you and I

Touchy. chapter 6.

Thank you all for reading!

There will be some twists soon!

*I'm excited.

Harry's P.O.V

I walk through the reception on the ground floor of my managements head offices and straight into a lift.

'This' is definitely not the life.

"Mr Styles, come take a seat"Simon greets ushering me towards a seat across from him, his eyebrows are furrowed and his arms are crossed across his chest as he leans back in his chair.

"Morning"I smile nervously, I know for sure there is something wrong.

"I didn't call you over for a catchup"he glares "We've seen the reaction to Miss Thompson"he smirks.

"And?"I press eager to get this over.

"I told your publicist 'it's a bad idea."he mumbles opening his laptop which is sitting infront of his iMac.

"But, I was wrong these people love this"he grins turning his screen to show me. On the screen is a news article with a picture of me and Amelia eating dinner with 'New toy for Harry?' as the header.

"Love?"I ask quite hurt that people think every girl I am seen with is called my toy.

"This"he states gesturing to his screen "Is great, they will follow yiur two's story"he adds looking like a kid who just met Santa.

"So, you okay!"I ask smiling lightly.

"Amazing, you can leave"he states typing on his computer.

"Right"I groan trudging out his office.

Amelia's P.O.V.

The messages I've been receiving on Twitter today has had some very colourful language. I scroll through some more reading out the headings to myself...

"Harry bags himself another model"

"Harry Styles new girlfriend?"

wait! Perez Hilton has a feature? This isn't what i thought would happen...

After reading around twenty articles saying I was using Harry for fame I went down stairs. I don't really want to admit it to myself, his publicist and mine thought it was a good idea, I'm not using him persay.

I grab a microwave chicken burger for lunch, I don't need no salad today.

I hear my house phone ring so I run to the charging base to answer it.

"Hello?"I inquire.

"Hello, this is Joy"she chuckles on the other end.

"Ohh, hey Joy whats up?"I rush.

"I'm good, I got a phone call..."she trails.

"What about?"I pry.

"Well... Simon Cowell!"she squeals

"Simon Cowell, yes him got his assistant to call"she gushes sounding ecstatic.

"Why?" "Did something go wrong"I ask quickly.

"He thinks this media coverage is amazing and wants the contracts done by tomorrow night"she breaths.

"Uhh, I'll do that" I stutter "text me the details"I say before hanging up.

This guilt is eating me alive! Why did I do this? I'm using someone to get what I don't need.

Harry P.O.V.

I drive towards Amelia's apartment to 'Take a cute selfie'. which yes, I got told to do. I don't really like this idea, I mean she's a beautiful, funny and intelligent girl but 'fake' dating is making me feel bad.

I park my car and head for the front door, which management gave me a code for.

I type the code and sure enough it worked.

I am to be honest, nervous to see her.

"Harry?"she pretty much chokes on the air as she opens the door.

"Hello, what were you doing?"I ask taking in her appearance, she is wearing a blue onesie that looks way too big and her hair is in a bun atop of her head.

"Was eating microwave food"she chuckles, "Want to come in?"she offers opening the door wider.

I follow into the apartment then sit across from her on the couch.

"Why you here?"she asks after a few minutes of silence.

"I got a call, so basically we've to take a cute selfie together for your instagram"I answer smiling lightly.

"I need to change and stuff, I won't be long"she smiles starting towards the door. "Eat anything and put on the t.v."she adds grinning like an idiot.

After watching two episodes of 'educating Essex' she arrives wearing a black tank top, skinny jeans with a bust up knee and her hair and makeup flawless.

"Wow!"I breath to myself.

"Sorry I took so long"she laughs

"It's okay, you look pretty" I assure.

"Thanks.