Fake Girlfriend

Chapter 3

Harry's POV

When she said that, it felt like a bullet to my heart. I know I was being hard on her with the whole 'if you stay out of my way , I'll stay out of yours' thing but, what she said hurt me.

Eh, we shall see how it goes tonight.

Esmè's POV

Ugh, I hate him.

I HATE HIM

I HATE HIM

I HATE HIM!!!!

I'm now getting ready for our 'date'.

Ew. It feels weird to say that.

"Date." I tried it out.

Eww! Yeah , it feels weird.

I got into some dark skinny jeans, a tight floral crop top and my black pumps. I hate dressing in high heels.

I heard a knock at my door. I groaned and grabbed my phone. I walked to the door and opened it.

Harry stood there. Arms crossed over his chest, him leaning against the door frame smirking.

"Esmè." He said , smiling.

I could tell it was fake.

"Shall we go?" He held his arm out.

What's his problem? It's probably just the contract thing.

I linked my arm with his and shut my door behind me.

We walked onto the elevator and I saw lily in there.

"Hey Lily." I smiled.

"Hey Esmè." She smirked.

She glanced at Harry.

"And hello there hot stuff." She smirked.

I heard him chuckle.

'Little slut.' I thought about Lily.

I love Lily and all but she is a slut.

"Hi, I'm Esmè's boyfriend Harry. And you are?" He asked.

I looked to harry with a shocked expression.

"I'm Lily." She introduced herself.

She seemed pretty annoyed.

Awww. That's cute. She wanted to do it with him. Note the sarcasm.

"Esmè." She looked to me.

"You never told me you had a boyfriend." She continued.

I huffed and looked to her.

"It never came up and I never wanted to tell you anyway." I said harshly.

I know I'm being a bitch but, she needs to chill.

The elevator opened and we saw many paparazzi.

" dammit." Harry said under his breath.

He unlinked my arm from his and he reached down to grab my hand.

I swiftly moved it away and gave him a confused look.

"Paps can kill in two ways.

1:with questions

2: by crowding around you and I know you're claustrophobic

So hold my hand and don't let go what ever you do." He said.

He grabbed my hand and held it tightly.

We walked out and paparazzi started bombarding us with questions.