. After getting Backstage passes to meet the heartthrob British-Irish boy-band, she is hired to work as Harry Styles's girlfriend. How will th...