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The clock strikes eight in the evening. Harry, still has his eyes on the screen of the laptop on the table and his fingers on the keyboard, finishing his article from the last week task. He does not mind getting new task every day. For him, it just helps him to improve his writing to be better than before and he got to admit, he loves it. He loves writing. That's why he chose journalism as his major course at the first place. Sometimes, he even considers on writing a book. He wants to be like John Green. A man that can write love stories perfectly. He reads every Mr Green's books. You name it.. Dakota Days, An Abundance of Katherines, The Fault in Our Star, Paper Town. People might think, well people always think of him in any way but screw them! His words. He wants to learn how to write like his idol. Even though his lecturers say that he's good, but Harry does not think good is enough. It is not enough to be good, he wants to be the best! Then maybe he will be satisfied with his writing. For him, reading John Green's books over and over again, helping him a lot. Maybe one day, there will be a book at a book store that says Harry E Styles on it.

He taps the enter button, closes all the tabs before he refreshes the screen and shuts down the laptop. He sighs, drops his back on the chair, stretching his arms upwards with a yawn escapes from his wide open mouth. He stands up from the chair, automatically pushes the chair moves backwards. He grabs the keys from the table on his new task envelope. He sets his gaze on the light brown color envelope, cocks his head to a side a little. He lifts the envelope and examine it. His brain starts to think.

Katelyn Van Dees.

Fancy name. Definitely a girl.

He feels like he has heard the name before. He tilts his head a bit, his eyes looks up to the ceiling. He almost gets it... almost...

Almost...

Aha! Her name was mentioned in some news channel before. What's about her?

Van Dees.

Isn't that one of the names that listed in The Most Successful Business Men in The World?

He remembers writing article about it and yes, he could have sworn that the name came in as the fifth place on the list. He shrugs one of his shoulder before he slides the envelope under his armpit and rushes to the exit door.

"Styles!" He turns his head and a helmet flies towards his face that luckily his hands capture it before it smashes to his face. He brings the helmet to his side, one of the corners of his mouth is curled tight as his eyes glare at the security guard. He raises his hands and says his goodbye to forty years old Curt. He makes his way to his motorcycle, he slips the helmet onto his head and buckles up the belt then he sits on the leather seat. He puts the key into the ignition and turn its on to the right before he uses leg starter to turn his beloved motorcycle on. (A/N I was going to write 'turn his beloved Sally on' but that sounds so weird lol) He changes to the first gear, slowly he pulls out of the parking lot and speeds up to the second gear. He bobs his head, singing a tune in his mind while his eyes focus on the road; sometimes wander around, looking at lights of the city at night and feeling how the night breeze passing through his flannel wrapped body.

BAM!

A sound of glass crushing echos his ears and the next thing he knows, his motorcycle falls to his left side and brings him down with it. Luckily, he is fast enough to place his foot on the ground and support the weight of his 'Sally' and his body. He lowers his eye contact to 'Sally', pushes his body forward and his wide open eyes look down at the front side of his motorcycle and find the glass of his motorcycle's front light is shattered into pieces that fall to the ground. He gasps, his green eyes fill with rage and he feels the heat of his burning eyes reaches his ears as anger takes over his body. He snaps his head to find who the motherⓕuker is. He sees a red BMW, three series... probably five series.

"Filthy rich asshⓞle!"

He hisses in his mind.

"You messed with my Sally!" He yells as if the person he is mad at can hear it.

He hops off his bike and pulls out its stand. He makes his way to the driver side and hammers his fist against the tinted mirror.

"Yo mate, open up!" He scolds, his eyebrows knits together; showing a anger facial expression on his face. He hears a sound of click, he steps back; giving the driver a space to open the door as his hands make their to his side, forming a tight fist.

He is about to raise his voice, ready to let all the bad words he knows come out rapidly but he find himself freezes, not moving a muscle. Even his mouth hangs open. His eyes that a few minutes ago were filled with vexation, now soften; somehow filled with admiration. He does double take at the person in front of him. He blinks his eyes a few times to make sure he sees what he thinks he sees. A blond haired lady, hair falls down to her shoulder; wearing a tight dark blue jeans and a LA Packers jacket with a plain black shirt underneath who has her arms crossed in front of her chest. She tilts her chin up a little, her face doesn't hold any emotions.

"If you're done checking me out, can I ask you what do you want?" she says with that foreign accent, he notices. But back to the question she asks..

I want...

I want....

I want that car because damn!

Harry shakes his head then clears his throat, setting his eyes on the lady again.

"You broke my front light mirror" He states the obvious, pointing at the broken glass.

"As far as I know, you're the one who hit the back of my car"

What? He thinks to himself.

"Because you stopped in the middle of the road, which people drive and ride through it" he remarks, making 'that's right, I said it' face and copying her body language.

"I turned on my emergency lights which every driver and rider can see it -- but you" she simply sasses back and in such a relaxing and calming way. Her face remains the same; no emotion.

"I want you to pay for it!" He raises his voice, pulls his eyebrows together and stares at her, showing his mad face.

"I won't because it is clearly your fault" she cocks both of her eyebrows, challenging him by stepping forward. He is taken back by her action, his eyes slowly ease its gaze but he realizes he will not be soft for this arrogant, stubborn head hazel eyes lady.

Did I just? He questions himself.

He decides to take a step forward to her, making she looks up at his face because he's five feet eleven, he uncrosses his arms and brings his left hand to his side but holds out his right hand to the girl, index finger points straight at her.

"Listen you sharp mouth lady, you better pay for it or --"

"I'm not afraid by your threat or promise and do not call me that" With a strict tone, she responds as she wraps her hand around Harry's finger and pulls his hand down to his side. Harry cannot help but feel his body loosens and relax by the warm of her soft hand. Her face starts showing emotions, annoyance and a little anger.

"You bolshy pigheaded lady, you're testing my patience!"His choice of word shocks her, causing her to suck a breath with her mouth just a tiny bit open but her eyes shows her stun state.

"You want me to pay? Fine!" She replies, her teeth pushing together. She opens up the door and grabs her purse from under the driver seat. She takes out an amount of money of five hundred pound sterling, throws her purse back in to car and hands him the money. His jaw drops, almost as wide as his eyes open. He gapes at the money before his hand reaches closer to the money and take it.

He counts it and he let out a laugh, his dimples are shown.

"This is five hundred pound, the damage only causes about a two hundred and fifty" He continues his laugh, ignoring the smirk on the lady's face.

"Imma show you what the other half for" She walks towards the trunk of her car, opens it up and takes out a shinny pink steering wheel lock. His eyes follow every of her moves as the laugh slowly fades away and his mouth bit by bit forms a straight line with a tad gap. She slowly walks backwards, heading to back side of Harry's motorcycle. She sends him a smile full of mischief before she swings the steering wheel lock and smash the back light of his bike.

Hit once!

Hit twice!

Strike!

Her movement is too fast even Harry cannot stop it. He feels like his feet is glues on the ground as the very tragic scene happens before his eyes. As the girl makes her way back to her car to keep the heavy metal, Harry stares at his bike with his mouth agape, his feet take a step by step, closer and closer to his bike while his eyes just gawk at the back light mirror. He finally stops at the place where the disastrous scene happens, he drops to his knees, he still can't process what just happened. His eyes just too focus on broken glass, Harry's mouth drops open, but he makes no response.. no even single word comes out from his mouth.

"You little -" well, not even a full sentence leaves Harry's mouth, a car takes the empty spot behind him. He turns his head just to shut his eyes back because of the bright head lights spots at him. Then the car is turned off and two people comes out from either side, the driver and the passenger side.

"Oh my god Kate! Are you okay?" a male voice echos, follows by a female voice

"Kate!"

Harry stands up from the cold hard ground, wiping the back of his jeans and walking towards the crazy blonde -- his words. He stops in his track when he notices, one brown haired guy dressed all fancy hugs the blonde witch -- his words again and a girl who also has a brown hair, well dressed holding her hand tight. They both whisper something to each other, looking at her face with concern expression plaster on their faces. The guy finally let go of 'Kate' and snaps his head towards Harry, making the other two girls do the same. Discomfort fills in the environment, Harry does not want to show that but he accidentally gulps so obviously, the gesture betrays his momentary awkwardness. He makes eye contact with them, one by one then back at the blonde girl.

"You mental!" The first words that he can comes up with after the shocking then the awkward moment.

He hurriedly makes his way to the witch only to get stopped by the brown haired guy as he steps in front of her.

"I need to ask you to back off" He notices the accent, the same accent as the witch has.

Great! Her friends are here.

"Back off? Your girlfriend didn't back off when she smashes the back light of my bike, practically destroyed my Sal -- my bike!"

"My girlf-- dude, please calm down and we can settle this in a good way"

"Good way? Good way you say?! Your crazy girlfriend right there already did the bad way" he bursts out again.

As the tension kicks in, 'Kate' all of a sudden let out a loud laugh; shocking all of them especially Harry.

"See dude, your girlfriend is crazy!"

"Um sir -- Mister, I would like to apology on behalf of my friend here. She never -- has never done this before and I'm sure she has reason to act so irresponsible. I apologize" she smile apologetically, moves her eyes back to her still laughing friend. Harry feels his heart warm by the sincere apology from the girl, his mouth almost draws a smile as the witch's laugh still on going.

Now this girl has a brain. She knows how to apologize, unlike the other donkeys.

"Kate, stop" the brunette girl scolds her friend but fails as a soft chuckle escapes from her mouth, she quickly covers her mouth; shifting gaze from 'Kate' to Harry then to the other guy but Harry has his eyes on her. Kate's laugh finally fades, she drops her head on the guy's shoulder with eyes half closed and a lazy smile on.

"Dude, I'm sorry -- very very sorry for what she's done. Let me compensate you for the trouble. VD, what have you done?" he scolds at the girl next to him a low tone. is about to take out his wallet from his pocket but Harry stops him by raising his hand in front of him.

"No.. no it's okay. She already gave me." He points at the ground, the money that he forgets he drops when the startling incident happened. The girl drops to her knees to pick the money and hands it to Harry with a small smile. Harry happily takes it because of the girl of course.

"Now that it is solved, let's get you home Katelyn!" the boyfriend cheerfully states as he wraps her arms around her shoulder and walks her towards his car. On the other hand, the girl opens her friend's car and takes the key out of the ignition and closes the door back.

"I'm very sorry for Katelyn's behavior, she had a rough night. I'm sorry Mister --?"

"Harry. Call me Harry"

She echos his name in a whisper tone, nodding her head and smiling at him before she walks to her friends.

"Hurry up Lucy!"

Lucy... Lucy...

Harry smiles at the name. Pretty name for a pretty lady. Ugly name for a crazy witch.(A/N I'm sorry if your name is Katelyn, I just want to show that he is not over the incident).

He shakes his head before calling out the guy.

"Mate! if I were you, I broke up with her already. You girlfriend is mental!" he playfully says with a chuckle follows afterwards.

"She's not -- nevermind, It's Jace by the way and have a good evening dude!" Jace retorts, waving his hand before he gets in the car and speed off from the street.

"Good evening? Good evening my ass" he sighs, staring at his bike. He sits on the ground, next to his motorcycle. He pulls out his phone from his pocket and dials his roommate's number.

"Hello?"

"Zayn, could you pick me up?"

"What? What happened to your Sally?" he mocks Harry, making him rolls his eyes and let out a deep sigh.

He hears a shuffling and a key jiggling sound, knowing his best mate is on his way to pick him up.

"Long ass story, I'll tell you later"

"Okay, I'm on my way" then he hangs up.

Harry keeps his phone back in the pocket of his jeans, turning his head towards his Sally. Staring at Sally with a sad expression on his face, wondering why does his faith have to be like this. He gazes at his bike too long that his brain starts processing the conversation he has minutes ago.

Kate!

VD, what have you done?

Let's get you home Katelyn!

I'm sorry for Katelyn's behavior

He snaps his head in realization and blinks his eyes a few times as he puts two and two together.

Could they be the same person?

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Heyya!!! Did you like it, did you did you????!

I'm happy that I finally can publish this chapter. Last week was hectic! Tell me your thoughts on this chapter and if you have any prediction for the story, comment!!! Please vote, comment and spread the news!!!! Any errors will be fixed! I love all of your darlings! Till next chapter!

jaz x.