Page’s POV
*1 week later*

The offer dawned in the back of my mind at every minute of the day for the past seven days. Everything I thought about somehow circled back to that damned offer.

Like just yesterday when I went to buy groceries and barely had enough money for it all, things like that wouldn’t happen if I took this job.

But the idea of being so close to Harry on a daily basis is what’s putting me off.

The idea of being close to him for so long is just crazy. How do they really expect me to be around him so often without pulling my own hair out or going mentally unstable?

He is so up himself that I don’t understand how they expect anyone to be attracted to him for six whole months.

But then again, I don’t really need to be attracted to him.

I just need to seem like I am.

These thoughts have been the same for a week and since my mom left to go back home I really don’t have a distraction from it.

“I’m going insane already.” I shook my head and stood up from the couch to grab some snacks and my laptop.

Time to do some research.

Once I got comfortable with my computer and snacks spread around me on the couch I got straight to work, seeing what I was going to be compared to if I take this offer.

I opened google and started typing his name to see what would follow it.

Harry Styles and… Kendell Jenner? Holy freaking shit.

There was countless photos of them and articles but out of all the ones that I took the time to read I couldn’t find one that gave an exact reason for their break up. He probably just got sick of her, it sounds like something Harry would do but I’m not blaming him. I met Kendell once and boy was she a handful at that photo-shoot.

Okay next girl on the list.

Harry Styles and… Taylor Swift?! Man this guy gets around some pretty famous freaking people. Why would management want to set him up with a hardly known model like myself?

Again there was plenty of pictures, one of their kiss one New Year’s eve but overall Harry seemed almost distant with both Kendell and Taylor.

Could they be set ups as well?

I’m guessing Taylor wasn’t because he seemed slightly happy with her.

But my god does this kid even know how to smile? The only photos he smiles in is with his band mates or fans but never with whatever girl he’s dating at the time.

Maybe he’s secretly had Botox and can’t smile properly at times? Ha! That would be pretty funny if it was true.

I chuckled slightly as I placed my laptop on the coffee table and stretched out my arms.
Not knowing what the time was, I picked up my phone to check just to find it was only six in the afternoon.

God I’m bored.

I unlocked my phone and scrolled through my contacts looking for someone to talk to.
My thumb stopped scrolling when I came across the number Modest! Management had given me in case I wanted to accept their offer early.

Maybe I should just call and ask for more details?

That’s stupid, if I was going to call for any reason it should be to accept the job and start earning more money than I am now.

Just as I went to push the call button the doorbell rang a few times making me lock my phone and jump off the couch as I ran towards the door all in the space of three seconds.

Good a distraction!

I opened the door fast without a clue as to who it could be just to find a middle aged lady.

Her hair was pulled back neatly in a bun making my messy excuse of a ponytail look pathetic. She hand black oval shaped glasses and obnoxiously bright red lipstick.

“My name is Rebecca. You must be Page.” She looked me up and down in a way that made it seem like she was judging every inch of me in her head.

Screw you lady. I’m comfortable in this so shove off.

“Yes I am. May I ask why you’re here?”

She cleared her throat and shifted her hands making me look down at them. She was holding a thick stack of papers and I could just make out the word ‘Modest!’ on the front.

“I’m part of the management team for Modest! It’s been a week and we really need your answer today.”

Crap.

So much for a distraction from this stuff.

“Oh um do you want to come in?”

She nodded but quickly looked behind her. She motioned with her hands for something that I couldn’t quite understand.

I could hear footsteps coming closer to my front door and before I knew it Harry himself was standing next to Rebecca.

Crap. Again.

I guess this puts a lot more pressure for me to answer now doesn’t it?

He looked me up and down and showed no emotion much like Rebecca had.

“I’m Harry.”

That’s his idea of an introduction?

Notes

Hey guys! I'm Kassandra!

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