He's the Boss ( Harry Styles)

The Beginning

One year and 4 months earlier aka The Beginning

I really need a job. My mom is getting ready to kick me out and I have no where else to go.

"Zoe you really need to find some independence, so I went out to find you an interview and its tomorrow at nine and if all goes well I will buy you a flat and finance you for six months understood?"

"Yes mum I got you." I clicked my teeth and she made a face at me when I did that.

"Honestly Zoe," she started, "I do not understand why a young lady of your potential chooses to be so anti feminine and go away from all the values your father and I taught you. "

"My father wanted my happiness you want potential and social standings." My dad died a few years ago and it's been like this ever since, ridiculing everything that my sisters, brother and I do and saying what father would want from us which was where she was completely wrong, I don't even see how my father married a bitch troll like her.

"You will not speak to me that way Zoella Sanders I am still your mother and you still live in my house."

"You know what you are absolutely right mother that is why as of right now I am moving out right now and I am taking all my shit and car and leaving this hell hole behind me."

"Zo-" she started softening immediately

"Piss off" I cut her off and stormed upstairs pulling out my suitcases and taking all the clothes Mi, our house keeper neatly folded the day before and stuffed them into all my bags with shoes and all my cosmetics and sheets and pillows lugging them all down one by one pass my mother who was hysterically crying, like I would care, out the door. When I finally had the last bag in the car, I went to go get my purse, phone and charger and a note I had wrote to her when I first started packing going down the stairs once more looking around the house I had grown up in and placing the note in the mirror in the front hall and slipped out the door, closing quietly behind me.

Three hours later in London

It was a long drive in which I ignored all of my mother's phone calls and even my sister's. I was running on adrenaline, praying that when this high wore off I wouldn't go running back to my mother even though I knew, that under no circumstances was I ever going to go back there. I drove around until I found a building saying "FLAT TENANT NEEDED" in big bold letters. I pulled my car into the park and ran to the door of the nice looking building and went to the floor that the flier said on it, since I had taken it, and followed the directions until I got to he door. I knocked three times before I heard a come in from behind it. I opened the door and the flat was so nice and already furnished my mamma I just wanted to squeal for joy until I noticed two people staring at me, I cleared my throat to speak.

"Um, hi I'm here about a flat, for rent or sale, or something?"

"Sorry love, it's just been sold." the first man said while the second one looked at me with concern, I hope. But I mean why wouldn't it be because I cried the whole way here so I must have looked a mess, it was pissing rain both here and back at home so there's that, and the fact that I was clad in my superman pajamas and ugg boots with a hoodie and a beanie so I probably looked like a hobo and I just was ready to turn around and go home until the second gentlemen stopped me.

"You know, this flat is quite large and rather expensive so if it's okay with you I would share with you although we would have to do an interview thing to make sure you won't rape me or anything." he smiled warmly at me and I was so happy my shitty luck was staring to change.

"Okay with me? I would hope it's okay with you." I replied voice sounding a little shrill.

"Yeah it's not like anyone would object to living with someone as beautiful as you," he paused and frowned, "Plus you look like you've had a bad day." I laughed he didn't know the half of it. He stuck his hand out to me.

"I'm Zayn."

"Zoe,"

"Pleasure Zoe, please come sit and let me ask you some questions."

"Zoe, how old are you?" "20, how old are you?"

"21, Can you cook?"

"Yes, are you a slob?"

"No, I'm pretty neat, do you have an occupation."

"No, but I am going job hunting tomorrow and until then I have a trust fund and some savings bonds." "Good, I'm a business consultant and I could put down if you want?"

"No, you have done enough already, thank you so much by the way."

"Not a problem do you have bags?"

"Yes a shitload downstairs in my car."

"Well come on Liam let's help her bring them up."

"Alright mate, it's not like I help you get all your shit up here or anything, not that I mind love, it's just a simple thank you would be nice."

"Thank you." I said and hugged them both as we went to go get all of my belongings and pick out my bedroom. He gave me the bigger bedroom claiming I needed he closet space. Also, that he had a girlfriend, who he would be spending most of his time with at her flat and he didn't think it was fair to have it if he was never here. I was enjoying my time with these boys when my mother called for the umpteenth time.

"Hello?"

"Zoella this is not funny get your arse back home this instant."

"I can't mother I," I took a breath and continued. "I'm in London in my new flat."

"Zoe, please come home, I'm sorry I just I want us to get along, your sister is coming for lunch tomorrow, won't that be nice both of my girls there since jr. won't come home."

"Stop, mom, you drove him away and you know it."

"I, please come tomorrow."

"I'll see I have to go find a job tomorrow morning so maybe I'll be there by two, is issy coming?"

"Yeah, Chlo wants to talk to you about that, goodnight sweetie."

"G'night mom."