Sugar Daddy (Harry Styles)

Fifteen

While leaning on my kitchen counter, I skim over my mail. Another pay cheque from Harry.

I haven't seen or heard from him in four days. The last I saw of him was when I showed him to the bathroom and helped him clean his knuckle wounds. The next morning when I awoke, he was gone.

That night has flashed in my head over and over again. Not only because that night I genuinely had fun with him, but because I saw him vulnerable. That's something I never would've imagined.

I'm also incredibly curious as to why Harry was intimidated by Zayn. What could Zayn be possibly hanging over Harry's head?

I didn't realize my mind completely wandered until my phone began ringing. My hands scatter as I attempt to pick it up.

"Hello?"

"You don't check your messages," a raspy voice replies.

"Harry?" I roll my eyes, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"Yeah, what the fuck Serena? Angela's getting pissed."

"Sorry, I'm not on my phone 24/7."

"Yeah she put it in the group chat. We have a date tonight, something super casual you know."

A small groan escapes my mouth, "Alright, text me after then." I nod my head with annoyance.

"Oh," Harry pauses. "Also, meeting at her office at 3."

"A meeting too? Are you kidding me?"

"Relax Serena, it'll be short."

"Fine," I throw my mail back on the counter. "I'll see you then."

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My nerves flow up and down my body as I walk up to Angela's office. I'm not exactly sure why. I think it's because I'm unsure as to what she's going to say or what she thinks about the phoney relationship. Her goal was to make Harry's image better than ever before. And if I let the press down then my money will be cut off, and I'll be left with no way to pay off my moms debt.

I walk into Angela's office to see her sitting there with her chin resting on her manicured hands. Harry isn't here yet and it's 3:05. I sit down in the same spot as last time and cross my legs. In between Angela and I, there's nothing but awkward silence.

Angela begins tapping her fake nails on the desk as another 10 minutes go by without Harry here. Just then I hear the door burst open and he walks in, frantically taking a seat.

"Well," Angela opens up a folder then smiles. "Can we get started?"

I nod my head, trying hard not to roll my eyes.

"So," Angela smiles again. "We have some good news. The public has fell for your act hard. The tabloids go crazy every time you guys step outside together. Honestly," she clears her throat. "I've even fell for it."

I swallow the bile in the back of my throat. My palms begin to sweat and I look down at my lap unintentionally. I'm incredibly nervous and I can't comprehend why.

"I'm a great actor," out of the corner of my eye, I watch Harry smirk.

"It appears you both are," Angela chuckles then flips the page. "I know we can make the public go even crazier. I want to see more dates, more public appearances, more hold handing, PDA, cuddling, kissing, and canoodling. More cutesy photos where it looks like you two can have fun anywhere. You two need to look the most in love as you possibly can."

My mouth automatically gapes open, I try to speak up but nothing comes out of my mouth. I look over to see Harry's face falling in shock. We both know this is going to be downright impossible.