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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Very very sweet of you! Thanks darling! If you guys make a cover of this story, don't be shy! let me know and I would love to see it and show it to other darlings. Anyway, here's chapter one. Enjoy!
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The clock strikes eight in the evening. Harry, still has his eyes on the screen of the laptop on the table and his fingers on the keyboard, finishing his article from the last week task. He does not mind getting new task every day. For him, it just helps him to improve his writing to be better than before and he got to admit, he loves it. He loves writing. That's why he chose journalism as his major course at the first place. Sometimes, he even considers on writing a book. He wants to be like John Green. A man that can write love stories perfectly. He reads every Mr Green's books. You name it.. Dakota Days, An Abundance of Katherines, The Fault in Our Star, Paper Town. People might think, well people always think of him in any way but screw them! His words. He wants to learn how to write like his idol. Even though his lecturers say that he's good, but Harry does not think good is enough. It is not enough to be good, he wants to be the best! Then maybe he will be satisfied with his writing. For him, reading John Green's books over and over again, helping him a lot. Maybe one day, there will be a book at a book store that says Harry E Styles on it.
He taps the enter button, closes all the tabs before he refreshes the screen and shuts down the laptop. He sighs, drops his back on the chair, stretching his arms upwards with a yawn escapes from his wide open mouth. He stands up from the chair, automatically pushes the chair moves backwards. He grabs the keys from the table on his new task envelope. He sets his gaze on the light brown color envelope, cocks his head to a side a little. He lifts the envelope and examine it. His brain starts to think.
