one direction preferences

fake boyfriend (Harry)

You sit in complete rage as your ex flaunts his new girl a few tables over in the seemingly empty coffee shop. You had walked in and noticed him immediately, but wanting to seem stronger than you actually were you made the decision to stay to prove a point. You try not to bring attention to yourself but the scowl on your face made it easy to see you weren’t happy about the situation. “Sorry I’m late babe.” You hear from behind you. You don’t turn around seeing as you weren’t expecting anyone to join you. Unexpectedly though the person attached to the voice sits in front of you. Your eyes widen as Harry Styles sits across from you with a wide smile on his face. You look over and notice your ex’s new girl is whispering about your guest. You turn your attention back to Harry and he winks. You try and cover up your confused expression to go along with the game he had just begun. “How has your morning been?” He asks, his voice louder than usual so it could carry. “It’s been alright. I was wondering if you had forgotten about me.” “Of course not. I could never forget about you.” You can’t help but smile at his honest answer. “Recording went a little long this morning, but I told them I had to have a break so that I could come and see you.” You look out of the corner of your eye to notice the utter shock on your ex’s face. You weren’t sure how Harry Styles ended up in the chair across from you but however it happened you were certainly not protesting the outcome. “You ready to come back to the studio?” Harry asks unexpectedly. “Is the Wi-Fi fixed? Because I can’t handle the slow internet like last time.” He chuckles at your request and smiles. “Yeah, they fixed it.” “Alright then, I’m ready.” Harry helps you gather your things and scoots his chair out to get up, presenting to you his hand for you to take once you pull your bag onto your shoulder. You place your hand in his  gladly and the two of you leave the coffee shop. As you walk passed the window you don’t even bother looking in to notice your ex’s expression knowing the jealousy was present. Once around the corner from the coffee shop you let go of Harry’s hand and stop your pace. “I don’t know how or why, but thank you.” Harry looks down at your hand, taking it back. “We aren’t finished,” he says with a smile, leading you across the street to the recording studio he had been in before coming to your rescue.