The next day I debated on what do dress for my "date" with Harry. It's really stupid because I don't really have to impress him or anything so I don't know why I'm still standing in front of my drawer but for some reason I can't just put on some jeans and a hoodie.
I finally go for a pair of high-waisted shorts, a pink shirt and my black converse. I debated on bringing a cardigan with me or not, it's still May but the weather feels surprisingly warm.

"Get in." I exited my wardrobe when a light knock sounded on the bedroom's door.

"Miss Sophia, you look so gorgeous." Eve walked in.

"You think?" I asked biting my lip.

"Of course, is that for the date with the fancy boy?" Her eyes sparkled, she always loved a little gossip.

Over the years Eve has been kind of a best friend to me even though she's in her fifties and is our maid. According to my father we can't trust our employes with other than their jobs. I don't really care for that, as my mum lives in Portugal and my father spends his time working, Eve is the closest thing I have.

"Eve..." I groaned while brushing my hair.

"I'm just asking." She rose her hands up defensively.

"I'm just putting an effort on that because I'm really determined in building up my career otherwise I wouldn't even bother with him." I told her.

"He can't be that bad."

"He is though." I nodded. "Just because he's famous and rich now doesn't mean he has earned the right to be rude to people."

"Has he been rude to you?" She frowned lightly.

"No I mean I don't think he's in it because he wants to. I'm pretty sure his management forced him to it."

"You mean he doesn't want to be an actor?"

"Why would he? He has everything he could possibly want." I shrugged carelessly.

"Does he have a girlfriend?"

"I'm not sure, he didn't mention anything to me." Not that he has to though, my self conscience reminded me.

"Well if he has it can be rough, you're supposed to kiss and all that right?" A small smile playing on her lips.

"It's called a technical kiss so it's not real but yes I think so. It's a romantic movie but I haven't read the scrip that further." I explained.

"I never liked romantic movies." Eve fixed her grey hair in her bun.

"Why not?"

"Because it doesn't matter how good an actor is, you can never fake love." She stared at me trough the mirror.

"Well a lot of actor can do it." I frowned.

"I don't believe so, you may think they're acting but if you believe the love in the screen is real then probably they're really in love and not faking anymore." Eve explained her point.

"You need to see some quality romantic movies." I chuckled.

"Maybe." She winked. "I'm gonna clean the kitchen." She kissed my forehead before disappearing to the hall.

I sighed applying some mascara to pop up my blue eyes and brushed my long brown hair again. It doesn't look like I put much effort into it but I don't look like a homeless either so I think I'm good.
But the time I finished my phone buzzed on the nightstand.

Harry: I'm outside. x

I slid my phone inside my bag and closed the bedroom door behind me. I watched as the house cameras aimed towards the movement when I exited the front door of the house.
I breathed slowly, my tips brushing the little machine to unlock the main gate ad exit the house.
I immediately spotted Harry's big black car, contrasting with the plain white t-shirt he had on his body leaning against the car.

"Hey." I gave him a shy smile.

"Hi." He pushed his shades of his eyes finally allowing me to see the green orbs. I watched as he opened the door for me, something he had done yesterday too.

I climbed onto the passenger's seat observing as he passed in front of the car to the driver's seat. His lower lip was in between his teeth and a light frown decorated his forehead. He looked deep in thought.

"So..." His eyes fixed on the road when in the car. "Where do you wanna go?"

"I don't know." I shrugged.

"That's a good place." He clicked his tongue on the roof of his mouth.

"I'm kinda hungry." I confessed.

"Didn't you just have lunch?" He raised his brows at me.

"I didn't actually."

"It's two already, what were you doing that stopped you from eating? Sleep?"

"I was reading the scrip of OUR movie." I rolled my eyes at his mocking tone. "In case you forgot that's why we're here."

"Oh I haven't, believe me." He started driving.

"You're so rude." I huffed resting my head against the window still clueless about our destination.

"You're the first one to think that so the problem might not be mine." He glanced to the rear mirror to change lines.

"Where you going?" I decided to ignore his previous comment.

"Eating." He simply stated.

"Haven't you eaten?"

"I have, but I don't want you to faint in my leather seat." He pointed out.

"I really don't understand how you have so many fans..."

"Is that supposed to offend me?" His head turned to me slightly. My sentence was intended to be just a thought...

"I'm just saying I thought you were nicer according to the massive fan base you have." I shrugged.

"I am nice."

"Not really." I shook my head.

"You don't even know me." His voice annoyed.

"I tried to but you were all 'I'm a popstar so I won't even bother'." I tried to mock a male's voice.

"First: that was a terrible impersonation and second: I was not, that's called a defensive attitude. In case you haven't realized I have a lot of people trying to get to me for other reasons than wanting to know me so I'm not trusting the first person that comes in my way." His voice raised slightly.

"Why would I try to get something for you? I'm sorry to disappoint you but you have nothing that could possibly interest me." I reasoned.

"Is that so?" His eyes darted to me.

"Yeah. My dad has a lot of money too and he's in the government, I could get anything that I want just by snapping my fingers. If anyone would have some personal interest it'd be you." I crossed my arm trying to prove a point.

"You have quite a mouth haven't you?" His british accent ticker while smirking at me.

"Not really, you're just pissing me off." I tossed.

"I can already predict we'll get along very well." He commented sarcastically.

That's what I've been thinking since I met Harry yesterday. I had hoped it was just a wrong first impressing I had had of him but now I realize he's just like that the entire time. He may be in it against his will but if he thinks he'll make me drop it he's wrong, there's no way I'm giving up on my career for a spoiled little boy who thinks he's the best just because he can put his vocal chords to good use.

"Where are you going by the way?" I asked when he slowed down, stopping in a dark corner in between two buildings. "You're not going to rape me are you?" I half-joked.

"That is something you should never ask your raptor but no, as much as you wished for that to happen we're just going to feed you." He explained.

"Where are you going?" I pushed him by the jacket when he was about to open a grey door in the back of a brick building.

"It's vintage." He gasped removing my hand from the precious jacket. "And I've told you we're going to a restaurant." Harry glared at me.

"What is this place?" I held on to his jacket again this time not that tight. He didn't complain.

"A restaurant, see?" He pointed at the tables and waiters serving food in an extremely normal, and cute I must add, restaurant.

"Why did you got in from the back door without even knocking or anything?" I crossed my arms in front of my chest.

"Why do you always ask so many questions? It's annoying."He groaned shrugging his jacket off. "Fine! I never get from the front door in any restaurant because you know perks of my job and second my cousin is the owner so..." He explained when I ignored his first statement.

"Oh." I replied picking at my nails.

"Harry!" A tall blonde squealed, her heels' click heard from distance. I watched as she clung onto Harry neck, too excited to see him. She's definitely tall, even than Harry and definitely taller than me. Is she his girlfriend? She certainly fills the type, tall, shiny blonde hair, beautiful but a lot older than Harry, she's probably in her thirties even though from what I've read that's not a problem to him.



"Hey Denise." He kissed her cheek. Humm...

"What brings you here at this time?" She squeezed his shoulder happily.

"I uh..."

"Are you trying to steal my wife?" A man leaned against the door frame carrying a little blonde girl bouncing on his lap. Wife?



"Nothing I haven't thought before." Harry chuckled deeply. That's new.

"Bella would certainly not like it, would you baby girl?" The man poked the baby on her stomach. I'm so clueless here.



"And who's this cute girl?" Denise, I think that's her name, stared at me from head to toe.

"This is uh Sophia." Harry seemed to finally take in my presence in the middle of this.

"Is she your girlfriend?" Her pitchy voice causing me to wince.

"Definitely not!" I instantly replied before rephrasing. "I mean no, we're not dating." My eyes diverted to Harry who was watching me attentively with a frown.

"Well that's a shame. I'm Denise by the way, this is Jonah and Bella, my husband and our baby." She explained, allowing me to pull the pieces together.

"I'm Harry's cousin." Jonah gave me his hand to shake allowing the girl Bella the opportunity to pull my hair.

"Bella!" Denise tried to correct. "I'm sorry, she's a bit obsessed with brunettes." She explained.

"It's okay." I shrugged caressing the girl's hand who giggled and hid her face cutely in her father's neck. "That's a weird obsession." I laughed.

"Well she spends most of the time with me so I guess she finds it weird when other woman who have another air color. She used to pull Harry's hair all the time." Denise explained dramatically watching Harry making silly face to the baby girl.

"So why are you here exactly?" Jonah changed the subject.

"I brought Sophia to lunch." He pointed at me.

"Oh so this is a date then?" Denise winked at me not so discretely. For someone who's familiar with a celebrity she certainly likes gossip much.

"No, we're uh... well..." Harry seemed to struggle with the words.

"Ohh you're the movie girl!" Denise finally guessed. I'm surprise she knew though.

"Humm yeah." I replied shyly.

"I think you're scaring her Den." Her husband spoke probably used to her big mouth already

"Oh I certainly didn't mean to." She hurried to say but I waved her off.

Eventually they got us a quiet table and excused themselves not before Denise shot me a huge grin.

"I'm sorry for Denise, she can be quite uh well I don't even know what word to use." Harry smiled shaking his head.

"It's okay, I don't mind."

Shortly after, Jonah arrived with what he claims to be the best dish of the restaurant.
Just when I felt the delicious smell I realized how starving I actually was. He also brought Harry some hot tea since has eaten already.
The food was really delicious when I realized I had eaten half plate in less that five minutes until I heard a slight chuckle.
My head snapped up finding the source of the laugh: Harry. He was watching me with an amused look and wided eyes.

"What?" I couldn't help but blush a little. I must look terrible right now, full mouth and terribly ashamed.

"Do you always eat like that?" Harry tilted his head.

"I'm hungry." I shrugged.

"Yeah I can see that." He stared the plate.

"Have you read the script already?" I asked expecting a negative answer.

"I've started yes. Dylan will be uh hard to play." He confessed.

"Why?" I asked pure curiosity.

"Because I don't know how to be someone other than myself." He shrugged.

"Have you taken acting lessons?" I questioned.

"Nope. Have you?"

"Yeah since I was little." I nodded proudly.

"Did you always knew acting was what you wanted for your future?" His eyes shone a little looking curiously at me.

"Yes, I can't really picture my life any other way." I simply replied.

"But you've never done any movie or something, have you?"

"Unfortunately, no." I shook my head. My eating slowed down a bit since I had to make time to reply to Harry.

"So how do you know that's what you want to do for the rest of your life?" There was no accusation in his eyes, only curiosity.

"I don't know, I never wanted to be anything else." I shot him a really small smile.

"Humm." He sipped on his tea.

"Why?" I questioned. "Are you thinking of dropping the movie?" My heart started to beat rapidly on my chest. He merely blinked. "Please Harry, you're not considering it are you? I've told that's what I want the most, please don't drop it." I practically begged, panic taking the best of me.

"I know jeez, I 'm just kidding. You're reaction was so funny, all 'Harry please, don't do this'." He faked a girlie voice.

"You're so stupid." I dropped his hand I didn't even know I was holding and stood up from the chair.

"Sophia!" Harry called behind me but I was already by the door not bothering to look back. "Sophia wait." He grabbed my hand spooning me around but I harshly pulled away.

"I'm sorry okay!" He yelled making me stop in my tracks. Luckily we were already outside the restaurant.

"I'm not one of the girls you use to date Harry!" I shouted angrily. "I take my career very seriously unlike you."

"I take my career very seriously too, my music career!" He neared his car where I was currently standing.

"Well if you didn't want to do this, then why messing with other people's lives?" I threw my hands in the air.

"Because I practically forced into it, can't you see it?" He glared at me. "I'm not trying to mess with anyone's life. I said I was sorry, it was a terrible joke from me." He sighed.

"Just take me home please." I turned my back to him.

"Sophia I---"

"Please." I pleaded.

"Fine." I saw him roll his eyes from the window of the car but hop in nonetheless.

I climbed in the car too, buckling my seat belt and waiting for him to start driving. Neither of us made any attempt to speak during the drive which I was thankful. Who does he think he is, messing with people's lives like that? If he didn't want this he could do something about it, he's a celebrity after all.
When we reached my house, I merely said goodbye and he replied the same.

I got in passing past Eve straight to my bedroom and locking the door.
I plopped on the bed, screaming into a pillow. Harry's so frustrating, I really can't understand him.
I thought this experience would be different, I'd find a good guy who'd become my friend and our chemistry in the car would be so good, the movie would turn into an international success.
I've dreamed about it so many times that I think Harry being the chosen is kind of a curse.
My throat hurts, I was never the screaming type at all, I barely raise y voice but with Harry it seems to happen in a constant. I don't really understand why but the only plausible reason I find is his asshole personality.

He apologized to me though, more like shouted but still. He tried to do it twice and really looked sorry.
I sighed grabbing my phone from my wallet and texting him before I'd consider not doing it.

To: Harry
Do you want to come over tomorrow and maybe read the script together? x

I stared at the light screen knowing I'd look stupid but I didn't care when he replied a few seconds later.

From: Harry
Yeah, count me in.

I cleared my throat when I realized I was smiling to the phone like a fool. I threw it to the bed and grabbed the script entitled "Serendipity" and started reading where I left it.

Notes

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