Hired for Harry Styles (EDITING)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Harry's POV

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I took a deep breath and stepped in.

She sat there innocently, dressed in all black - a jumper and leggings. Her plaited hair fell over one shoulder and I could see she had that ombré shit done that literally EVERY girl I saw had. She looked up when I walked in, her mouth dropping open slightly, probably in shock that I'd just walked through the door. The first thing I noticed was her eyes, studying me quickly. They were bright blue which brightened her tanned skin and dark hair. She was very natural, wearing little, if any make up which took me by surprise. Maybe I had been to quick to judge but I assumed the management would have gotten some Z list girl that was constantly plastered in make up. This girl seemed..normal? She didn't scream or jump around, instead sat there and smiled at me as I sat down.

"This is Grace," Samantha introduced me. "Dancer, actress, whatever." She faffed. I gave Grace a weak smile and she returned it, still staying quiet as I slumped down on the chair next to her. She smelt nice.

"And this is Harry," Samantha finished off and Grace nodded.

"Hi," she shyly spoke. Cute.

"Hi," I looked at her and she turned away to look at Samantha.

"Sooooo! I'll just explain what will be happening over the past eight months." Samantha said.

Eight months?!

I watched her reaction, she sat back in her chair, looking worried, probably because this was all sinking in and becoming real. She was now trapped as well as me. Her blue eyes darted round the room and she played with her long, brown hair, twisting it round her fingers.

"I have both of you phone numbers and will be texting you to let you know what your plans will be everyday,"

"What do you mean by that?" I queried, wanting to know what I was getting myself into.

"Well you will have to be seen out in public together, what else would it mean?"

"I was just wondering." I said. I heard Grace giggle slightly and looked up at her. She was biting on her thumb to stop herself from laughing, which was making her dimples show. I made her laugh. That's good. It calmed me down slightly. But she's still the bitch who agreed to her payed to date me.

"Okay," Samantha cleared her throat quickly, "so, you'll start tomorrow, we have arranged a trip to Thorpe Park for you both."

My heart stopped. "Really!"

"HARRY!"

"You know I hate roller coasters, it's not funny," I said, crossing my arms against my chest.

"You hate roller coasters? They've really done you dirty." Grace joked, shocking me with her confidence. I can't believe how calm she was still, her professionalism impressed me and I began to realise that she must be part of an acting academy and was probably specially selected.

I felt myself blush slightly. I looked away from her, tugging on my curls. "I hate them, they're scary," I mumbled into my arm.  I heard her laugh quietly and added, and you have to cue for aaaagggeeesss for a ride that lasts like 20 seconds."

"You two won't," Samantha butted in. "We have ordered you two fast track tickets for all the rides."

While Grace looked quite happy and excited, I scoffed and rolled my eyes.

"Fucking great." I mumbled and Samantha shot me a look.

"I'm going to leave you two to get to know each other for a bit." She said on purpose and walked out. Thanks Samantha.