Chapter 5:

Chapter 5

•Taylors POV•

"Thank you," My gritted teeth seethes out to the doorman. The December air is slowly seeping through my thick jacket so the warm restaurant air feels good for once. I'm suppose to be meeting Harry here to discuss when the wedding is so we don't just walk in and get married without even a proper dinner, as my parents say. Our seat is reserved in the back, without Harry being present which is expected. I hope he can't make it..

I sit down across the small two-chair dining table that is elegantly set with a romantic setting of candles, wine, and slow music playing in the background. It'd be perfect if I had a guy i actually liked with me so I could enjoy it instead of Harry. Suddenly the front entrance is rattled with flashes of cameras from outside then the sound of people screaming, a sign of Harrys arrival. I roll my eyes, pretending to look at something intently at my phone. I hear the waiter lead him up to our table to which I look up. He sports a blazer with a unbuttoned dress shirt and jeans, simple yet hot. Despite being a jerk, he's one attractive jerk.

"Hi," I say, pasting a fake smile on my face. He looks down questioningly before flopping down in the seat. I've decided to be decent to him, for the better good of both of us. Maybe he'll do the same and at the very least be considerate.

"That it?" He says, ordering a glass of wine for the both of us. Don't lose your temper, he's trying to get a rise out of you.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Hello, Mr. Styles, how do you do? Are you good, because I truly care." I smirk with a load of sarcasm tainting my lips. He smirks back in arrogance.

"So, down to business, when do you want this arranged wedding to be?" He states plainly as if it tastes bad on his tongue.

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Soon we have eaten our food and have decided on the date in two weeks to get it over with since we both want it done. Harry places his napkin on his plate with a filling sigh. His shirt comes up as he stretches enough that the band of his boxers show. My breath hitches in my throat for a moment with butterflies. He didn't lose his arrogant tone of voice despite a few mocking jokes.

"Why did you agree to this anyway?" I say finally after the silence sets in, leaving the music to drown on and on. He looks up at me in my eyes which send me staring back down at my plate.

He shrugs, "My father said I had to have a wife in able to inherit his social empire. I basically know why you did, considering your fathers film and of course, me." He yawns as if bored by the whole thing. My lips press together firmly.

"Ha, you? You think I actually would marry you by choice? Look yourself in the mirror before you go around flaunting yourself."

"Oh I do. And I apparently look pretty good judging by the way you keep checking me out." His tone is suggestive, arrogant, discomforting. I roll my eyes and tuck my head down in an attempt to hide my blush under my bangs. I regain my composure suddenly.

"Excuse me, in no way was I-" My eyes suddenly interested by every single part of him. I swallow. "-checking you out."

"Okay, okay.." He trails, sending a wink I never acknowledge as I act as if I'm getting a text message. Which I am, from Ed.

From: Ed

Hows it going?

"Oh, and just so you know, you're going to have to break up with your precious little boyfriend after our wedding." He adds causing me to raise my eyebrow up at him and scoff.

"Who, Ed?" I start with a voluntary laugh. "First of all, Ed is not my boyfriend. And two, why do you care if we stay out of eachothers way?"

"Because I don't share."

"Ironic.." I mutter under my breath. The fact he beds a girl every few nights is hard to believe that he doesn't 'share'. "Share what? Your fake wife?" I add a little louder so he can hear.

"Whichever. I won't be mocked by my costars for my lover who hangs out with another guy on the weekend while I'm away."

"Don't call me your lover and like i won't be when your plastered on every newspaper saying that you slept with so-and-so." My voice coming off harsh and accusing.

"No because you have no take in this. You'll have to share, whether you want to or not because of you daddy's little movie in which I could quit and find myself a new mistress." He says blissfully with an all knowing smile that makes me cringe. I stand with a huff of air.

"Thank you for dinner, Styles', but I have to- uh go." I stumble but he stands next to me.

"Well we better exit at the same time or i'll get blind flack for letting my date walk out ahead of me. Here." He links our arms together and begins to walk before I register what's happening so in basically being dragged out. At the last minute I get myself together as I'm suddenly blinded by cameras. I feel like a deer in headlights, causing my heels to dig into the concrete at my feet in stillness. "Taylor! Taylor, come o- c'here. Over here!" I hear Harry call over the shouts of the paps but I can't move, I'm frozen. Suddenly I'm jerked forward by a hand and into a black Suburdan headed by Harry.

"I swear, you'd think you've never seen paparazzi before..." He groans, hitting the gas hard which sends the car spiraling forward.

"Maybe because I havent. I'm not famous, remember?" I say with a tinge of sass, still shaken up.

How am I suppose to be married to this guy if I can barely have a civilized dinner with him. This is gonna be a long year.

•• A/N••

Sorry for the late update, my grandma went to the hospital and practice ran late. Love ya! x