Somebody I used to know (a harry styles fanfic)

Chapter 7

7

(a/n) I have so much planned for this story. Sorry for the smelling and gramatical errors I haven't edited it yet. enjoy, and don't forget to comment and vote and all that (: Oh and I just made up her twitter name, I don't know if it exists or not. I stangely got sad writing this, I got so into this story xx Kelsey

"Why am I at this meeting exactly?" I asked. The boys had a meeting with management and apparently I had to come. "Well as you know, there have been a lot of rumors, and photo shopped pictures, suggesting that Harry and Louis are.. together," Their manager said, I couldn't help but laugh. "They think you should pretend to date me, for a little while anyways, but its up to you, I understand if you don't want to," Harry said quickly.

I thought about this, it would probably be torture pretending to date Harry considering I actually wanted to date Harry. I chewed my lip. "I don't know about being your beard," I said laughing. Harry scowled at me, and Niall laughed with me. "I mean I guess I'll do it, but why me?" I asked

"Well, you and Harry have a history, we figured better you than a stranger, besides some fans are really rooting for you two to get back together," The boys manager said. "They are? Well okay then I guess, but what if people find out," I asked. "Well just make it believable, and they won't," He replied. I had to admit I was nervous as hell, what if I couldn't pull it off and I let Harry down, or worse what if I'm too believable ithat Harry finds out how I really feel?

We got in the car and drove to an interview the boys had. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" Harry asked. I was wondering if he didn't want me to be his fake girlfriend, I'm sure he would've and could've gotten someone way better than me, if he were given the oppertunity. "Sure, anything to help," I said with a fake smile, he smil'ed back warmly.

The car stopped in front of the tv studio where they were doing an interview. Harry took my hand, and the girls outside went crazy. My heart started to pound and I focused on not falling. I had missed his touch. He squeezed my hand and looked back at me smiling reassuringly. I can do this, I told myself.

*Harry's pov*

I'll admit it, I had a part in the whole fake girlfriend situation, when management suggested it, the first thing out of my mouth was "Lets ask Emma." I didn't know if I'd be able to control my feelings, but I just couldn't even pretend tp be with someone else.

"So Harry, there's a special girl in your life now isn't there?" the interviewer asked. Management had told me to be sure to tell them something about how great she was and how in love I was, but honestly all I had to do was say what I really felt. "Yeah, there is, I'm in love with an amazing, beautiful girl," I said honestly. Niall looked over at me with a blank expression. "Who is this lucky girl?" the interviewer asked. "Her name is Emma," I said smiling. "So Niall, that means you're the only single one," "Yeah, I am," He replied. After the interview we got in the car without a single word. I could telll Niall was mad.

*Niall's pov*

I was upset with Harry. I mean I know Emma was his first but still, he was the one who hurt her. I would never do that to her. I knew he would do it again, that's just the kind of guy he is, some things will never change. I knew he was fake dating her so I couldn't have her, I'm not even sure if he'd want her if I didn't.

*Emma's pov*

There was so much tension, no one said a word, I wasn't sure what happened, but I was scared to say anything. Maybe Harry was pissed about having to fake date me. The car pulled up to my house. "Can we stay?" Liam asked. "Of course," I said. "Lets watch a movie," Zayn suggested. "Mean girls!" I said excitedly. The boys groaned. "You always want to watch that," Harry said chuckling. So instead we settled on some action movie that I wasn't interested in at all.

I pulled out my phone and checked twitter instead. I had already gained so many new followers. "AW I'm so glad @Emmaham and Harry are dating!(:" one tweet said. I smiled. "@Emmaham is such a whore" another said. "There is a reason you guys broke up before @Emmaham" said another. "@Emmaham is way too ugly for Harry," read another tweet. That was enough for me, I'd never been so hurt by words before, tears welled up in my eyes and I dropped my phone and ran into my room and closed the door.

I heard the door open a few seconds later, Harry walked in and saw me siting on the bed crying. I hated letting people see me cry, I felt so vonerable, but I couldn't stop, all those people were right. Harry sat down next to me. "What's wrong love?" Harry asked in a low voice. "People h-hate me," I said through tears. Harry scooted closer to me and wrapped his arms around me. "They don't hate you, they're just jealous of you," He said wiping tears from my eyes. "They are only jealous cause they think I'm dating you, but the stuff they're saying isn't true," I replied tears streaming down my face.

"No babe, it's not true at all, you're perfect, and don't let anyone tell you different," He said. I only wish he meant it. I wish that laying here in his arms meant as much to him as it did to me, but he was just doing it cause he felt bad. I didn't care though, I just enjoyed being in his arms. The tweets were still in my head. I wasn't good enough for him anymore, I never really was, I reminded myself. He deserves to be happy with someone else. Harry leaned down and kissed my forehead