Harry:

It's about to be midday, which means I'm late. Since Zayn asked me to visit him in the morning.

But it was intentional. I'm not a dog to follow what he say precisely.

I may have done nothing but follow his orders, but NOT precisely. Big difference.

I took my way to his mansion as he  texted me the address, in my new Impala, kinda wanting to show Mr. Malik that I'm not poor.

But I was shocked when I got to his driveway,

I saw six new cars sitting there in all glory that I kinda felt ashamed of my own.

Zayn 1 Harry 0 (pre-match.) 

Anyway, I tried to ignore that as I walked to his door and knocked twice, rather strong,

A woman, probably in her forties opened the door,

She smiled politely at me, "How can I help you, ma'am?"

I was about to answer when I heard the ma'am part.

"What! I'm a man." I frowned.

She looked at me up and down, I was wearing skin tied white pants with a floral shirt, sunglasses on my eyes while my hair was falling naturally in waves on my shoulders. And a gum was in my mouth.

I mean I'm not confused about my gender or sexuality, so I don't appreciate her calling me by women's titles.

"Oh my Lord, I'm so sorry sir, but you kinda look um.. where's your..I mean.." she started stuttering stupidly.

Maybe she's related to Zayn.

"I have a meeting with Zayn." I cut her meaningless stutters.

Did I just say a meeting? I'm feeling like a business man.

"Yes, sir. He's been waiting for you. This way please."

She gestured for me to get in, and I swore I was in the finest palace in the world.

And when she walked me to the living room, it was even fancier.

Maybe Zayn is richer than I thought.

"Take a seat, please. Mr. Malik will be here in a couple of minutes."

I looked at my surroundings before I sat down, and God this is comfortable.

I let a small moan at the feeling of the expensive leather.

"Too early for that," I heard Zayn's voice from behind me, making me jump a little.

"What?" I dumbly asked.

"What?" He repeated after me and smirked, while he sat next to me on the large sofa.

"I'm glad you could make it," he uttered with a smile, "I thought you've changed your mind, you're late."

I faked a laugh, "Yeah, like you gave me a choice."

He didn't answer but he got close to my face, his eyes searching every detail in my face.

What is he doing?

I moved a little back so we wouldn't touch, and he kept staring at me.

"What's wrong?" I squeezed out, his minty breath was fanning my face like a feather.

"I've never seen your face in the daylight. It's beautiful."

I cleared my throat, feeling my face getting hot.

Shit, what a weirdo.

"Yeah.. thanks I guees?" I mumbled,

Harry where's your witty comeback, like 'hell yeah I'm really beautiful, dumb of you to just see it now' or some shit.

"Anyway, um.. you asked me to come here for a reason right? I mean you could've stared at me in the club." I asked him wittily, seeing he was staring.

He laughed so loudly, like literally  throwing his head back and all.

No one has found me funny before. Maybe this isn't a bad idea.

"You're right. I want to discuss our marriage." He said, still smiling.

*fake marriage, I wanted to point out but stopped myself instead I said,

"Sure, go ahead." I nodded.

"So basically, you just have to live here in my house and wear my ring on your right hand, for now," he uttered.

"That's it?" That's pretty simple.

"And of course we have to act like a loving couple in front of people, specially my family." He continued.

"So we have to like... kiss?" I just wanted to make sure, you know.

"Yes."

My stomach did a flip just thinking about his lips on me. I looked at them for a second, they looked so kissable and full.

At least I won't feel gross kissing him.

"Stop looking at my lips." He demanded, taking me back to earth.

"Excuse me, I wasn't." I adjusted my hair nervously.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

Zayn 2 Harry 0 (Game's on.)

'WhAtEvEr HeLpS yOu SlEeP aT nIgHt blah FUCKER.' I cursed him in my mind.

"I'll get the contract for you to sign," he mumbled, opening a drawer next to where we we're sitting.

"There's a contract?" So this is really a fake marriage.

"Yeah, to make sure you don't break my rules while we're together."

'There're rules?' I thought.

He handed it to me with a pen, and I started reading it.

Basically everything he said was here but one condition caught my eyes,

"No working on the strip club?" I asked him in disbelief.

He nodded,

"What the fuck! you really think I'm gonna do that? I agreed to this fake ass marriage just so Louis won't kick me out of the club, and you're saying I can't go there?! Then no deal sir." I gestured with my hands, probably looking like an angry drag queen.

"Wow, keep calm and read further."

I paused for a second, but anyway, continued reading and there's 'No hooking up'

What the actual fuck!!!

I looked at him, angry again, and he pointed at the paper, like he's saying keep reading.

I read until I found that the contract is for two months only, so no stripping, no fucking only for two months..okay I think I can handle that.

"So are you calm now?" He moved a strand of hair out of my eyes with his heavily tattooed hand, and then started tracing my cheek softly.

"So this would only last for two months?" I repeated what I read, just for confirmation.

"Yeah, but mind you, if you broke a condition you'd be punished."

I left my face up to look at his eyes, he was smiling softly while his hand still moving up and down my cheek.

I wanted to ask but knowing his crazy mind, I knew I didn't wanna know the answer.    

"Anyway," he spoke, stopping my thoughts, "You have to meet my family tomorrow."

I started to feel a bit nervous.

"Okay, when and where?" I tried to act as cool as I can.

"You just come here at 7 p.m. and we'll go together."

"Alright, do they know I am a stripper?"

"No."

"Are you planning on telling them?"

"No."

"Are you ashamed of me??"

"No."

"Stop saying the same fucking word!" I lost it finally with his robot-like answers.

"I'm answering you babe." He moved his hand through his hair, smirking innocently.

If that's not a thing, Zayn invented it. 

"Okay, so if you're not ashamed of me, why won't you tell your parents?"

"I'm ashamed of your job, Styles. But you, never." He explained and I shook my head in disagreement.

"You dudes are weird, you won't marry a stripper, you don't wanna be seen with one, but yet you spend half of your nights there at the strip club, with strippers."

He laughed again,

"Okay I'm not telling you a joke this time psycho." I frowned a bit, although it's kinda hard when he's laughing.

"You're cute, Styles. I think we're gonna work well together."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night." I mimicked what he said earlier, smiling.

Zayn 2 Harry 10000 (Ha take that!) 

He was about to say something, when we heard a voice,

"I brought you chicken nuggets, as you.. oh!"

A guy got inside the living room, he has short brown hair, with abs popping out his shirt. He was a drool worthy. And he was standing here looking at me in shook.

"Hello Liam, come in," Zayn greeted the handsome fella.

Okay, I know I am so beautiful and all but why is he still staring at me.

"Is that him?" Liam asked Zayn, and the way he spat 'him' was surely saying something bad.

"Yeah, meet Harry Styles, soon to be Harry Malik."

He sounded proud, and I can't lie and say that didn't touch me. No one has ever been proud of me, well except of when I gave really good head, but that's a different thing.

"He looks like a whore!" Liam shit let out.

I put one leg above the other, and continued to chew my gum slowly.

It's not like I'm not really a whore. Of course I don't like being called one, but I won't give anyone the satisfaction that I got offended being called that.

But hell, I didn't even know who he was, and yet he was calling me that!

How in banana's sake was he assuming I'm a whore from how I look?

But what surprised me was Zayn's reaction,

"What did you just call him?" Zayn stood up, he sounded so like a ticking bomb.

"I mean Zayn, look at him, he's really here looking like a fucking bitch. No wonder he takes it up the ass."

As soon as Liam finished his sentence, the table in front of us was flying across the room, Zayn had thrown it.

"HOW DARE YOU CALL HIM THAT?" He scremed at Liam and I felt kinda scared.

What the fuck has I gotten myself into?

I stood up as quickly as I can, ignoring my fear, putting my hands on Zayn's shoulder to prevent him from getting to Liam. God knows what would happen.

"Zayn, hey, it's fine.. hey look at me," I put my hands on his neck to calm him down, but he was quick to shake them off.

Yeah I forgot! No touching policy.

I have to read the contract again to see if that's mentioned.

Zayn was still looking at Liam, his eyes firing up, dark, hard, scary.

While Liam looked like a sad, disappointed friend.

"Apologize!"

It took me a second to realize what Zayn's said, and I was sure Liam too.

"Zayn, it's okay, nothing really happe.." I tried to speak but Zayn screamed again.

"APOLOGIZE!"

I flinched while Liam mumbled "Sorry."

"Say, I'm sorry Harry!" Zayn continued.

"Hey Zayn you need to stop," I told him, my voice a bit louder.

It looked like I was not talking, he was still staring harshly at Liam who said,

"I'm sorry, Harry."

And then he left the room immediately.

Zayn sat down again, and calmly grapped the paper that held the contract, and handing me a pen, very much like he did a couple of minutes ago.

"Sign, please." He requested.

"What the hell was that, Zayn? Why did you do that?" How could he act so calm, like he hadn't just broken a table, or his friend's heart. Probably not sure of this one. Not sure if that Liam was his friend. He sounded like one.

"Did what?" He questioned and I truly believed he's a crazy person now.

"Don't act dumb with me, who's this Liam, why did you say that to him?"

"I'll tell you, sign first." He repeated.

"For fuck's sake!" I, irritated, signed quickly, just beside his name.

"Now tell me,"

He folded the contract, putting it back in the drawer then he locked it.

"Liam is my friend,"

"But now you're my betrothed, and no one would ever dare to say a word to you as long as I'm alive."

Why did he sound like this isn't a fake marriage?

That made me wonder, is it?

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