Hired for Harry Styles (EDITING)

Chapter 2

Harry's POV

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"Oh no!" Louis screamed as I scored a goal. I grinned, almost laughing, my tongue between my teeth. I clutched the Xbox controller between my hands tightly, both of us sitting on the edge of the sofa, my knee bouncing up and down, trying to win this game.

"Oh...oh...ooh.. AND HE SCORES!" Louis cheered and started to run around his apartment, waving his hands above his head. "Just in time too," he said as the referee blew his whistle.

"Turns out I'm crap at playing football, even on the Xbox." I joke, chucking my controller on the sofa beside me. As I do this I notice that my phone is ringing. Samantha. I sigh. What a way to ruin a good mood. I answer the phone.

"Hello," I said in a fake happy voice.

"Harry, we have arranged a meeting for today. Twelve O'clock at the building please." I sighed. "And don't be late!" She snapped the last bit, making me hang up and throw my phone onto the chair opposite me. I lay my head back on the sofa, swinging my legs round so I was lying on the sofa. Fucking great. I'd done something wrong again. Can't I just live? Without being ordered around the whole time?

"Who was that?" Louis asked, opening a packet of crisps and chucking me one. He say down on my legs and I yelped. "If you sit like that, I'm gonna sit on you, you know that, Styles." He winked and I pulled my legs out from under him. "Anyway, who was it?" He asked again.

"Samantha."

"Fuck that."

"She's 'arranged a meeting for me'" I said putting on her accent.

"Are you going?"

"I have to. It might be something important."

"Since when has any of those meetings been important?"

"There's a first time for everything, Lou," I said ending the discussion.

He sighed. "What time do you have to be there?"

"Twelve."

"Well, it's quarter to now, so you better get going," Louis said, checking his non-existent watch. "Shame, I was just about to make us lunch!" He joked.

"I know, I fucking hate this management, expecting us to just drop everything for them," I groaned and pulled myself off the sofa, before shaking my head and styling my hair. "Sorry, Lou, I'll come back here after though?" I grinned. Louis and I we're on that level of friendship where his home was mine and my home was his. We were like brothers and I could turn up at his house without notice, we both had keys to each other's houses. He used to turn up at mine unannounced but after a few awkward encounters with random girls I'd taken back after a night out, he stopped. Luckily for me, he had a girlfriend who was currently studying away at uni so I didn't really need to worry.

I grabbed my car keys from the table and set off out the door, mumbling swear words under my breath. I swung open the door to my black Range Rover and jumped in. My phone buzzed and I checked it. When I saw Louis' name I unlocked my phone and read the text.

'Good luck, mate.' It read and I smiled before replying,

'Cheers bud.'

I chucked my phone onto the passenger seat and started the engine.

As I pulled up to the tall building I was already regretting coming. I sighed deeply before clambering out, rubbing my eyes with tiredness. There were a few paps around as I entered through the double doors. I decided to take the stairs and be as slow as possible just to be an inconvenience, like Samantha was so me but started to regret it as I neared the top - 8 floors up was a long way. I really hated Samantha. She bosses me and the boys around like she's the queen. I hate being told what to do.

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"You're late." Her voice snapped at me.

"Sorry. Traffic." I mumbled back, walking past her into her office. She followed me closely behind.

"Take a seat." She said, pointing to the seat next to me.

"Where to?" I challenged with a smirk.

"This is no time for fooling around, Harry!" She shot back. "Now sit. We need to talk."

I slumped down and crossed my legs and stretched my hands behind my head, resting them there. "Go on then."

"Harry. Your character is falling apart. All this going out and getting drunk nonsense is having a bad impact on what you look like in the media."

"If it's about that then I don't give a shit and I'm not changing."

"Harry!" she laid her hand on my side of the desk to keep me there. "Me and some of my coligues have been brainstorming and have come up with a perfect solution to put you in good stead again."

"And what's that?" I asked rolling my eyes and sighing.

"A girlfriend." She said and smiled.

"What? No! I'll start to date when I'm ready! You can't force me to have a girlfriend!" I stood up.

"Yes I can, Harry. You signed a contract saying so." she replied in a calm manner.

I sighed, knowing she was right. Always the fucking contract. "I am not okay with this." I was fuming.

"Well your going to have to be!" She snapped back quite harshly. "And you must not tell your band mates of this. You know what will happen if you do. If they ask about the meeting, say it was about you drinking. Meet me here again at half one where you will be meeting her." She instructed, leading me out the door.

I stormed down the corridor and stairs and out through the door. I stuck my middle finger up at the paps waiting outside and climbed into my car, slamming the door with anger. I couldn't believe this! They were paying a girl to pretend to date me! All because I've been out a few times, enjoying myself! I was furious and had to calm down. I decided to take the long way home and listen to some music. This always relaxed me and I really needed that now.

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I stormed along the corridor and up the stairs to Louis' apartment. I had calmed down already but just thinking about it set me fuming again. I took a deep breath before unlocking the door. I opened the door and swung my head down, lifting it up again with a fake plastered on my face.

"Harry! How'd it go? What did she say?"

"Oh it was, um, just something about my drinking. She made a big deal out of nothing to be honest." I replied, rubbing the back of my neck. Luckily Louis wasn't paying much attention to me and didn't spot my lie.

"Oh. Fancy another game?!" His mood had changed instantly and he chucked a controller at me.

"Yeah sure. Have to be a quick one though, I have to go back at half one."

"And whys that Harold?"

"Um, I don't know."

I did.

"Oh..well hurry up then!" He said and the match started. I got worked up in the game and forgot everything Samantha had said. I was reminded, however, when Louis said, "mate, it's ten past one, you gonna get going?"

I sighed and stood up.

"Yeah I suppose, thanks."

I opened the door and walked out. This was going to be okay, I told myself. I need to stay calm, especially when I meet the girl. What kind of girl would be happy to get paid to be my girlfriend? Some bitch. Or I suppose anyone really. No, this girl was going to be nice and I would get along with her.

These thoughts stayed with me the whole car ride and before I knew it, I was at the building, knocking on Samantha's conference room door. It was glass so I could see the girl sat in there already. She looked alright. Long brown plaited hair, small build. I guess this was it.