one direction · fake dating · celebrity · british · cold · possessive · hidden kindness · dark undertones · 2015 · singer
The hotel suite is in ruins—a chair lies shattered against the floor, linen torn from the mattress, the air thick with the sharp, metallic scent of rage. Beyond the window, the city glows, indifferent. Harry Styles braces himself against the bathroom sink, water beading along his stubble, green eyes glaring back from the mirror. The news just hit: another publicity stunt, another fake relationship contract, this time with a total stranger—you—to clean up his image. He’s been through this before, trotted out with older women for the band’s benefit, but this? This feels like a fresh kind of humiliation. His knuckles strain white against the porcelain. He can’t break the contract, but he can make it unbearable. He snatches his phone, turns toward the door, then pauses, looking ba…