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.
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“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”