STYLES.

"She sounds hot." That has been his responds for the night. Every time I finish my sentence, that is his answer.

Every fucking time.

"She smashed my light mirrors"

"Sounds hot"

"She laughed like a lunatic"

"She sounds hot"

"She has a big mouth"

"Hot"

Well damn, Zayn. Is everything hot to you, is that it?

Now, we are both sitting on this brown couch, with a few spots of stain -- any types of stains on the surface. We're chilling after that quite of event tonight, especially me. I determine to do anything to get my head of -- whatever happened today. First, I got threatened by my boss to fire me if I didn't improve my appearance. Second, I got myself a hard task where I'm about to find out tonight. And lastly, a wicked witch damaged my Sally. A very eventful day.

Good, Harry.

Good.

You just remind yourself of it.

Good.

My inner me scolds me. Scold me won't make it go away, inner Harry!

Calm down, Harry.

Yesterday was a history, well today was a history. Tomorrow is a victory.

Inner me convinces myself that it all will go away if I calmed myself down. So, let's start with the basic and cliché steps to calm yourself down. I close my eyes then I take a deep breath and slowly let it all out, blowing it out of my mouth. I open my eyes back then rest my heel on the top of the coffee table, my leg lays across of the other. Different Strokes is playing on the telly, our dinner is heating in the oven.

"Whatchu taking about, Dad?"

Both, Zayn and I laugh at that 'never gets old' line. Our laughter dies down at a slow pace, nodding our head and our mouths forms a small smile.

"Gets me every time" I speaks up with a quite high tone after laughing. As Arnold keeps declining his dad request to invite the girl to his birthday party, Zayn cuts off.

"Did you have your mind off of it yet?"

"I did but thank you for reminding me" I roll my eyes, a sharp sigh escapes from my mouth and my hand rubs my face. I sit up straight then I adjust my back against the back rest, turning my head to look at him and make that face to him. He faces me with that stupid 'what did I do' face on, shrugging one of his shoulder. As I am about to say something, our oven signals Ding! that our dinner is ready. Our heads turn sharply to the oven.

"Your turn" both of us say at the same time with our faces look each other's, also simultaneously.

"How is it my turn?" Zayn questions but yet, he's getting up and marching to our kitchen.

"You did promise me that you'd get our dinner ready for three days straight if I did the dishes last night." I answer him, turning up the volume of my voice. My head snaps back the telly as Arnold agrees to calls his friend to attend his birthday party. I grab the remote from the inside of the couch, under the cushion and press the pause button. I get up from the couch, stretching my back then head to the kitchen. I notice Zayn has poured some of the noodles into a bowl and its soup, he does the same to the other bowl. I smile at the aromatic smells -- when you're hungry, even a packet of fries is aromatic, making my way to the fridge and bend my body before I dip my head and a hand into the cold circumstance to take out a can of beer out of a can of beer.

"Dibs on the beer" His words make my body freeze, at a slow pace I spin my body to face Zayn who has a smirk on his face, looking the beer in my hand. Well, I return his gesture and as soon as I straight up my spine and open the can and stir the beer in a circular motion a bit, Zayn's face changes and now his body freezes with his hand out, holding a spatula.

"No"

"Yes"

"I did not" He denies as he take a step forward to me and bring the spatula with him, almost make me think he might hit me with it.

"You did" I drink the beer with a mischief smile draws on my face. To make Zayn more annoyed than he already is, I make sure that the sound of my throat gulping the tasty beer is heard.

"Nooo..." and so on. He has not stopped even I am already at the couch, setting my butt on it. After a few seconds, his word of regrets fades away and I let out an 'ahhh' after drinking half of my beer. He comes back with two bowls in his hands and a spoon dips into each bowls. He places one of the bowls on the coffee table, filling the empty space beside me with the other bowl in his hand. I take the remote, pressing play and the show continues at where it left of. I throw the remote back on the table and grab the bowl of how noodles soup, tuck my my feet under my legs and place a small pillow which I find it on the floor and set the bowl on it.

"I did not say that you could have the beer" the chef of the night speaks up, denial is he?

I can't help but put a smug smile on my face as I take the can back and sip the drink again.

Ahhh

"Now, you're mocking me"

"Well, Zayn. You did and I am not mocking you, I am just enjoying this lovely drink of mine" I raise the can like making a toast and place it back on the table.

He mumbles something under his breath, literally stabbing the noodles with the fork in his hand.

"You better stop killing your noodles" I joke, knowing it'll get him way pissed off.

"Ha ha" he simply retorts, faking a smile at me. We continues watch the Diff'rent Strokes till the end of the episode and our dinner. Look at the time, it's almost ten thirty and I still haven't done my research for my new task. My mind flies away back the incident tonight. Could they be the same person?

Katelyn Van Dees.

Kate.

VD.

After I finish my meal, I put the empty bowl on the table and take a sip of beer before putting the can close to the bowl.

I rush to my room to take out my Acer laptop with Windows 10.

Not everyone has Appel!

Acer is quite good, the battery lasts longer. I go downstairs and head to my workplace as in the living room, with couch and telly. I set the laptop on my lap and turn it on. I type in the password.

Guacamole28

And it brings me to the desktop. I search for any available Wi-Fi connection.

Why don't you use your own Wi-Fi, Harry?, You ask?

Well we do eat vegetables here.

Not the answer you wanted?

See, we don't get everything we want.

I scroll down and see a few available connections but of course they have the fucking WPA2 security. Well, did I mention that I am good at hacking? Now you know. I hack the 'Not Your Wi-Fi', well now it is mine too. I click the Google icon and the window pops out. I type in the name, Katelyn Van Dees. In a few seconds, there are over one million results of her. Some of the results is about the CEO herself, some about her family and the other is about how she does look like that girl in the Big Time Rush shows. Nah, I'm sure the BTR girl is prettier. I click on the second and top result of them all, her IMDb page. Not everything on Wikipedia can be trusted.

Loading...

Loading...

Goddamn loading...

Yes! Her biography comes out along with her picture on the side of the page.

Well.

Okay.

She is quite pretty. The picture is from her latest photoshoot with a magazine called 'Woman Up'.

"Whatchu doing?" Zayn asks me, which I reply with a sigh.

"That's her?" Zayn joins me, jumping onto the empty spot beside me. He leans his head closer to the screen, slightly tugging the corner of his mouth.

"Told you she's hot"

I cannot.

I cannot disagree.

"That white shirt helps" I mumble under my breath, I do not want push my pride away so I disagree with Zayn.

"Yeah yeah, what ever Mr. Pride-So-High" I can tell he's rolling his eyes as he sits straight back up and rests his back against the backrest of the couch. I let out a soft sigh, my eyes stay still on the screen, my pointer finger keeps scrolling until a sentence catches my attention.

Van Dees Inc.

Van Dees.

Then it clicks.

Mr. Roman Van Dees the owner of Van Dees Inc. and he is in the top five most successful man list. I have read about him before. I shake my head, snapping myself out of my own world. I scroll down a little bit and my eyes catches a sentence.

"...most successful woman and she's only 25 years old." I say under my breath,

"She's twenty five?" Zayn buts in, my head turns to look at him and find his gaze doesn't move from the telly. His finger keep pressing the next channel button, searching for a good show to watch. I turn my head back to my laptop screen, mumbling "yeah, she is".

I keep reading the paragraph that is specified to Van Dees Inc as the main topic. I have learnt that she only has been selected to be the chief executive officer of the branch for almost year, explaining why I just heard about her. She used to work at other branches, such as in Miami, New York and Seattle. She was only a chief financial officer back then. The branch in London was just built for almost two years ago where Mr. Van Dees himself was the CEO. Now the brand has been developed to so many places and Miss Van Dees is being put here. With only a year, she managed to make Van Dees Inc. London branch on the top ten most successful company in England and make her at number seven of the most successful woman in United Kingdom and United States, combined.

Impressive.

It's almost like she was born to be this successful. I mean, she has the Van Dees blood in her veins.

Wait. Isn't Darling Couture owned by the last name too? Darling Van Dees, is the name of the owner.

I guess, it runs in their blood.

I scroll up to read her biography, more about her family and education... stuff like that.

Well, I do have to interview her so I think I have to a little bit about her, don't I?

Full name, Katelyn Marie Van Dees. She is twenty five years old. She was born in Georgia. She has two brothers, Ian and Jacob Van Dees . Her parents are Roman and Darling Van Dees.

She's young though. As young as me. Well, success doesn't know age. Her achievement as such a young age makes me wonder about my life.

Where did I go wrong?

Maybe she is just lucky. Maybe I am just unlucky. I shrug my thoughts off my mind and continue reading facts about her.

She was homeschooled until she's twelve then she went to all girls boarding school until she's 17. She continued her study with diploma in business management and had her degree in the same course at twenty four years old. Sounds like she never had a break. Just study, study and study. I wish I could do that.

Nahh.

So after she graduated, she just straight away worked at her father's company?

Wow.

Mr. Van Dees must trust her a lot. I mean, she is his daughter.

I keep scrolling and reading, typing a few facts of her on the digital notes and put it on my desktop. I don't realize what time it is until a sound of snores floats around my ears. I look at my left and find Zayn, his head rests against the couch with his eyes closed and his mouth wide opened. I turn my head back to my laptop screen and look at the time. It's ten minutes pasts twelve. I decide to call it a day and have my beauty sleep in my bed unlike Zayn who loves to sleep on that couch.

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Heyya!!! It's been too long, right? Anyways, how are you guys? I hope you're having an amazing day, whenever and wherever you are. How am I? I am shOOk. Because of Harry mothcrfucklng Styles. Have you seen SNL?? Harry as Mick Jagger though!!! Mick could be Harry's dad, lol. I am super duper proud of him. His SOTT hits no.1 on iTunes and in UK. I feel like a proud mom.

I need a moment.

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Hey I'm back! Hahaha.
I am really really proud of the boys, they're doing their own thing and I'm loving it! Can't wait for their album and then they can FINALLY get back together. I'm living for that day, someday.

But anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter. I'm sorry if there's any type of errors, I'll fix it later. Sooo yeah, happy reading. Don't forget to vote and comment, and share this story too! I'll appreciate it A LOT.

Love you all darlings.

jaz x.