Pretending

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Morgan

"It's only for 6 months-" There was a short pause. A brief silence. Then the woman opened her mouth to continue. "Just until he gets his shit together, alright?" They are sick. Management is fucking sick. They want me to be Harry's girlfriend for the time being until he gets over the death of his girlfriend.

"We'll pay you. Please Morgan. You're the perfect girl who could put up with Harry for the upcoming months." I tapped my pen against the wooden desk. "Shouldn't Harry be here?" She frowned and yet again opened her mouth to speak.

"He doesn't want to. He's currently at his house - in London." Wait. He's in London. "Does that mean I have to move to London?"

"Yes." I sighed and sat back in my chair. "Fine. I'll do it. We have to kiss in public and hold hands, right?" She nodded her head and gestured towards the papers in front of me. "Go ahead." I took a deep breath and signed the paper stating that I cannot leave Harry until the contract ends.

I took the pen and signed my name where it said to sign.

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I couldn't say I wasn't happy to be Harry's new fake girlfriend. I'd be lying. I'm very happy I'm Harry's new girlfriend. Not just because everything on my tumblr dash is him - well, yeah, the main reason is because I'm a major fan of One Direction - mostly Harry Styles. You can thank my sister for that.

I haven't met Harry yet. I'm pretty excited for it considering I'm a major fangirl - as previously stated. I lay here in my comfy bed on my Macbook listening to the character voices of Gossip Girl playing in the background while I scrolled down my Twitter timeline.

I have merely 300 followers on Twitter. One famous person follows me, which is how I got that many followers. It's not much, but it's kinda cool. I have - had - a job. Now my job is to pretend to be Harry's girlfriend for the time being.

I don't know when I'll be meeting Harry. I just hope that we will get along.

I turned off my computer and went to sleep - hopefully dreaming about good things.

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"Harry - meet Morgan Devean. You're new fake girlfriend." Harry's expression was absolutely priceless. "My what?" He gawks, looking over at me in disgust. Well then.

"Didn't Mark text you the details? Harry, do you do anything I ask you to do?" He shrugged his shoulders and continued scrolling through either Twitter, Tumblr, or Instagram.

"Hi, Harry." I shyly smiled. Outgoing is not really my thing. I'm more shy and hidden in a shell. He ignores me and continues scrolling.

"Harry." Carrie says sternly. Carrie and I flew out to London from San Francisco. I'm insides are reacting very weirdly. I smile at him while he looks at me in disgust.

He makes me feel weird inside and I don't know, I don't usually feel like this. Maybe I'm sick. I don't know.

"Leave me the fuck alone, Carrie. I can pull my shit together on my own and I don't need your help." I gaped at him while Carrie looks at him, flabbergasted.

"You're doing this whether you like it or not, Harry Styles. Now, Morgan and I will be staying at the hotel down the street. Wait. How about you stay with Harry tonight Morgan?" She looks over at me and gestures for me to say yes. Harry's eyes are in flames as he looks angrily at me.

"Uh, yeah. Okay... sure." I mumble out and Carrie claps her hands together and smiles. "Yay, okay good. Morgan, I'll have one of the bodyguards get your stuff. Good luck." She smiles and exits the room, leaving through the front door.

The tension in the air is awkward. It's making me feel uncomfortable.

"So, tell me about yourself." He spoke after 5 long minutes. He doesn't even look at me. His eyes are on the cieling and he's laying down.

"Uh, my name is Morgan. I'm 19. I'm a student at a college, um, I love kids, and I love One Direction."

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