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Second Chapter

The flashing lights blinded both Harry and Miley immediately after they'd exited the cinema. It was already dark outside and the London's cold night air embraced their bodies and made them shiver. Harry was still a little less used to the cameras than Miley who didn't seem too affected by the photo flashs. Truth be told, Harry was somewhat impressed with the way Miley was able to handle the paparazzi and fame in general. She appeared rather serene - albeit a little annoyed - while walking along the steets of London, side by side with the boy she couldn't stand a particle.

Harry on the other hand still startled up a little everytime he was surprised by paparazzi waiting for one of the One Direction boys to depart from a hotel, or wherever. He didn't exactly hate taking centre stage - if he did he probably would have never auditioned for the X-Factor - but being photographed at all times was something he wouldn't mind getting rid of.

And now here he was, with the girl he was told to date although neither of them liked the other in any way. In fact, they harboured a grudge for each other and had to try their best to conceal it as much as possible. Which wasn't easy, to put it delicately.

"You look like you're about to die, Harry," Miley scoffed, but faked a smile while she spoke and looked up at him so nobody would come up with the idea that them dating was nothing more than a ridiculous PR move.

"Blame it on your perfume," Harry replied simply, not even bothering to return the smile she was giving him.

"God, you are so uncooperative."

"I wouldn't have to be if you were at least a tiny bit attractive," Harry shot back, but this time it was his turn to smile gently at her. Miley snorted and rolled her eyes in annoyance but in actual fact his harsh words hurt her. No matter how many fans she had telling her she was "gorgeous" or "perfect" she'd never believe them. She was simply insecure with her body and herself in general, but letting Harry know about such a personal information would only lead him on to mocking her more so she figured it would be best to keep it unsaid.

Against her will she grabbed his hand, but couldn't resist squeezing it just a bit too tightly. Harry just looked at her with rosen eyebrows, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips while he spoke.

"If that's all the strength you got you're seriously a pushover."

"Fuck you," was all Miley could give back and Harry chuckled, pleased he had been able to upset her.

"How about kinky sex, then? Nothing's hotter than two people who genuinely hate each other fighting for dom-"

"You are absolutely disgusting," Miley said but she mentally agreed. Although she would never ever dare to entertain the idea of getting any closer to Harry Styles than she was already.

Harry took his time showering as he enjoyed the lukewarm water streaming down his body. Allowed his thoughts full bent they went basically nowhere. All he could think about was Louis' stupid grin when Harry told him who he'd be stuck with for the next days, or weeks, or months. In fact, Harry had no idea how long Simon and Scarlet wanted them to date. It was pathetic - ridiculous, really - but Harry couldn't afford keeping up his womanizer image if he wanted One Direction to stay successful. But most of all, he couldn't afford to because he was somewhat scared the boys might stop getting along with each other so well. What if his admittedly quite selfish behaviour really did have a bad effect on their usually so ridiculously perfect relations.

On the other hand, Harry was still angry at Simon. It pissed him off that Simon thought he had the permission to do whatever he wanted with Harry. The fact that Simon just wanted the best for him and the boys was barely calming Harry, though.

And the situation Simon had him stuck in definitely wasn't Harry's favourite one. Hanging out with Miley occasionally was one thing, but fake dating her doubtlessly crossed the line. It bothered him that he was lying to his fans, and he knew that Miley thought the same.

But Louis was right, he couldn't have done better. He couldn't help but admit that Miley was beyond beautiful. She had those huge ocean blue eyes, plump lips and fit body. Her long hair was a gorgeous golden colour which was even more breathtaking when the sun shone and the light colour reflected it.

But what was he thinking; he hated that girl with a passion. But did he really hate her or was it only the relationship they were supposed to fake?

Harry nearly got a heart attack when he realised that the water had already turned cold due to the rather huge amount of time he'd spent in the shower. Quickly he turned the tap in order to stop the cold water from sending shivers through his body. When he eventually jumped out of the shower he turned to eye his reflection in the floor-length mirror. His hair was wet and small waterdrops dripped from his hair-ends and his toned body. He was more than aware of the effect his appearance had on girls, sometimes even on boys but they were never what he wanted.

His phone beeping brought him back to reality all of a sudden. Groaning he hurried over to where his pile of clothes was carelessly thrown on the floor and looked for his iPhone. When he finally found it and had a gawp at the caller ID his heart immediately sunk. Chris.

He knew that if he pressed the green button Chris would ask him to joing them clubbing tonight, or to simply get wasted at his and Harry wasn't entirely sure whether or not he should accept the offer then. He wasn't dumb; he anticipated that neither Simon nor his family nor the boys would be overly happy about that. Also, Harry was quite a touchy-feely drunk. He liked fucking beautiful girls - which mostly weren't as beautiful as he had thought they were the night he was drunk so every morning after he was more than just slightly disappointed with who he had picked up to spend the night with. There was no doubt Simon would find out about that sooner or later.

As well as Miley.

And then he smirked when he eventually pressed the green button.

"Harry," Chris greeted and Harry could hear him smile at the other end of the phone, "Wanna come joing us clubbing tonight? Serena said she found a -"

"I'll be at yours at ten," Harry interrupted before he hung up.

The loud music caused the club's floor to shake beneath Harry's feet and he felt the bass drumming inside of his stomach. The familiar dizziness messed his thoughts up when he drank the expensive vodka martini Chris had bought him in one go. The spirituous liquid burned his gullet as he tilted his head back.

"Dude, you alright?", Chris asked, a rather amused look on his face. If Harry was with Liam, Zayn, Niall and Louis here Liam would look at him concerned, Zayn would dance closely with a gorgeous blonde, Niall would make a stupid comment on how Irishmen were the only guys who weren't absolute wimps when it came to alcohol and Louis would laugh at him. As soon as those thoughts crossed his mind Harry's stomach tightened and the urge to throw up grew bigger within every second that passed.

It was absolutely ridiculous for Harry to realise just how much he actually missed his best friends right now, in a drunken state and feeling completely lost and alone in between all those people suddenly. When he looked at Chris something like pure hatred heated up his body as if he was to blame Harry slighted his best friends the past weeks.

Without any further thought Harry took a few steps closer to Chris, his eyes sparkling with anger and pugnacity. The alcohol mercilessly continued blurring his mind and vision as he lunged out.

Before he could punch Chris in the face, Harry was shoved away quickly.

"For fuck's sake, Haz!" Harry could barely make out it was Zayn's voice. The only reason he realised it was him was his smell and the raven-coloured quiff on top of his pretty head. "What the fuck, man?"

"I - urgh - fuck," Harry mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper due to the ridiculously high amount of alcohol he'd consumed that night.

"God, he's completely wasted," Louis remarked, one brow cocked at the curly-haired boy hanging in Zayn's arms.

"And heavy," Zayn said through gritted teeth while one of his hands gestured Louis to help him support Harry.

"Told ya Brits were pushovers," Niall chuckled but his eyes were glued to the drink he was holding.

"Shut up, w-will you, Nal?" Harry could barely talk and the boys had to listen closely to understand what he was slurring.

"Nal? He called me Nal!", Niall exclaimed throwing his hands up in the air in protest. The smile never left his lips, though. "I am a little offended, Harold. We've known each other for, how long, three years and you still can't pronounce my name properly? Fuck you."

"Guys, we should bring him out of here." This time it was Liam talking but Harry could hardly catch his words by reason of Liam's fast speaking and Harry's somewhat deafened ears.

And that's when he passed out.

Sorry for the shitty chapter but thanks for reading anyways :) Please tell me what you think yeah? Thanks once again <3

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