Dysfunctional

Chapter 3.

Ada's POV

"Miss Ada, it's time to wake up." Dorota slightly shakes me, signifying it was in fact, time for me to wake up.

"What time is it?" I groan feeling a massive headache coming my way.

"5 pm."

"5 pm?!" I exclaim, shocked that I was even allowed to sleep in that late. Most mornings I'd be awake by 8, 10 o'clock was when my parents were truly being generous.

"Yes your mother and father have been out all day. They're coming back very soon and I didn't want you to get in trouble." Dorota kindly explains and I can't help but wish she could be my mother instead.

"Well I think I'm going to get dressed, and probably go out with friends."

"Oh no, Miss Ada do you not remember? You have your date with Mr. Harry tonight." Her strong accent reminds me.

"Shit," I mumble to myself remembering I had to attend that. "What time is that again?"

"7 o'clock so you should start getting ready soon."

"Right, okay. Um, well I'm going to go take a shower then, and I guess get ready." I inform Dorota as she heads out the door.

I head toward the bathroom that's connected to the room and start the water so by the time I get in the water will be hot. As I strip down and start washing my hair I think about how this date will go. Eventually I get out and head downstairs bumping into my mother.

"Oh, good thing you showered. Annika just arrived to do your hair and makeup for tonight. And then the stylist is going to be dropping off an outfit for tonight, real soon. So head on back to your room and they can set up." My mother informs, and I head back to my room not saying another word.

I examine myself in the mirror and can say I'm quite satisfied with the finished product. My hair is straightened and my makeup is minimal but definitely makes my eyes pop. And as goes for my outfit, a simple semi-tight black dress which hangs slightly above my knees paired with black pumps and a pandora bracelet. I head downstairs as I've been told I had to leave now so I wouldn't be late.

"Miss Ada, you look very beautiful." Dorota beams as I make my way downstairs and I can't help but smile back.

"Oh honey you do look gorgeous, your hips look a bit too big though in that dress. I suggest you order a salad tonight, it looks like you may need it." My mother shares. Of course I can't get a receive a regular comment without it turning to pointing out my flaws.

"Well, thanks. I'm going to head out now." I say as I walk out the door and into the awaiting limo.

"Remember honey a salad!" My mother calls out.

I enter the Italian restaurant, already worn out from all the flashing cameras and crowds right outside the hotel. I search for a pair of "piercing green eyes and chocolate bouncy curls" as I read online yesterday, once you find those you'll find Harry Styles. I see him sitting at the back of the restaurant typing away at his phone. I head towards him and clear my throat grabbing his attention. As his eyes dart to me I take in his appearance, immediately admiring his emerald eyes and curls. He's dressed in dark jeans and a black button down shirt.

"Hi I'm Ada." I introduce, extending my hand out for him to shake. Instead he just gives me a nod.

"Harry." He simply states.

"Well are you not going to at least offer to push my chair in?" I ask as I sit down, slightly offended.

"No? Can't you do that yourself?"

"What a gentleman you are." I mumble.

"Sorry we all aren't pretentious snobs like you." He retorts.

"It's not being a pretentious snob, it's called having manners" I retort back. Before Harry has a chance to respond our waiter comes and asks for our orders. I order a chopped salad, deciding that maybe my mother's comment earlier was right. I wouldn't want Harry to think I was a pig either. Meanwhile he decides on some expensive steak. After our waiter takes our order we sit there in an uncomfortable silence.

"Um, ok let's start over, I feel as if we got off on the wrong foot. I'm sorry I didn't mean to sound like a snob." I apologize breaking the uncomfortable silence.

"It's whatever, I really don't give a fuck." He shrugs.

"So, uh, twenty questions? You know since we're going to be fake dating for a while might as well get to know each other." I whisper the last part just to make sure no one is listening in.

"So are we twelve now?"

"Ok listen, I know you don't want to fucking do this and much rather being doing something else, trust me the feelings mutual, but no fucking need to be a massive dick alright? We're stuck doing this for a while now so why don't you clean up your attitude so we can be friends."

"No you listen, I don't want to be 'friends'. I don't want anything to fucking do with you, the only reason I'm doing this is because I had no other way to opt out, alright? So while we're out in public we can act like a couple and shit but the minute we're behind doors we don't fucking speak okay?" He practically spits at me in a hushed whisper so to other we look like a normal couple. Before I get a chance to reply, a younger looking girl comes around to our table.

"Hi, sorry to interrupt, but I'm a huge fan." The girl turns and says to Harry. His eyes immediately soften.

"Oh yeah? Would you like an autograph?" He asks politely and the little girl eagerly shakes her head smiling, and revealing the fact that she's missing her two front teeth. At the sight of this Harry grins. He takes one out napkins and takes out a pen from his pocket signing it for the younger girl.

"Here you go!" He cheerfully exclaims. The girl thanks him and starts to head back to her family's table, but turns around and asks a final question.

"Is that girlfriend?"

"Yeah, it is."

"She's really pretty, are you gonna marry her?" At this, his eyes widen but he quickly recovers.

"Yeah she is, isn't she? And I don't know maybe sometime in the future." He lies. The girl gives us one last smile and goes back to her family.

"Just so we're clear, I'm not marrying you."

I sigh, not knowing how I'm going to make it through the next year and a half.