Harry Styles was my best friend. Harry Styles killed me. Harry Styles got away with it. Harry Styles was about to become haunted. Harry Styles was going to wish he were dead.

Hayley Peterson, an odinary girl. Harry Styles, not an ordinary boy. Harry's got a 'player' rep that he needs to shake off. What's he to do? Solution: Fake girlfriend. ~*~ “Why don’t you like me?” “Cause you’re a prick.” “You don’t know that, you barley know me.” “It’s a vibe you give off Harry.” “Ohh” He looked down. “Well this is going to be akward.” “More than it is now” I laugh slightly at my own comment. “Will you errm well umm be my my girlfriend?” I stare at him blankly. Is he retarded or something? “You force me to come here, I don’t like you and you just said yourself we barley know each other yet you want me to be your girlfriend?” “My fake girlfriend.” “Fake?” “Like pretend”