"Rose, you have to date Harry Styles," my agent said.
"What?? No!" I know Harry Styles is gorgeous and talented, but I didn't want to be distracted by a boyfriend right now. I learned my lesson from boys in the past.
"It's for PR, love." Harry had walked in and apparently heard part of our conversation. He walked in smirking, sending a chill down my spine. The way he acted like he owned the room disgusted me. He was obviously used to this kind of thing, but I wanted nothing to do with it. Or with him.