Hired for Harry Styles (EDITING)

Chapter 15

Harry's POV

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I fucking hate Samantha. For Christ's sake she made me miss collecting an award. And I had to calm myself from the anger caused by HER AGAIN. I wanted to cry when I was on stage, if I'm honest. I know 'boys don't cry' but I really felt like it. I knew I would get teased about it for ages. Worst of all it gives the band and the rest of the boys a bad image. And it's all my fault. That's what everyone thinks anyway.

I can't believe what Samantha said to Grace and I. We needed to try harder? Does she not know how hard it is to pretend to be in love with someone your not? No. She probably hasn't ever been in love before. Wouldn't surprise me, all she likes to do is ruin people's lives. I wonder if she's married? Or if she has any kids? Fuck, now I have the image of Samantha having sex stuck in my head.

Throughout the night I'm teased about my mishap several times. I have to laugh along though, be the good guy when really I could have punched them all in the face. It seems to be the only fucking thing people are talking about and I daren't go on Twitter or Instagram as I know it will be full of everyone teasing me and telling me that I was being disrespectful. It's so tempting now to just tweet about this whole fake girlfriend shit and see what everyone has to say then. But I couldn't because I would probably be kicked out the band by management.

The end finally came and I couldn't wait to get out of this hell hole arena, get home and go to the gym to burn off all my anger.

The band had been successful, we won't two awards overall which really was amazing. Every time I hear our name called or our song on the radio, it really does give me goosebumps because its so surreal.

We were all lead onto the red carpet again for interviews and pictures with our awards. Why they had to do this, I don't know. I was itching to get home. Grace and the rest of the girls (and Greg) were told to stay back while we had our time on the carpet. I was glad because every time me and Grace made eye contact all I can see is guilt in her eyes, and it makes me feel bad for her because it was NOT he fault at all. It was Samantha's and she should get sacked for it.

"So Harry, will you have a phobia of going to the toilet now that has happened?" The interviewer asked. I hadn't been listening to fuck all in this interview and he was lucky I snapped out of my trance when the interviewer said my name. I laughed along with everyone before replying with,

"I have bad timing, sorry everyone." I tried to give him the hint that I didn't want to talk about it but he didn't get it.

"Harry what do you think the fans will think of it?" He hammered on and I had the urgency to roll my eyes, but I didn't.

"Uh, I don't know. I'm sorry about it but I got there in the end!" I said trying to hint even more that I wanted this interview to be over.

"And what about the fact that you 'went to the toilet' with your girlfriend, Grace Wood?" He asked using quotes. Well he can shut the fuck up and stop asking me questions.

"We went together." I blurted out. "Oh god, I don't mean like that. I mean she needed the toilet and so did I so we walked to the toilets together." I lied. I was a crap liar and I hope it didn't look like it.

"Okay Harry, we'll let you off this time." He winked at me and chuckled. Wanker. But I laughed along with everyone else in the place.

After the interview we walked on and finally finished. I think my eyes are dead after staring at all those flashes for so long. I grabbed Grace's hand when I got back to her and headed straight to the limo, not bothering to wait until everyone was ready.

"I'm sorry." Grace said once we were in the limo. She gently rested her arm round my back and then hesitantly rubbed it. She rested her head on my shoulder and it calmed me down slightly.