Amelia is invited to her ex's wedding and doesn't have an option but to go so she contacts Harry, an escort she will pay to act as her boyfriend for the week and hopefully make her ex jealous. Will one of the two get too carried away with the act?
I blink a couple of times, probably looking like an idiot. I try to greet them but my tongue seems to have disappeared. Before me stands two very attractive boys.
The blonde one gives me a smile and extends his hand which I shake.
"Hi, I'm Niall. I didn't know Harry had a girlfriend" he looks at Harry with a teasing smirk and Harry laughs awkwardly. He obviously doesn't want to correct his friend and tell him we're not actually boyfriend and girlfriend. Or are we? I really don't know at this point. Harry hasn't officially asked me to be his girlfriend but is that even a thing people our age do?
"Stop embarrassing him" the one who had been quiet up until now speaks up "I'm Zayn, nice to meet you hun" he takes my hand but instead of shaking it like I expected him to, he kisses it.
My cheeks turn rose and I look down, trying to cease my smile.
Were all guys from England cute and were they all gentleman? Because if so I have been living in the wrong country my whole life.
I feel an arm placed on my waist and pull me closer. Harry squeezes my hip possessively and by the smirk on Zayn's face I can tell he did it to tick off his friend. Or so I hope.
"Are you gonna invite us in?" The Niel guy laughs as Harry stares down at Zayn like he's trying to mark his territory. Boys.
"We brought drinks" the brown eyed adds with a devious smile. Harry laughs at this and nods.
Harry's grip loosens and his smile returns. He ushers them in, Niall carrying a couple of beer six packs. We follow him to an area I haven't been to in the house before, the backyard.
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The area is not big but it is accommodating. There's a fire pit in the center surrounded by four patio chairs. One of them is connected making it sort of a love seat. Some twinkle lights are hanging from the ceiling of the house to the wood fence giving a dim light to the dark night.
I sit on the connected patio chair hoping Harry will sit next to me and thankfully he does, not wasting a second to place his hand on my thigh. I don't know if it's to prove a point but I don't complain.
Niall cuts right to the chase and hands us each a beer. I shake my head when he offers me one and Zayn laughs.
"Don't tell me you don't drink" he smirks and something about the way he looks at me makes me take the beverage and open it with a 'tsk'.
"I do" I shrug clearly lying. I have drank before but it wasn't something I normally do, after how wasted I got at Rachel's bachelorette I didn't intend to ever drink again but here I was. By the look on Zayn and Niall's face I can tell they know I don't regularly drink but decide not to comment on it.
Harry leans into my ear "You don't have to Amelia" he reassures quietly.
I shake my head and give him my best smile "I want to"
