Let's Play Pretend

What happens when a game becomes too real?

16 blind dates. I've been on 16 blind dates and I'm absolutely sick and tired of going on these set-ups.
Date 5 was a biker that would only talk about his goddamn bike.
Date 13 was a gangly dork that picked his nose in front of me.
Date 7 was a douchebag that actually slapped another girl's ass-while sitting at the table with me.

I'm tired of jerks and dicks and idiots. I'm done after date 16, but somehow everyone manages to convince me to go on one last date, and swear to leave me alone after this one.

I give up.
I go.
I meet Harry Styles.

An overly-cocky, incredibly sexy, idiotic guy who has about as much interest in our date as I do. Which is close to none. But we both have one -and only the one- thing in common: we're sick and tired of everyone telling us to go on dates and find people. So we decide to go ahead and pretend to date for a while. At least to make everyone happy that we've found someone.

But I think that Harry Styles has a secret. And I won't stop until I find out what it is.
No matter what it takes.

I know I might get in trouble along the way.
I might find myself in awkward situations.
I'll mess up. That's for sure.
You know what won't happen?

I won't fall in love.

No way. Not with Harry Styles.
This is all a game we're playing.

A sweet, innocent game of pretend.