"Hi, I'm Kate Campbell they hired me to be your personal assistant" i said and he gave me a smile and i gave a shy smile in return. Maybe working to be his personal assistant isn't bad at all.
"I'm Harry Styles. I bet you know it already" he opened the door widely so i can enter the room. His room is so neat for a boy living alone in a hotel.
"Your room is so neat for a boy living alone ya'know?" I said as looking around then back at his gaze.
"I want everything organize" he walked to the- i suppose... A kitchen.
"Do you want anything? Water, Food?" He asked me while his pulling a glass from the cabinet. filling it with water and drinking it. I rub my eyes and yawn. I think I'm getting jet lag right now stupid timezone.
"I just want to sleep, stupid timezone. I'm so tired" i said "is there any spare bedroom i could use?"
"No, there's only one bedroom there" he placed the glass in the sink.
"What? Where I'm going to sleep? They should said that 'oh hey by the way you need to have your own room since you're not from here'" this is so frustrating and getting more complicated than i thought because I'm having jet lag.
"Go sleep on my bedroom I'm going out today" he give me a small smile.
"No i can't use your bedroom and you're going out without me? They're going to kill me they said i should watch you wherever you're going and report it to them"
"But you have jet lag and what the fuck? are they really going to control me and fuck they even bother you for you to watch me and report it to them?" he grabbed my arm and lead me to his bedroom. "You should take a sleep first and I'm not going out, i will wait for you until you woke up" he said and close the door. sigh. i didnt even know Management treat him like that. its like me and my step-mom. she always control me like I'm a fucking robot.
I checked the clock in my phone and says its 8:40 in the morning. i'm going to sleep for 4 hours. I set the alarm at 12:00 in the afternoon and place it at the nightstand. I lay down on the bed and adjust the pillows and blanket. Its so comfy the temperature mix well its cold and warm at the same time. And It also smells so nice. I closed my eyes and soon all i know is I'm already dreaming.
"Daddy this ice cream taste so amazing" i tell daddy while we are walking at the park.
"Of course sweetie it is. you're the one who pick the flavor" daddy let go of my hand and i reached for it.
"Daddy don't let me go, I'm scared" i said. im really scared im not used to go to a place filled of many people.
"Im not sweetie" he bent down on his knee so I'm same height as him and he place his hands at my shoulders. "i will never let you go" with that i heard a loud bang and soon i saw my daddy laying on the floor dead covered with blood flooding the floor where he's laying.
"Daddy!"
"Wake up! Kate you're having a bad dream" someone's waking me up. The voice sounds so familiar. I open my eyes and study my surroundings. Soon my eyes landed to the boy with curly hair and green eyes. He held my hand and help me get up. i remember earlier's event.
"Wait i will get you a water" he said and exit the room. That dream still haunting me since i was 10. That happened when i was 8.
"Here take it" i accept it and drank it straight until the glass is empty.
"Thank Y-" my alarm interrupted me from speaking. I reached for my crap phone and opened it and press off the alarm. "Sorry about that, i was saying is thank you for waking me up and for the glass of cold water" i said and smiled at him.
