"So, basically what you're asking me is if I can be your 'beard' so your actual and current girlfriend won't get hate?"
"Yeah, that's exactly it!"
My best friend - Harry Styles - has recently found a new girl, who I personally find quite annoying and rude, and just recently they started to date, but they haven't made it public. He asked me to be his sort of I guess what you call a theatrical cover-up for him and her. He wants me to be his fake girlfriend for the media so she doesn't recieve hate or whatever. What choice do I have? I can't just say no to those beautiful green eyes and see him get hurt.
"Uhhhh, yeah. I guess I could. If it makes you happy." I tried giving him the best smile I could.
I've had a huge crush on the kid ever since we started hanging out, but he would never want to be with a girl like me. He dates the supermodel types who have the stick figure goin' on, no butt no curves whatsoever.
"Oh my God Hannah! Your amazing!" He sprung up from his spot on the couch and gave me one of his famous bear-hugs.
"Your welcome Harry, but I can't really breath!"
"Oh sorry! You do have that little fragile body of yours." He pulled away and chuckled at his little joke about my shortness.
"Sorry I'm not a flipping giant like someone."
"It's ok, because if you weren't short i couldn't do this!" He rested his arm on my shoulder, like it was arm rest.
I shrugged his arm off.
"Well, I really must get going curly. I guess I'll see you later?" I walked backwards towards his front door.
"Yeah! Tomorrow I've got an interview and I need you there for our coming out for our 'relationship'."
"Ahhhh, okay. See you then!"
"Bye! Love you!"
"Love you too Harreh!"
~ The Next Morning~
I woke up to my dreaded alarm, telling me to wake up so you don't let your best friend down. I stood up from my bed and stretched my legs and groaned.
"Maybe if I take a shower I'll feel a bit better." I have a tendency to talk to myself alot.
I jumped into the warm water and just stood, letting it wash over my skin and wash away all of my worries and thoughts.
"Hannah?" Harry opened the door to my bathroom.
I yelped and sighed.
"Damn it Harry! Do you not know how to knock?" I cut off the shower and grabbed for my towel which was handed to me by Harry.
"Sorry, I came over early to help you pick something out and go over some stuff."
I stepped out of the shower with my towel wrapped around me and looked up at him.
"I think I can dress myself Harry."
"I know, but as my best friend and my 'new girlfriend' I want you to look absolutely breathtaking."
"But I don't want everybody to think I'm a snob for dressing out."
"It's just us, your five bestfriends, we know the truth and thats all that should matter."
I groaned knowing he was right.
"I'm not wearing any make-up though. I feel like I might break-out if I put a single ounce of anything on my face. Well other than my glasses, but you get the point."
