Hired for Harry Styles (EDITING)

Chapter 18

Grace's POV

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I woke up on the floor, where Harry and I had both slept last night. We had covered the floor with pillows, cushions, blankets, duvets, anything comfy we could find. We both felt like kids but hey, what you gonna do?

Harry was still asleep and dreaming so I quietly got up and walked into his bathroom to see what I looked like. I hadn't put much make up on yesterday so it wasn't all smudged around my face but my hair was wild. I tried to tame it by brushing it through with my fingers but in the end I gave up, sliding my hoodie over my head and pulling the hood up.

I huffed and walked back to Harry's living room, sloughing down on Harry's now cushion-less sofa. I pulled out my phone, seeing 16 missed calls from my mum and about 10 messages from her too. Shiiiit. I forgot to text her.

Most of the messages were things like 'Grace where are you?' But by the end she gave up and guessed I just went to Harry's.

To - mummy - 9:08 - Sorry I forgot to text you mum. Yes I am at Harry's. I had a bit of a rough day at school and I needed him to cheer me up. I'll be back home in a bit. Don't worry I don't have to be in school til sixth period which is way after lunch. See you soon x

I sent her that, hoping she wouldn't get too angry at me.

"Grace?" I heard Harry mumble. He patted the area next to him, where I was sleeping. Ge shot up when his hand couldn't find me. "Grace?" He said again, half asleep.

"I'm here." I chuckled at him as he whipped his head round to look at me.

"Oh." He murmured, stretching out his arms and laying back down. "How long have you been awake?"

"Only about five minutes, not too long don't worry." I said, smiling.

"I wasn't worrying." He joked, letting out a long breath and smiling.

"Ha." I said sarcastically, throwing a pillow at him before walking over to his kitchen.

"Make me some breakfast please girlfriend." he ordered sassily, laughing to himself.

"No." I responded, picking up a packet of bacon that was lying on the side. It smelt a bit and had probably gone off as it wasn't put in the fridge overnight. I rolled my eyes at Harry. How does he live on his own?

"But you're my girlfriend so you're supposed to do things like that. Plus I can't be bothered to get up." Harry babbled on and I just shook my head at him rambling.

"I'm not your girlfriend, I'm your fake girlfriend." I replied turning to him. He was still lying down, his hair all fluffy and long so you could hardly see his eyes. He had his arms up in the air and was waving his hands about while he talked. It was a funny sight.

"Good point. Grace, will you be my proper girlfriend?" He asked me with a laugh.

"Piss off." I told him, chucking the gone off bacon in the bin.

"Hey! That's my bacon! Don't waste the bacon!" He shouted childishly, still watching me.

"Harry it was mouldy, I had to chuck it away before it stank the flat out. But if it means so much to you, I'll buy you some more bacon." I chuckled, walking back to the sofa and sitting down.

"Well thank you then." He smiled. "Are you nervous about your exam today?" He changed the subject after a slight silence.

"No, not really." I replied sarcastically.

"Good." He joked again.

I thought back to what Samantha said about getting Harry to fall in love with me. It was stupid but I had too start soon enough as it was my job. The only thing I was worried about was falling for Harry during the process and then Harry not feeling the same way. Even if we both did fall for each other, we couldn't stay together because it was all over in eight months. Eight months seemed ages now but I bet the time will fly by.