Switching Roles ll Harry Styles

chapter one

I sigh as the paparazzi follow me around the shopping center. "Come on Lauren, one more picture." Someone yells. So I turn, pose and let them snap some pictures. A few leave me alone, but others follow me around. A young girl runs up to me and wraps her skinny arms around me. My body guard starts to approach, but I hold up a hand. I squat, making sure my dress doesn't ride up. I take a minute to steady myself on my six inch heels before smiling at the little girl.

"What's your name, sweetheart?" I ask.

"Annie," she answers, smiling happily.

"Well, Annie, I love your outfit," I say straightening out her shirt. She giggles, and holds out a small purse. "Would you like me to sign that for you?"

"Please!" She says happily. I take a sharpie from my own purse and sign her bag, smiling when she squeals and hugs me again. I hug her back before standing again. Her mother comes over, picks her up, and thanks me before heading off somewhere.

"Ren, the cameras are getting too heavy, we have to go," my body gaurd, Frank, says.

I groan but nod, following him to the black Tahoe. I should be grateful that I got to stay for this long. I climb into the backseat and flash a smile to the cameras before Frank closes the door. I relax into the seat and put on my sunglasses. "I hate them," I say when Frank situates himself in the driver's seat. "Why can't they just leave me alone?"

"It comes with the territory," he says, repeating what he always tells me when I complain.

"I know, I know," I say, "but I mean, I'm seventeen. I want to hang out with my friends. I haven't seen Katie in three weeks. Everytime we try to hang out, we end up getting mobbed, and one of us gets hurt."

"I'm sorry, darling," Frank says, turning up the radio.

I groan when Best Song Ever by One Direction begins to play through the car. "Please turn this garbage off," I plead, rubbing my temples.

I sigh as Frank laughs slightly before turning off the song. "You're still not over that?" He asks, sending me a glance through the mirror hanging from the top of the car.

"It's not funny," I defend, crossing my arms over my chest. Frank's shoulders shake with laughter.

Last year, right after my acting career got started, Harry Styles and I had a thing. We dated for six months, and I fell so hard for him. I was head over heels in love with him. Then, he mentioned that he didn't have any feelings for me. He told me that Modest Managment had forced him to go out with me. I was so heartbroken, I turned down three jobs. But now, here I am, the star of ten movies and six TV shows, and the youngest person to win an Oscar.

I have moved on, but I will always remember what he did to me. He got me noticed, but he also broke my heart. I can't even listen to their music without feeling queasy. None of the public knows. They all think the fame got to be too much for us to handle, but the important people know what actually happened, and I promise I'll never forget.

I check my phone and see that I only have ten minutes to get to the studio. I lean my head back and sigh. I never really have time to just relax, and now I have to go film an episode.

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I open my eyes five minutes later in the parking lot of Norton studios. I stretch a little, grab my phone, and head to the stage where we are filming today. I watch as I pass the different buildings. Each building has thirty stories. Each level of the building has a different part of the set. For instance, ground floor can be your house, then the school, then wherever else you need. Sometimes different shows will share buildings.

I head to the building that films Upside Down, one of the TV shows I'm starring in. I walk to the elevator and go to the top floor, the room used for offices. The ride takes a minute, and I check my reflection in the reflective walls of the elevator. It stops on the floor below the offices, which belongs to the head of the studio. I move a little closer to the wall, even though I'm the only one in the spacious elevator.

"Ren?" A deep voice says. I look up and am met with sparkling green eyes and a smirk that would put any male model to shame.

"It's Lauren," I say curtly, "how are you Harry?"

"You always let me call you Ren," Harry says, ignoring my question.

"That was before I found out what a back-stabbing prick you are," I say with a sarcastic smile, "you remember that? That was right before you shattered my heart and stomped on the pieces."

He nods and sticks his hands as far into his pockets as his skinny jeans will allow. I cross my arms impatiently, and when the doors open, I leave him standing there as I strut to the office of my main manager who I have a meeting with today. The door is closed when I approach it, so I knock softly. I have learned not to barge into his office over the years. "Come in!" A gruff voice calls from behind the door.

I enter the office with a fake smile on my lips. The head of Norton studios name is Jacob Monroe, and he creeps me out. I won't deny it; when I first got here, I thought he was a pedophile. I know he isn't a pedophile, but still, I don't like having meetings with him. The head of Snap! my management is sitting in one of the black plushy chairs across from Jacob, and he smiles at me when I enter. I don't smile back. Clyde Westover, head of my management company, and the second biggest douche bag I know. He was one of the main orchestrators of the whole Harry thing, and I have hated him ever since.

"What's going on?" I ask, taking the chair beside Clyde and locking gazes with Jacob. "Am I in trouble or something?"

"No," Jacob says, "we are just waiting on someone else."

I raise my eyebrows and shrug. The door opens behind me, and I see Clyde stiffen. I'm about to turn when Jacob says, "Ah, Harry, welcome."

My body turns to stone. I don't move, and I don't have to because Harry comes and stands right next to my chair. I have a million curse words at the ready, just waiting to see what is going to happen in this meeting. "Hello, Jacob, how have you been?" Harry asks, putting on the charm he's known for.

"Fine, just fine," Jacob says, wiping a bead of sweat off of his forehead. "Listen, Ren-"

"Lauren," I say curtly, trying to keep my voice lowered.

"Yes, of course," Jacob says. "Lately, we have noticed that Harry has been not so popular with the press."

"Yeah, because he is a lying womanizer," I say, still not looking at him. "He deserves everything he gets."

"Lauren," Clyde says in a warning tone, "I think you should cut Harry some slack. He needs your help, and this will be good for the both of you."

"What will be good for the both of us?" I ask, turning to glare at Clyde.

"Lauren, meet your new boyfriend," Jacob says, motioning toward Harry.

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