Helen's POV
{6:00 AM New York, NY, USA. November 20 (Friday), 2015}
BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP. "Mmh." BLEEP BLEEP BLEEP. "Mmmhh... Babe, can you get that?" "Okay." I feel my fiancé's arm reach over my body and turn the alarm clock off. His arms wrapped around me, and be kissed my shoulder. "Rob..." I smiled as he continued. "Yes?" he mumbled into my neck. "...Nothing." I can be late to work today. No problem. "Okay then..." he continued kissing my neck. I rolled over and kissed his lips. Why was he such a charmer?.... In fact he was too much of a charmer. I broke away from the kiss. Rob whined in protest. "Oh, shut up!" I said, and playfully hit him with my pillow. This would've been the third time I'd be late to work if I had stayed any longer. Not that it mattered, anyway. I'm practically my own boss. I stood up and stretched. I took a look at Rob. He had his arms crossed behind his head and he was grinning devilishly at me. I took a sharp breath in. "Tempting, eh?" he said. "Up until you opened your mouth." I grinned. I left him in the room and walked into the kitchen. I turned on the telly. Matt Lauer and Savannah Guthrie greeted me. Moving to America meant adapting to and getting to know their TV stations and anchors. Also you adapt to their men. That was easy for me, though. I did a double take on Savannah's outfit. Ha, she was wearing the new navy blue blazer I designed. WIN. I turned my back to the telly and rummaged through the fridge. "....and in pop news, Harry Styles-" I smiled to myself. My heart used to skip a beat at the mention of his name. That hasn't happened for years now. "-recently broke up with girlfriend-" My head involuntarily snapped up. I silently cursed myself. Why should I care? "-Kelly Knowles. The pair had reportedly been dating for a solid two weeks." I smiled again. I didn't even know he had a girlfriend. "According to Harry it was a mutual decision, as he later tweeted that day 'You've probably all heard the news by now, it just didn't work out, please, no hate on her page." Savannah reported. "I can almost hear the million sighs of relief coming from teen girls across the globe." Matt laughed. "And one won't be coming from me!" I said triumphantly. "What?" Rob asked, walking into the kitchen. I clinched the telly off. "Oh, nothing, love!" I said, smiling.
Harry's POV
{12:17 PM London, England, United Kingdom. November 20th (Friday), 2015}
Text after text after text after text. My phone was going to blow up. "You okay, Harry? Text me baaaaack." -Louis. "Darling, is everything OK? Thinking of you.... Call me, love." -Mum. "OMG IS THIS HAZZZZA!?!?! I'm Alicia, UR HUGEST FAN!! Call me or text me plssss!!!" There were so many more texts. I tossed my phone on my bed and groaned. My 'breakup' is already so popular. Not to sound cocky, but it's probably all over the news by now.... Should I even turn on the TV?... I clicked it on anyway. E! News was on. I sighed. Right now they were just doing a segment on the red carpet. Thank gosh. I sat back on my bed and watched. Not even a second later the screen flashed and a blonde reporter appeared on the screen. "And now onto our weekly Hook and Break List!" she squeaked. I groaned again. 'Hook' as in hook-up, and 'Break' as in break-up. "At the top of our list is a certain curly-haired singer from the popular boy band One Direction!" ...I believe I proved my earlier point. "Unfortunately, and for some of you,fortunately, Harry Styles made the BREAK LIST!" The way she said that made me feel even worse. That was just unnecessary. She didn't have to yell it. "Harry and his girlfriend of two weeks, Kelly Knowles called it quits just yesterday." ...That was just yesterday, wasn't it? "Harry later tweeted and said that the breakup was mutual." Excuse my French, but mutual my ass! I hate to reference my band's songs in real-life situations, but do you know "I Want"? Kelly was just like that, only worse. "So you guys tell us online, was this a hit or miss? Do they belong together or not? Vote online now at our website..." the anchor's voice trailed off as I walked into my bathroom. I examined myself in the mirror. I slept in and yet I look like a walking corpse. I brushed my teeth and took an extremely long shower. Breakups suck. I think that says it all. After what felt like an eternity I stepped out of the shower and toweled off. I checked my phone again. There were double the amount of texts and missed calls than there were before. I have my work cut out for me today.... Work. How long was I in the shower again? I checked theclock- 2:49 PM. It was 12:19 when I got in. I was in the shower for two and a half hours.. Who the hell does that?!? I looked down at my recent texts. "Dude, where are u? We're grabbing lunch, come soon." -Niall. "Bro wher r u? Meet us at McDonald's by the studios." - Liam. "OK now we're done lunch :'( WHERE R U?!? COME NOW!!!l" -Niall. "At the studio, need you here soon." -Louis. "HAZ! We can't start w/o u! WTF, man?" -Zayn. There had to have been at least a dozen more. I was late to work.... I'm screwed.
