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"Roose?" I turned around from my laptop.

"C'mon Becks, let me do me my work."

Annoyed being interrupted I turned again over going on searching in web.

"You're almost sitting there for two days.. How about going to the sea?"

Why can't I live alone in this apartment. Rebecca was my best friend for sure but.. She's not that ambitious like me. She's also a good writer. But her blog is just about fashion.

I know, I know. Fashion is a biiig thing here down in Cali. But for me it's enough wearing it. Not making a big overthinking about it.

"Roooosie, please can we go swimming together?"

"Stop callin' me like that."

I hate it. I just hate it.

"I'm sorry buddy, but please! The weather is just so nice."

I closed my laptop and stood up.

"Okay.. But please give me some seconds for packing everything."

While I was searching for my beach towel I really was pissed. I couldn't find any news about who Harry Styles was dating at the moment. I really searched a long time but he got undergrounded since the whole last week.

And although at exactly this point it was my turn to figure out, where he was and with whom it was really hard finding anything and so I just could write the same stuff all day.

That was what Bec was talking about. Almost two days without news. I was angry and quite a bit upset.

If I only had those important connections to get closer to Harry.

My blog was a really famous one online. I had the obligation to make my followers happy. Even big magazines used my information for their pages. That always makes me kind of proud.

"Damn Rose where the hell are you?" Ugh she already sounded inpatient.

"Comin' right now" i was singing ironically as I ran downstairs.

"Glad you" she answered smiling while making curls with her fingers in her long light brown hair.

For people who didn't know us we had to look quite similar but for others we were totally different because of our characters.

Rebecca was traditional and lively.

And me hmm well I'm just always myself.

Sarcastically, unimpressed and I didn't really take the things too serious but exactly though.

And maybe yeah I was a little perfectionist.

I took a seat at the passenger side in Becks red cabriolet and now we were off.

Away from my spies and my camera and all my life was about right now.