Chapter 01

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POV Zoe

Every fiber of my being hates this jerk. His annoying raspy voice, his scent of 1 Million Intense mixed up with nicotine, the smirk on his face, his green eyes, the way his lips are always pink and fresh, the way he walks bending to the right but mostly: his big ego.

"Knock it off, Styles" I said, trying to let go of his tight grip but his arms were like chains

"You're welcome, you know for not letting you fall on the ground" he said with his annoying voice

"Whatever, let go of me so I can get my phone"

"Stop barking, love" he smirked "I'll get your phone for you" he bends his slim body and takes my phone, letting go of my waist "Here" he handed me the device. I know him far too well

"Give my phone back" I roll my eyes "I know you switched them."

"Oh, c'mon!" He giggles, making fun of me "Do you remember Dublin! That's was fun!" He mentions the episode about four months ago in Ireland. We switched phones when we bumped into each other on the street.

"I'm not in the mood for your sick games, give my phone back" I'm so sick of him

"Or what?" His eyes were challenging me "What are you gonna do, love?" the way his lips say 'love' give me goose pumps, bad goose pumps

I thought saying I'd break his phone, but he'd probably laugh and tell me he has four others, which he does. "Just give it back" I rolled my eyes once again

"Don't be a pussy, Z" he was trying to get under my skin "I know you like a good game, let's play"

"You know what? You are sick, Styles" I roll my eyes and throw his phone against the wall and keep walking toward the elevator

"What about your phone, love?" He yells

"Keep it, asshole" I pressed the elevator button multiple times

I could hear his boot against the wooden floor, he was coming for me. He pushed me against the wall, which didn't hurt, and whispered on my ear

"Can't keep up with the game?" his hands were on my waist and he slipped my phone inside my dress pocket on the side "You're out of shape, love" he left before I could think of a come back

The elevator opened it's doors and I saw Harry's silhouette walking down the hallway.

How I hate this punk.

4am

"Where the fuck were you?" Gabi yelled at me when I finally met her

"I had a little hiccup, bumped into someone" I took a cigarette from her hand and started to smoke it

"Was this someone hot?" She raised an eyebrow

"It was Disgusting Harry" I spit his name out of my mouth.

"Oh, Sexy Harry" she gave me a naughty smile

"Fuck off" I blew the smoke at her face and she gave me the middle finger

"I don't know why you guys hate each other" she said while we walked along the sideway

"I hate him because he's a brainless human being." For me that was all, I hate him, always did and always will

"Oh c'mon, explain it better. You guys have known each other for years and just dislike the other?" She was getting in my nerves. I will lose my temper

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