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Unfortunately for him though, the queue was a long one. Meanwhile, the mysterious man removed his hat. Under that bowler hat was golden blonde hair and a kind, wrinkled but handsome face. "Good morning," he said with a smile. "My name is Davis Dalton, a model scout for Style Fashion agency." "We are not models," Zayna said without letting him finish. "I know that," he replied, the smile never leaving his face. "The one I'm interested in is actually the lovely lady with red hair." Catori was shocked. "Are you sure it's me you want?" she asked in surprise. "Maybe you saw another redhead on the street and thought it was me."

I take a deep breath, feeling defeated and just as I’m about to turn the TV off, the screen shifts and Harry appears. My spine straightens, every muscle on alert as I watch his smug face fill the frame as reporters swarm him outside some gleaming building. “Did you meet the mystery woman Chase was with last night? What can you tell us about her?” Harry pauses, turning slowly toward the cameras, wearing a smile I used to mistake for charm. “Yes, I met her. Lovely woman. I just hope she knows what she’s getting herself into with Chase Sterling. He’s known for parading women around and tossing them aside when he gets bored.”

- I let out “I assumed so” - Harry says. “You’ve seen it?” - I ask “Here” - he shows me his phone. It’s on the British papers. “Bachelor Harry Payne no longer a bachelor” “Who is the mysterious girl kissing Harry Payne” “Payne tamed” I read some of the headlines. “This is crazy” - I say “Welcome to my world” - Harry says “How do you cope with this?” - I ask as he sits next to me. “I’m used to it, and I usually stay hidden” - he says with a smile on his face

I offered them both a smile and waved as they walked away to the parking lot where Colton had parked his car. I fished my phone out and opened Instagram. Since I'd be waiting for my brother to pick me up, might as well do my daily stalking on Luke Hemmings, Shawn Mendes, and Harry Styles. Although, maybe not for Shawn today, I've heard he was dating Hayley Baldwin and that kinda ruined my mood this morning when Jess told me. Of course, I was happy he found someone, but still, my heart broke a little. I let out a deep sigh and went to Harry's page instead. "Aww, he was in Tokyo! The Japanese are so lucky!" I muttered to myself.

He wished he could reconcile with her before his dad passed away, and make him proud of him again. “Miss Williams” Harry's voice boomed on the speaker of the phone. It was a beautiful sunny Saturday afternoon. Less than an hour after noon. He was seated, relaxed, on the balcony of his hotel room. His laptop was opened on a small table by his side. He had been working on some files for the project with the PR company. “Good afternoon Mr. Styles.” Ciara replied lightly and he raised his eyebrow curiously. Styles wasn't his surname, wasn't part of his name.

“Hey, Janine, look at that girl!” Yasmin was screaming at Janine in her whisper as she gawks at a woman who’s their age, wearing some nice clothes and killer heels, come inside their office. Almost all the men inside looked at her with jaws dropped while the girls gawked at her from head to toe. Janine looked at the said woman and there’s something in her head that clicked. Czarina Hwang. She can’t be mistaken. This is Porter’s ex.

The times when our marriage was happy, it was a regular visitor between my legs. But as they say, all is fair in love and war. And to Margo, this was war. I wisely chose not to defend Harry. “Did straightening your hair have anything to do with your mom?” she asked. “You know darn well it did.” She studied me for a bit. “It still looks good. You’re a beautiful woman. You’d slay in a tomahawk.” “Don’t give me ideas,” I teased. “Speaking of beautiful women, Femme Lady is looking for models for their new fall collection. I thought you might be interested.”

He said I could call him by his legal name, which is Harry Fanucci-Steele. He is gorgeous. All tall, muscular, with long blonde hair and the same coloured eyes as his sister. A warm golden honey colour. He too is covered in ink, but it’s his smile. Those damn dimples make my ovaries play jump rope with my fallopian tubes. He is drop dead gorgeous. Then today was my day off. I was supposed to go to Harmony and Outlaws wedding and I was on my way when instead of making it to my car. I was met with a fist as I was leaving my apartment building.

“It was made by Ai. I don't even own this kind of suit. And Amani, she would never style her hair like this.” I looked at the photo once again. I don't know about the suit argument, but he had a point about Amani’s hairstyle. She was wearing a French braid and there were curly strands on either side. The Amani I knew hated anything style that was “too normal”. She loved to create a trend, not follow one. But… The photo looks a little too real. How can it be Ai? “Believe me, Rosemary. This was done by someone who wants to break us apart. I dare say this is that gigolo’s doing!”

Rose couldn't help but admire how smart and successful the man he had become. "Last question. I know Mr. Kale might not like it but your fans especially the girls who had made fandom of their own for you wants to know it. When is Harry kale going to choose his Mrs. Right? After all, you never had any scandals relating to dating neither you were seen with any female before other than your work. And for the first time, we have seen you with a girl. Can you tell us who she is to you?" Few reporters shot the reporter who asked that question a face of 'what the fuck man' Many of the people in the audience gasped out in fear. They had no idea from where that reporter got guts to ask that kind of q