Grace's POV:

"What's wrong" Harry asked in his thick British accent,

"Um, I-my foot" I rambled not knowing how to finish,

"Cramps" I finish my sentence still holding my foot in my hands,

He looked down at me with pity in his eyes which for a moment made me feel guilty,

"Is there someone with you here" he asks searching behind me, "nope. I'm all alone" I say.

"Oh" he said, "I can drop you if you want" he says.

"Oh no I have my car outside, if you can just help me reach there..." I trail off looking down,

"Sure" he says showing his dimples.

He helps me reach out in the parking lot. But I had parked my car a little far away from here so no one could see me or him. I looked in all the corners just to make sure no crazy fan girl or paparazzi were following us. All the paparazzi were taking pics and videos of this crazy fan girl who was narrating her story of how she got her tickets. So none of them noticed me and Harry leaving.

"Where is your car?" Harry asked concern in his voice,
"Just a little further" I told him still clinging onto him for support.

And I wouldn't lie when I say that his cologne smelled really nice. After a walk of 10 minutes we finally reached my car. I sighed in relief.
"this is my car" I announce while he nods taking me towards it.
Okay now, all I have to do is get him inside that car.

"here is the key" I hand it to him while he unlocks it,

"Um can you please open the back door and put this inside" I hand him my bag, while he nods. He opens the door and as I had planned slips on the sticky thing that I had put there earlier and he lands half inside the car and half outside.

"Ouch" he whines sitting straight in the car rubbing his elbows.
I took that as an opportunity to close the door and got in the driver's seat and locked the car.

"what the hell are you doing?" Harry asks while I turn towards him,

"I'm really sorry but I have no other option" I say while he looks at me with confusion evident in his eyes.

"Open this door and let me go" he yells,

"Oh! Harry why would I do that?" I say, he continues yelling and banging on the windows like that would help, no one could hear or see us. I had almost black shade windows by which no one could see who's inside and not even hear us because they were really thick.

"Look Harry, this car is mine and it is really expensive so please don't try to destroy it" I say to him while he glares at me,

I take the duct tape on the side and open it up and try to tie him up with it, but it was not at all easy as he kept moving.

I sat on top of him making it unable for him to move and I tied him up with duct tape to the car so he couldn't move and then put his hands in the hand cuffs and locked it up. I did this all without hurting him and whenever I mistakenly hurt him I kept apologizing while he continued to glare at me. And at last I put duct tape to his mouth so that he wouldn't scream.

"Why are you doing this?" he yelled before I put the duct tape to his mouth,

"As I said before since I have no other option I'm doing this" I said to him and then came back to the driver's seat and looked back at him making sure he couldn't move or anything. Once I was sure I started driving. I kept looking back to make sure he was alright.

He still continued to yell but because of the duct tape all of it were muffled but I could still understand what he meant to say,

"what do you want from me?" he yelled.

"Okay, so listen. The problem is my parents. They want me to get married to this guy whom I don't even know just because he's rich. To my parents all that matters is being rich. But I have different plans, I want to go to New York and become a successful model and live there happily. I don't want to marry that guy. I don't even know him. And I'm sure all he is interested in money and nothing else!" I say

"So what does that all have to do with me?" Harry yells,

"Calm down grasshopper" I chuckle,

"Okay so what I'm saying is that my parents won't listen to me when I reject all the marriage proposal. But, if I tell them that I'm already in a relationship with a rich guy they might take that and cancel my wedding. So, I thought if only you would pretend to be my boyfriend for like a month maybe then that would really help me." I look back at him through the mirror to see a shocked expression on his face.

"Nooo! I won't do it" he exclaims,

"Please?!" I ask while he shakes his head no. "Look just for a month pretend to be my boyfriend so they'll cancel my wedding and then once they have that I'm in a relationship with you, I'll tell them that we both are gonna go to New York together so they'll allow me to go there. And then you can go carry on with your music career here while I'll go to New York all by myself" I explain the plan to him

"What is the point in doing all this?" he asks.

"The point is that my wedding would get cancelled and I can go to the place that I'd dreamed of since a child" I tell him.

"Why me?" he asks

"Well lets see there are many reasons to that. You're British. You have a successful career. You're a gorgeous person and you're rich too. And these are the qualities my parents look for in a boy and you have all of them. So they would accept our relationship and cancel my wedding with that other guy.." I finish while he nods,

"So you'll do it?" I ask him hopefully.

"No, never" He says through gritted teeth, "Let me go, woman. What about my concerts and my tour?" he asks while I smirk,

"Don't pull that card on me Styles. As far as the concerts are concerned, today was the last concert of this month. And the next concert will start in the middle of next month and by that time you'd be free to go. The tour will start only after 4 more months." I smile in victory looking up at him.

Notes

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