Best Mistake I've Ever Done

CHAPTER III

Let's take it slow..

Harry's POV

I'm shocked by her favor. I don't know if I can do it.. but I love adventure.

"Hello Mr. Connick? are you still there?"

"Uh. Yes. its just.. I'm surprised with what you want. We don't know each other yet, then suddenly you're asking me to be your boyfriend"

"I'm asking you to PRETEND as my boyfriend.. there's the difference"

"But why? Coz I'm handsome?"

"Oh too much confidence... Let's just meet in a restaurant. I'll text you the details.."

"But--" she then hang up. what does this lady want?

Jennifer's POV

I'm now in the restaurant. I'm waiting for Harry for like 30 mins. where is he now.. Suddenly a man with a motorbike appears. Can't deny he's handsome.

"Harry!" I shouted and waved my hand. he looked at me confused but then he smiled.

"Hey. So you ordered already? I'm kinda hungry. I want a burger with lots of onions and a large coke"

"Gross. onions are gross" I said.

"Your skirt looks gross too" he said laughing.

what a jerk. If only not for Bradley, I wouldn't do this.

"Oh really? what's wrong with my skirt?" I asked annoyed

"It's long and its baggy and its gross. You might wanna give that to your grandma? " He said teasingly

I glared at him. He's the most annoying guy I've ever met! I just ignored what he said and start discussing about my plan.

"So you want me to pretend as your boyfriend so Your ex will come back to you? and realized what he lost?" he said while eating his burger.

"EXACTLY!" I said smiling

he then started laughing. and its annoying.

"What's funny?"

"Well. do you really know why he left you?"

I looked at him. I'm thinking. Why did Bradley left me? for another girl?

"I don't know. maybe he's just confused. that's why I'm asking

you to be my pretend boyfriend until he realized that he still loves me. Will make him jealous. Then he'll come back to me and then we'll get married" I said smiling. just thinking about how my plan will work.

"I'm sorry.. but No. I can't do it"

"wait.. what? you told me if I have a favor I can contact you right?"

"But.. this is too much. I don't even like you. How can I pretend to be your boyfriend? and look at you the way you dress. I can't have a girlfriend who dresses like my grandma"

"Excuse me? but I don't like you either! that's why I want you to pretend as my boyfriend. because we both don't like each other. and we will never fall in love with each other. I just want my plan to work. So please help me" I said with puffy eyes

He looks at me seriously. I bet he's thinking right now. please say yes.. please agree.

after a long pause..

"Okayy" I almost jump with happiness

"Oh yes! thank you harry!"

"But there's a condition" he smirked

"Anything" i smirked too. I'm just so happy I can do whatever condition it is.

"If you'll be my girlfriend. you have to be hot as fuck" he said winking at me.

Oh my goodness. I am no hot. I looked at him in disbelief. My excitement and happiness just turned to nervousness.

"You also have to join me in doing my things, you know Jennifer, I'm a very adventurous person." he's smirking again.

"Things like what?"

"You'll know soon, But now we will have your make over. let's get rid with those granny skirts.. I'm gonna change you Jen.. I'll assure you he'll come back for you and realized what he lost" He smiled.

I saw the sincerity within he's beautiful blue eyes. Well he's not that jerk and annoying or bad boy. I'm now seeing his good side. I just want this to work. I hope what I'm doing is not a mistake.

"Come with me now." He said reaching for my hands

"Where are we going?"

"I told you. you'll have your make over.. today. My girlfriend should be the hottest and the most beautiful girl here in New York. Let's go?"

I just smiled.. and before I could answer yes, he grabbed my hands. Hold it tight. like he never want to let go. I felt uncomfortable, I guess he noticed..

He then looked at me and said "This is how I treat my girlfriend, and you're my girlfriend now"

eventhough were just pretending. I felt a little bit of happiness.