Miss CEO

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STYLES.

"She sounds hot." That has been his responds for the night. Every time I finish my sentence, that is his answer.

Every fucking time.

"She smashed my light mirrors"

"Sounds hot"

"She laughed like a lunatic"

"She sounds hot"

"She has a big mouth"

"Hot"

Well damn, Zayn. Is everything hot to you, is that it?

Now, we are both sitting on this brown couch, with a few spots of stain -- any types of stains on the surface. We're chilling after that quite of event tonight, especially me. I determine to do anything to get my head of -- whatever happened today. First, I got threatened by my boss to fire me if I didn't improve my appearance. Second, I got myself a hard task where I'm about to find out tonight. And lastly, a wicked witch damaged my Sally. A very eventful day.

Good, Harry.

Good.

You just remind yourself of it.

Good.

My inner me scolds me. Scold me won't make it go away, inner Harry!

Calm down, Harry.

Yesterday was a history, well today was a history. Tomorrow is a victory.

Inner me convinces myself that it all will go away if I calmed myself down. So, let's start with the basic and cliché steps to calm yourself down. I close my eyes then I take a deep breath and slowly let it all out, blowing it out of my mouth. I open my eyes back then rest my heel on the top of the coffee table, my leg lays across of the other. Different Strokes is playing on the telly, our dinner is heating in the oven.

"Whatchu taking about, Dad?"

Both, Zayn and I laugh at that 'never gets old' line. Our laughter dies down at a slow pace, nodding our head and our mouths forms a small smile.

"Gets me every time" I speaks up with a quite high tone after laughing. As Arnold keeps declining his dad request to invite the girl to his birthday party, Zayn cuts off.

"Did you have your mind off of it yet?"

"I did but thank you for reminding me" I roll my eyes, a sharp sigh escapes from my mouth and my hand rubs my face. I sit up straight then I adjust my back against the back rest, turning my head to look at him and make that face to him. He faces me with that stupid 'what did I do' face on, shrugging one of his shoulder. As I am about to say something, our oven signals Ding! that our dinner is ready. Our heads turn sharply to the oven.

"Your turn" both of us say at the same time with our faces look each other's, also simultaneously.

"How is it my turn?" Zayn questions but yet, he's getting up and marching to our kitchen.

"You did promise me that you'd get our dinner ready for three days straight if I did the dishes last night." I answer him, turning up the volume of my voice. My head snaps back the telly as Arnold agrees to calls his friend to attend his birthday party. I grab the remote from the inside of the couch, under the cushion and press the pause button. I get up from the couch, stretching my back then head to the kitchen. I notice Zayn has poured some of the noodles into a bowl and its soup, he does the same to the other bowl. I smile at the aromatic smells -- when you're hungry, even a packet of fries is aromatic, making my way to the fridge and bend my body before I dip my head and a hand into the cold circumstance to take out a can of beer out of a can of beer.