Agitated Afternoons// h.s

Date Night

When I open the door to the apartment, my "boyfriend" is standing there in a nice jacket, shirt and a pair of slacks. I am similarly dressed in all black, my hair up behind me and braided to perfection thanks to Ava. Blake smiles at me lightly. "Well look at my beautiful girlfriend." He jokes.

"Not too bad yourself Blakey." I tease. He cringes at the awful nickname I gave him.

"Ready for our two month anniversary celebration?" He asks, holding his arm out to me. I slip my arm into his with ease and nod my head firmly.

"A chance to spend managements money and get photographed like no tomorrow? You bet." Meghan walks over and makes a face at the both of us.

"Okay you two. There's enough sarcasm in this air already, skedaddle." She says, making a shooing motion. Blake and I laugh as he pulls me away slightly. "Home by midnight Mr. Boyfriend and no funny stuff!" She shouts. I stick my tongue out at her as Blake leads me down to his car.

"You know, we've "been together" for two months and I hardly know anything about you." Blake says mildly as we get into his beat up Ford truck. I shrug.

"Well.. I've never been in a fake relationship before. I wasn't sure how these things worked and quite frankly, I knew if I got too close to you that Harry would get pissed off." Blake chuckles.

"Yeah no, I'm scared of him. Every time we go out now all I can see is him glaring at me in the back of my mind." I hit his arm.

"Harry is not that bad!" I protest as he laughs.

"He's not but I don't want to do the wrong thing and piss him off you know?" I sigh, leaning back in the seat as he starts the engine.

"You're telling me. I think he liked it better when we didn't talk. Now he knows we actually have fun when we're together and he hates it."

"Talking about me behind my back are we?" He asks with a grin.

"I mean, yeah. We didn't know you! And come on, if you could discuss our actual relationship with anyone, you'd probably start of by saying 'Oh yeah, I'm dating Harry Styles girlfriend. She's kind of weird, never says a damn word to me and is always clinging to her boyfriend for dear life.'" Blake nodded his head.

"Took the words right out of my mouth Terra." I sigh, smiling.

"So where are we going in your sad little car." I ask, brushing dust off the dashboard.

"Do not make fun of Petunia. She's temperamental. And we're heading down to some fancy ass restaurant. I think management already has the headline picked out for us. 'Best friend of Harry Styles gets taken out to a fancy restaurant in a broken down vehicle! Read more about it now!'" I bust up laughing.

"Oh yeah and then there will be some grimy photos of us exiting the restaurant, maybe even entering it! Who knows!"

"You know, that's the one thing I hate about this job. I always have to be camera ready. Like, how annoying! I really miss looking trashy in sweatpants." He brakes at a stoplight and I move my whole body towards him in my seat, grinning like a fool.

"We can look trashy together! I'm sure people will eat that shit up." Blake snickers. "Oh, I've always meant to ask you.. How much do you get paid for being my boyfriend?" Blake shrugs.

"It depends on what we're doing."

"What we're doing?" I repeat. So he gets paid differently for how many hours he spends with me? Or the different kinds of outings we have? Blake nods.

"Yeah so right now I'm getting paid five thousand dollars just to take you to dinner." My jaw drops.

"What the fuck?" I demand. "I want to be paid to go out to dinner with you!" I shout, throwing my hands in the air as he turns a corner. He laughs and I almost think he's going to crash into the stop sign but he doesn't.