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thirty nine

Jo

Do you know how long it took me to separate Harry from my mother?

Over an hour.

Until then I was stuck listening to their conversation about "life in the fast lane" and becoming parents and all of that. And, when I finally finished cooking lunch for... the three of us, I saw my chance.

"Harry, can I talk to you for a minute?"

Their conversation came to a stop as he looked up at me, a ghost of a smile on his face. "Sure, babe, anything for you."

I disregarded his little comment and stepped out in to the hall, out of earshot from my occasionally nosey mother. Seconds after, Harry appeared in front of me, smiling at his little charade.

"What are you doing?" I asked him, placing my hands on my hips.

"I'm playing the part of your boyfriend, what does it look like I'm doing?" His green eyes flickered to the ground before he looked me in the eye once again.

It kind of bothered me that he didn't get it.

"Look, Harry, there's still time for you to leave and I can explain everything to her. I mean, I was just going to come clean and tell her that I am not dating anyone and even explain how I got pregnant. I mean, the last thing I need is for her to believe that I'm having a baby with my boyfriend who I've slept with before."

Especially when she doesn't like boys with tattoos who don't propose to their girlfriends before getting down and dirty.

I noticed his eyebrows knit together in confusion the more I began to explain to him why this was all a horrible idea. I mean, think about it; my religious mother would not be okay with me having a baby with my "boyfriend"... I honestly think she'll prefer the original story.

"Nope sorry, babe, but I can't do that. I could never leave my girlfriend alone like that."

"But I'm not your girlfriend."

"Since when?" All of a sudden he gasped, placing a hand over his heart. "Jo Cordova, are you breaking up with me -- your boyfriend, Harry Styles?"

What?

"No, I'm not -- "

"Then," he paused, smiling at me. "you are my girlfriend."

His words weren't making sense until I finally understood what was going on. He was going along with our little lie, so of course he wasn't serious.

"Yes, Harry," I smiled, gripping his arms in my hands, "I'm your girlfriend."

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a/n.

woah, hey there. where did that come from?

lol i was so tired when i wrote this you have no idea. so, sorry if it sucks like... a lot i just thought it was kind of funny.

but, yet again, i have a weird sense of humor --

ANYWAY, please

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