The Hired Girlfriend (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter Four

• Chapter Four •

The delicious taste of blueberry pie tingled my senses and finally at one stage of my Friday night I was actually enjoying myself. I contemplated which time was better to come back inside, so I took my bites small and slow to waste more time. Clearly a decision was made for me when the sliding door I exited was opened. I assumed it was Gemma, or even Anne telling me to pop on a jacket because it was cold outside.

I was more than surprised to see rugged curls in my view. Now wearing black skinny jeans and a thick woolen jumper, he stood before me with his hands in his pockets and his head hanging low. I noticed the jacket I brought with me and left hanging on the chair I was designated, shrugged on his arm which he offered to me.

"I'm sorry for the way I acted inside," his voice was monotone and his insincere apology sounded rehearsed. I took a wild guess that Anne requested that he apologised to me, telling him exactly what to say so he didn't screw up further.

I placed my now empty plate on the glass outdoor table and sunk further into my seat. "Okay," was my response. He nodded and pushed off his feet and began walking towards the sliding door, leaving me alone in silence.

When I no longer heard the sound of boots clanking against the wood patio I only assumed he took long strides to the door and was now inside. But when I swung my gaze over to the door, I was shocked to see his frame facing away from me, stood still in his place. I observed as his hands hanging effortlessly at his sides began to clench and unclench before he pivoted and began walking towards the table I was sitting at.

Taking the seat opposite me, he composed himself before exhaling a long breath. "Listen, I probably shouldn't have said those things back there. I didn't mean to offend you, I was just erm surprised with who my mother chose. I mean, I expected someone with experience, maybe a bouncer but not sweet innocent Noel Springs from the block."

I bit back my scoff before I replied, "Please Harry don't flatter yourself. Don't think that I took this job so I could have nine months to get up close and personal with Harry Styles. I'm not a fan, don't mistake that. I'm simply doing a job which will last for nine long months. I'm not in it for the freebies, nor am I in it for the fame." I paused, not wanting to say anything further. I wasn't planning to share my biggest dream with an arrogant jerk.

He stayed silent for a moment and I admired that he was choosing his words carefully. "So why did you take it? The job, why did you take it?" He inquired, folding his arms over his chest causing his bicep to bulge from within his jumper.

I expelled a breath and allowed my mind to travel over and process what was happening. I didn't want to sound materialist and admit I was in it for the money because that could be taken the wrong way. "Anne asked me to and plus, my family is going through a rough patch and I needed some money to help us out." I wasn't lying, my family has always been going through a tough time money wise ever since my fathers passing but we make do the best we can.

I watched as he exhaled and the carbon dioxide was a visible white in the cool air. "If you need more, we can raise the payment. It's not like we are using it on anything important." My eyes widened in surprise at what Harry said but I was just sure this was apart of an act so I didn't make him look bad tomorrow.

"Please don't pity me Harry. I've had enough of that for one life time." I was grateful when he didn't press on about what I mean from that sentence. Taking the plate in my hand, I stood up and stared down at the boy who gave me a dosage of how bi polar someone could be in a night. First he was rude and ignorant, next minute he's offering more money. It didn't make sense. He didn't make sense.