The next morning, Harry had to do some work with the boys, so you stayed at home alone. You picked up around the house a little, ate some lunch, and watched TV to pass the time. After a while, you got bored so you started playing a familiar tune on the piano. You start humming along, which soon turns into singing the song. "I've just let these little things slip out of my mouth," you sung, the words flowing out of your mouth. "You've got a beautiful voice Y/N." You gasped and turned around. "Harry? What are you doing home so early?" You asked, embarrassed. "Um, it's not early," he smirked. You looked at your watch. 3:40, the time Harry was supposed to be home. "Oh," you blushed. "You've got a beautiful voice," he repeated, sitting down next to you, playing the same song. You hesitantly joined in, softly singing the lyrics along with him. He looked at you after the song was done, smiling. "What?" You ask. "Nothing," he giggled.
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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?
