Remember When...

Prologue

What a week it has been. I have had a fight with my wife; a hostile takeover attempt on my company and my business is losing clients - rapidly.

"Daniel, Harry Styles on 1" Marie informs me.

Fucking asshole! I mutter to myself. I don't WANT to speak to him

"Allen" I say tersely, picking up line 1

"You know it's a good deal" Harry says. I can hear the smirk in his voice

"You will never have my company. I would rather wind it up first" I spit down the line

"That may be your next step" he says laughing "I hear your clients are taking their business elsewhere"

This guy really gets under my skin "They will come to realize what you are and how you operate and they will reconsider"

"HA! Don't bet on it Allen. You know your company is going under. Just sell it to me and you can retire and go travelling or do what it is you do" he says condescendingly

I can feel my blood pressure rising. Harry Styles is unfortunately, correct. My company is faltering and there is not a thing I can do to stop it. He has more resources at his disposal than I could EVER have.

"Allen Pty Ltd is not for sale Styles!" I seethe down the line "This discussion is over!"

I find myself shaking with anger and decide that I am going to call it quits for the day and head home and try to make it up to my wife, Tori. She has borne the brunt of my bad mood since Harry Styles made his first offer for my company. I'm just lucky that the board had voted with me in rejecting the offer from Styles Enterprises

I decide to grab some flowers on the way home to try and make up for my recent behavior. Tori loves roses, they are her favorite. I stop off at the florist and get the biggest bunch of red long stem roses I can find.

As I take the drive home, I can't help but remember the day Tori and I got married. It was the happiest day of my life. The first time I saw her she took my breath away and I realized I loved her from that moment on. I told her on our first date that I was going to marry her. She just laughed at me.

I arrive home earlier than Tori and decide to take the bike out for a ride to help clear my mind. I hadn't realized how much Harry Styles had affected my life and my relationship with my family.

As I edge the bike out of the drive, I can feel the tension dissipate and I feel my self finally relax. I head down the freeway toward the city and out to the beach. The traffic is heavy at this time of day but the bike eases its way between cars and before long I can see the beach in the distance.

As I make a right hand turn at the lights I am suddenly aware of the Ford F350 barreling down on top of me from the left. I can hear car horns going crazy and I try and gun the bike through the intersection. The F350 is just getting closer....oh fuck, this is going to hurt!!