Katelyn Van Dees, a twenty five years old CEO of her father's company. Young, bold, independent, nice to some and rude to the rest. She always gets what she wants.
Harry Styles, a twenty five years old British lad who works at a publishing company a...
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Yes, I picture this haircut Harry as Harry Styles in this book. I mean . . . Look at him! Heart eyes madafaka!! Well, enjoy prologue part two. As always, love you all darlings!
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It is Monday morning; five minutes before eight to be exact. He as usual, be getting ready to his weekdays (except for Wednesday) job which is a journalist in a small publishing company, London Today (A/N I made this up). He, Harry Edward Styles the second child of a couple, Des and Anne Styles. He has a four years older sister named Gemma Anne Styles. He graduated from Loughborough University, Loughborough. Luckily for him, he's on full scholarships. Even though he graduated with ace, he's not working as the main journalist, just a small position in the company. On the weekend, He be taking order of customers that come to the fifty years old coffee shop to have their breakfast or lunch or dinner; depends on what shift he is on. Why does he have two jobs? Well, not everyone is rich; he always says that to everyone asks him that same old question. His father is a retired sergeant and his mother is a housewife. His sister? She is still studying and she is not as lucky as he was. He has to save up, not for himself but also for his sister and his parents. Being the only son in the family, it is his responsible to take care of his beloved family. Plus, he has got a rent to be paid every month for his apartment that he shares with his best friend.
Grey and black flannel plus black The Kinks shirt he wears fit his black skinny jeans well. Not that he cares, though. This morning couldn't be more perfect, he thinks. He wakes up on time. As luck would have it, the heater in the bathroom isn't broken, again. So he can happily enjoy his warm water shower. After he pulls up his jeans, zips and hooks the button, he wraps the towel over his head, making a turban of it. He walks to the kitchen and makes himself some tea before he toasts a butter spread piece of bread. Three bites of the toasted bread and a gulp down his tea, there he's finished his breakfast. Time to get ready. He rushes back to his room to wear his shirt and flannel. He pulls off the turban, throws it somewhere on the bed then he just ruffles his hair and pushes it back. Done. He closes his room's door then knocked the door across his room.
"Zayn!" he yells through the door, banging it with his fist.
"What...!" he groans; he's not fully awake yet.
"I'm going now. I think there's some tea left for you" he says one last time before he walks away and hear thanks! from Zayn.
He takes his motorcycle's key along with house's key and the helmet on the cabinet against the wall then put it on, buckles up before he walks out from the apartment. He pushes the G button and waits for the elevator to arrive. The door slides open and he steps in, hoping this elevator won't suddenly stop. Yes, sometimes it would be broken extremely way too often. Just his luck, it doesn't stop, he walks out happily and goes straight to the apartment parking lot. He hops on his motorcycle, pushes the key into the ignition and Sally is beautifully started. Yes, she is named Sally. She is Royal Enfield Bullet 350 Classic in black with gold coach-lines, three hundred and forty nine cc.
