***Y/N's POV***
You wiped the rest of the tears off my face, not wanting to be questioned on why you were crying by Harry. You went downstairs and ate some breakfast. After finishing breakfast you went to wake Harry up. "Harry, you need to ge-" you stopped. He wasn't in his room. You checked all around the house, not seeing him anywhere. Almost ready to give up, you spotted something on the fridge. It read: "Y/N, meet me at the park. I have a surprise. Wear something nice. Xoxo." What was this about? You shrugged and put on a casual white lace dress and curled your hair. You paired it with some galaxy converse you had and walked to the park. You spotted the curly haired boy you've fallen in love with on a bench. You jogged over to Harry, both of your smiles getting wider and wider as you uncover one more detail as you get closer and closer. "Hi love," Harry says.
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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?
