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Harry Styles. I was fake dating Harry Styles. In my 18 years of living, I don't think I would of ever expected this to happen, but it's completely worth it.

Harry and I have bonded well, we've only been texting but today he was coming over to my house, I was nervous considering my parents would flip. I sighed to myself and shrugged some, running my hands through my hair, taking my phone as I heard it buzz

From Harry(: --
Hey baby, I'm on my way.. I think I should paid for doing this.. (;

To Harry(: --
You're oh so funny, I'm broke Styles, but I can't wait for you to get here !

From Harry(: --
I was joking! I think I'm more excited to be your 'boyfriend' than you are to be mine.

To Harry(: --
I could argue that, see you soon. xx

After about 30 minutes of worrying about this situation I just left it, I plugged in my headphones and started on my homework that was due Monday. I smiled to myself as the familiar beat of The Summer Set filled my ears. I was almost to distracted when I heard the door bell but i quickly stood up and jogged to the door. I fixed my ruffled hair and smoothed out my white jeans.

I opened the door to reveal Harry, he was dressed in tight black jeans, a denim jacket and a shirt that was almost all the way unbuttoned. He looked rather hot in my opinion, though I might just be saying that since he's my fake boyfriend.

"Hey, my mum and dad are coming home from the mall soon so I figured you could come in?" I spoke softly, having to look up at the taller lad.

I smiled when I saw Harry nod his head, stepping to the side as he walked into my house. "You know my parents will hate you, but don't worry, I don't." I shrugged and simply kissed his cheek, smirking as a saw a blush soak across his face.

Harry cleared his throat. "Um, thank you... well I think?" His deep voice said, causing me to smile. "Mhm." I said before leading him into my room.

The walls were dark blue with posters, along with a black bed and a shelf for some awards I had received over the years. It wasn't much, I don't like a lot of shit clustering up in my room.

I turned and then sat down on the bed, looking to him. "So, whenever I tell them we're dating, do you think you could kiss me? Or would you need some practice?" I teased.

Harry laughed, making me smile and scoot closer to him when he sat down on my bed. "You're acting like I'm inexperience, I could get you on your hands and knees any moment, so I'd stop with this little attitude yeah?" Harry breathed into my ear, making me shiver.

I gulped and nodded slowly. "Okay." I squeaked and then carefully looked up at him. I couldn't help but let out a giggle when I felt Harrys arms come around my sides and pull me into his lap.

"You wanted a bad ass boyfriend, I'm trying to fulfill that for you." Harry whispered and kept his arms around me. I nodded and grabbed the remote, clicking on my TV and melting into his chest.

Time passed and it was almost 6:00, Harry rubbing circles into my stomach, which I didn't mind. "You know, I think I actually might need that practice." I heard the boy say, his curls brushing against my neck.

I hadn't had time to process a lot, but I was soon on my back, Harrys hands o the sides of my shirt as I saw his face get closer, his lips pressing against my gently, but with enough passion.

I melted into his grip and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing the boy back with a wide smile.

It continued until I heard the door open down stairs, my mum and dad walking in. I blushed and slowly pulled away, "my parents are home." I whispered and rubbed over my slightly swollen lips.

Harry had nodded and slowly stood up. I noticed he never really talked much, but when he did it was lovely. It was deep and elegant, his words flowing nicely.

I smiled and carefully took his hand, leading him down stairs. "Mum, dad?" I called and sat down on the couch with Harry, scooting into his side.

My mum looked at me confused, "what is that?" She laughed loudly and looked at Harry, making me frown. "That, is Harry Styles." I snapped. My mums blood going cold. "Why is he in our house!" She spat.

I rolled my eyes. "I would think my boyfriend would be allowed in my house." I laughed and grinned at her wickedly.

"Absolutly not." She breathed, my dad taking her to sit and getting her some water as if she was about to pass out. "I will NOT allow my baby boy to date a monster!" She yelled.

I blushed when I heard Harry speak up. "Well, he's my baby boy now, so I'd appreciate it if you accept it, Mrs. Tomlinson." He said and looked at her.

I giggled softly and then bit my lip, gripping his shirt.

"I want you out now, come back home later tonight to give me some time to think, or hell, don't come back at all, move in with him for all I care." She yelled at us.

I stiffened and glared. "Why would I want to live here anyways?" I spat and stood up, taking Harrys hand.

I heard faint yells from my mum and dad, but it was drowned out by Harrys voice as we walked out the door. "You're 18, and this is so crazy, baby boy." He whispered.