Sugar Daddy (Harry Styles)

Sixteen

I wrap a towel around my body as I step out of the hot shower. While in the midst of applying my face cream, there's a knock at my door.

"Why are you here so early?" Harry walks in and I hold the towel closer to my body.

"Better early then late," Harry shrugs with a small smile. He then walks to the couch and takes a seat, flipping through one of my magazines. He acts so entitled, even in my own home.

I roll my eyes and begin to walk down my hallway. "Just so you know!" I yell. "It's going to take me a while to get ready!"

"That's fine," Harry shouts. "Take your time."

I take a chance with what I wear, knowing fully well the cameras will be on Harry and I. Normally my fashion choices are nothing extraordinary. They're actually quite opposite. But tonight I decide on these tight leather pants with a longer striped tshirt with a sleeveless cardigan to go over top. I keep my makeup to a minimum and begin to blow dry my hair. I leave my hair is loose waves and smile at my reflection.

"Okay I'm ready," I say while throwing my phone in my purse.

Harry stands up from the couch and pushes his hands in the pockets of his light brown suede jacket. "You excited?"

"No," I stifle a small laugh. "I don't like all this pressure that I'm now forced to deal with. Before it was easier, all I had to do was walk outside with you beside me and it was good enough. Now Angela wants so much more."

"I know," Harry's lean figure towers over me. "But we could have some fun with it."

"Fun?" I raise my eyebrows. He can't be serious.

His green eyes rake my body up and down before speaking, "Yes, if we actually enjoy each others company then it'll be so much easier to fake date."

"I don't enjoy your company," I shake my head. I know what I said was blunt but I don't care. I know Harry isn't fond with me either. All we do is fight. We don't even have sex anymore. It's been almost a month since we've even kissed. In all honestly, I can't complain much that we aren't hooking up on the side lines. Just because I know Harry is disgusting and is probably sleeping with a handful of girls behind closed doors. Along with my huge pay cheques, I don't want to accumulate an STD at the same time.

"Oh come on," Harry jokes, nudging me in the side. "It's not like you hate me."

"I don't hate you, I just don't like you. A deal is a deal and I will persevere through the next four and a half months."

"I'm glad we're on the same page," Harry clears his throat before opening my door. "Let's go then." He suggests and I follow him out of my apartment.

Together we walk out of the building. To my surprise there are no paps as I get into Harry's car. Tonight he's driving me around instead of Miles doing it like usual.

There's something unusually attractive about Harry driving. I can't quite put my finger on it. He looks so focused with two fingers rested on his bottom lip and his other hand gripping the wheel.

"Where are we going?" I break the silence.

"Angela wanted us to walk around for a bit, maybe grab some ice cream. Like I said, super casual."

Harry pulls into a parkade and quickly finds a spot to park.

"Showtime," he chuckles whilst sliding out of his seat and opening the door for me.

"Thanks," I awkwardly mutter. "Let's get this over with I guess."

"Are you ready to be super lovey?" Harry chuckles and grabs my hand to hold it. I shouldn't even be surprised as he does this but I still am. It's been years since I was in a relationship so even these small embraces are strange to me.