Ever since, New York [h.s] AU

9 || FLING

Last week was my fathers funeral, a week ago I got photographed without my consent along with Harry and since then, those pictures were plastered all over the Internet, calling me either a gold digger, a lucky fan or his next 'fling'.

Girls would show up to my job and immediately recognize me as that girl Harry Styles was seen 'kissing' not at all taking into consideration that we were at a funeral.

"Damn," Alice says, throwing down a magazine on the counter with the viral picture of Harry and I. "They're saying you're pregnant with his child now, and just yesterday he was seen with a model and they're calling you a fling."

"That's just sad, the things people come up with." I roll my eyes.

"Just yesterday some girl came here, asking if you worked here and where you lived. I almost called the police." She raises her eyebrows.

"This is annoying, now I see what Harry meant when he told me to tell people we weren't involved in any sort of way." I say, taking off my apron. When Alice leaves to the bathroom, I quickly glance at the magazine cover with a picture of us and a picture on the side of Harry and some 'upcoming model'.

"Ready to close?" Alice asks as she leaves the bathroom making me nod and put the magazine back in its place.