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"Baby, baby, I feel crazy,

 Up all night, all night and every day

Give me something, oh, but you say nothing

What is happening to me?"

                                                                    (Taylor Swift, Zayn Malik- I Don't Wanna Live Forever)

 The sounds of Zayn and Taylor start and I wake up with a masive smile on my face. Today I have a meeting with my boss. She said that she has an important job for me. I can't wait.

 The bathroom is steamy when I get out of the shower. I go to the mirror and I try to brush my teeth. After I finish I go to the window and admire the sun with his heavenly touch. Bella thinks I am obsessed and that it gets weird. I just want that movie to come out sooner. It is just a way for me to feel loved on Valentine's Day. Or any other day. But, of course, she doesn't understand 'cause she has a boyfriend (that's how she calls him), but I don't like him. I have that feeling about him, the bad one.

 On my way to work I stop at a coffee shop and buy some hot chocolate. Now the day can start. After work I'm going to watch some movies and eat icecream. I enter the double doors and I walk into the elevator. The annoying music is playing and I thank God when I get to the sixth floor. The meeting room is empty, but not for long. Tara is coming in with a bossy air. Well, of course she has a bossy air, she is your fucking boss, sais my inner voice with a sarcastic voice.

"Tess, you are on time, like always-she sais with an annoyed air! Goodmorning!"

"Goodmorning!"

"Okay! Let's start. Like I said, I need you to do something important for me. I want you to take Harry Styles an interview. It will be a part of the new segment of the magazine. This segment includes interviews with the most famous celebrities. Are you with me?"

"Yes. What's the deadline?"

"Well, it is kind of hard to get his interview, so you have a month!"

"Perfect! You will have it in a month!"

"Good! That's all!"

 I get out and go to my office. I take a look at the frame on my desk and I start the research. It is imposible. This man has a big problem. I think he is so scared of someone finding his number. An hour goes, than two, than three, than eight and I still don't have a clue how to contact Harry's manager. It is depressing. I think I'm having a breakdown. It's the first time when I don't have anything after a day of hard work. It's like the life doesn't want me to have a good day. I can't be this useless. It is imposible.

I'm not going to sleep until I have an acceptable result. This can't be the end of my dream. This will not be the end of my dream. My movies will have to wait, and my book too. I didn't wrote that much in the last month, because of my new job, but I have to find some time to write again. If I stop I will lose the balance of my soul. After this deep thoughts, i get back to work. I try and try, but at two o'clock I fall asleep.

 When I wake up, my head is giving me more problems to solve. I feel like I have a pumpkin on my Shoulders, instead of a head. I'm a mess. Not even hot mess, just a mess. I slept in my work clothes. My hair looks like a bird's nest. I have some new and deep dark circles that make my eyes pop in the creepiest way.

 I force myself to go to the bathroom and I wash my face and my teeth. I take a shower, because I didn't take one last night. I should have probably taken one before I washed my face, but I was too sleepy to even think at that moment. I get dressesed and I make a sandwich for lunch. I don't know how I did it, but what i know is that I have food and that is all that matters.

 When I get into the office I look at the picture of my brother. He is so happy. I miss him so much. Unlike me he could find a solution to this problem, even if he is ten years younger than me. He would probably make me solve his problems, 'cause he's lazy. I wish I could do the same thing. Wait a minute. I kind of can. I can find the number of Harry's freinds and get his number from them. I am a genius.

 After a while I finally find his number and I call him.

"Hello! I am Tessa Black from London News. Is this Mister Styles?"

"Yes! If you want something for your job, you should call my manager."

"Wait! Don't hung up! I'm sorry I called you, but I didn't find your manager's number! He really doesn't want to be found."

"I can give it to you if you want. But, because you called me you can talk to me for now."

"Ok. Thank you! I call about an interview. We want to start a new segment with some interviews with very important celebrities. We tought that you would be perfect for the first. "

"I don't know what to say. It sounds good, but only if my manager thinks you have a good offer. I will send you an email with his number."

"Yes! My email adress is ..............................@....................."

"Ok! Have a good day!"

"Thank you! You too!"

 After the conversation with him I started to dance in my office. I'm so lucky that my office has real walls, not like the other ones, made of glass. I get his email and I call his manager. He is very polite and accepts a decent price. I thank God for this blessed day. I end the call and I start writing my questions for the interview. With a big smile I continue my day. After work I think I will go to shoping so I can buy some decorations for my bedroom.

 I open the door and take off my shoes. My apartment is giving me a warm hug. I throw my clothes on the floor and I let Bruno Mars sing for me. "Versace on The Floor" starts and my day gets even better. I'm dancing to the kitchen and I take out some milk from the fridge. I heat the milk and I pour the cocoa with some cinnamon and my nose is having an orgasm. The whole house is smelling like heaven now. I get into my warm pajamas and I take my hot chocolate to the livingroom. My happy loneliness is interrupted by the phone. Bella. Now I want to kill her.

"What?"

"Wow! Easy, you bulldog! I just wanted to see if you feel good."

"I was perfect, until someone called me and interrupted Bruno. How is your day?"

"Well, Miss Sarcastic, my day was lovely. How was work?" she asks and starts to giggle.

"It was perfect! I found his number! Why are you giggling? Did I say something?"

"No! Stop!"

"Why should I stop? Are you alone?"

"No! Jake is here. And he tickles me. Stop it!"

"Ok! You can call me when you are not kissing with your "dear boyfriend". I think I'm going to throw up. Bye."

"Bye!"

  When I end the call I return to my relaxing atmosphere and I turn the TV on to watch some movies. Harry Potter, I'm coming!