You both walked to the car, you trying to be as nice to him as possible and him still being a jerk. He turned up the music, but you turned it down, hoping to start a conversation and cut some of the tension. "So tell me about you," you said in a nice tone. "Im not in the mood to talk." "Harry we're going to be living together, kissing, and hugging for the next 6 months, the least we could do is try to be nice to each other." "Fine, I'm in a band called One Direction, I'm 20, and I'm stuck with a girl I barely know for 6 months. Your turn." You chuckled at his response. "Well I'm 19, not in a band, and have to be stuck with a guy I barely know for 6 months. I guess it's good we have similar answers." He looked at you. "I'm sure you know something about me, I'm usually all over, well, everything!" "Yeah but that isn't the real you, that's what all the papers say about you." "Well at least I'm stuck with a smart, pretty girl." You blush. "What do you want?" He asked when you arrived at the McDonalds.
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FanfictionWhen money is short, desperate times call for desperate measures. Dating Harry Styles for a PR stunt doesn't sound too bad, and the pay is good. What will happen in the 6 months I'm here, and is the relationship really all that fake?
