Chapter 1:
Mannequin

Harry Styles yawned loudly, trying to give a sign to his mother, Anne Styles, to let her know and let him go from this place, where Anne works as a clothing designer who is quite famous in London. The name of this place is Styles' Boutique.

"Harry, can you shut up? Didn't you promise to accompany me while Gemma is in Cannes?" Anne said without taking her eyes off a piece of cloth while she seemed to be drawing a pattern on it

Harry rolled his eyes. "But this is so boring, Mum. You just asked me to sit down and forbid me to help you. You should know, I should be at Zayn's house right now. It's his beautiful sister's birthday, Mum!"

Zayn is the name of Harry's best friend. His full name is Zayn Malik, a Fine Arts student at the same campus as Harry. Harry took the Faculty of Economics, majoring in Management, considering that Harry will be the successor of his family's large company, Styles Enterprise.

Actually, it's no secret that Harry likes one of Zayn's younger siblings. Her name is Waliyha Malik. She's only nineteen years old and in Harry's eyes, Waliyha is the most beautiful member from the Malik family. Unfortunately, Zayn didn't want his younger sister to be with Harry, for his own specific reasons.

"You can't go, Harry. Just yesterday you attended your friend's birthday party, now you say you want to attend Zayn's sister's party. I didn't know that there's always a party for you every day." Anne sighed as she put the pencil on the table. Anne slightly turned around from her seat, staring at her youngest son who already looked very bored.

"I'm a young man, Mum. Do you know what YOLO means? It means you only live once. So, it's only normal that I often have fun. When I'm about to replace Dad, it looks like it'll be impossible to have fun, right?"

Anne rolled her eyes and was about to respond to Harry's words when a knock was heard, distracting Anne and Harry as well. Shortly thereafter, the security guard opened the door and slightly lowered his head.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, Mrs. Styles but there's a new mannequin statue that had just been delivered." Harry raised an eyebrow while Anne immediately rose to her feet with sparkling eyes.

"Ah, my mannequin has arrived? I will see it soon! Thank you!" The security guard nodded before turning around and walking away.

"Like you've never seen a mannequin, Mum. You those every day," Harry quipped his mother who looked very excited.

Anne smiled crookedly. "This one's different, Harry. I ordered it since six months ago. This one is very special. I think you'll even love it." Anne winked at Harry before stepping out of the room cheerfully.

Harry watched his mother's enthusiasm with knitted brows. "Like a mannequin? Seriously? You've got to be kidding me." Harry huffed and took out his cellphone from his pocket and started looking at his social media accounts one by one.

A few minutes later, Harry's attention, which had been originally focused on his newsfeed, was distracted by the noise of several people who had just entered the room. In fact, his mother's voice could be heard out of all the ruckus that was going on.

"Slowly! If I see a single scratch on my mannequin, I'll deduct your salaries!" Harry chuckled with amusement at what his mother said before looking back at his cellphone screen. Leaving his the mother on focusing on giving instructions for placing the mannequin.

"Put it slowly there. Yes, there! Hey, slow down! " Anne's loud voice made Harry unable to focus on his cellphone.

Harry snorted before putting his phone back into his pocket and getting to his feet, walking over to Anne who was now standing right in front of a mannequin that. . . looks different. Very different from the usual and ordinary mannequins. Harry stared at the mannequin's innocent body from below until his eyes focused on the mannequin's face. Her face looks. . . very real. The curves of her face and body are looks very realistic. Harry would even dare to say that her body and face is perfect and the best one he's ever seen, but the fact that it's just a mannequin and not a real person somewhat bothers Harry.

"I named her T." Anne's voice echoed which made Harry turn to his mother who was smiling broadly at him.

"If she was only human, I would honestly date her, Mum." Harry's comment made Anne roll her eyes and laugh.

"Never mind. You said you were tired of not doing anything, right? Now, help me put on the dress I just finished yesterday into this mannequin body. " Anne turned around and walked towards a dress that was hanging on the wall.

Harry helped Anne put on the dress to the body of the mannequin which somehow fit perfectly. This one mannequin is very different. Her hands can be moved, as well as her legs. It's almost just like a robot. The difference is, this mannequin does not use or need any batteries or other fuels.

After the dress that Anne had made adhered perfectly to the body of the mannequin, Harry and Anne stepped back, watching their work.

"Perfect,"

"Agreed, it's very perfect."

Anne turned and chuckled with amusement when she found her son staring at the mannequin as if he was staring at his own girl. Anne smacked Harry's arm lightly, bringing Harry's attention back to her.

“I told you, right? You're going to love this mannequin, Harry."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Yeah, if only she wasn't a mannequin. By the way, it's getting late. Can we go home now, Mum? I have to go to the university tomorrow morning. "

Anne smiled and nodded. "Fine. I'll be ready soon. " Anne patted Harry lightly on the shoulder before turning and walking to her desk to tidy up her belongings.

Leaving Harry, who was still standing, staring at the mannequin with confusion evident on his face.

"Hey, you look so damn beautiful, T. I'm Harry. Nice to meet you. "

Next, Harry turned around and laughed at his own stupidity. He just literally talked to a mannequin! As if it'll ever reply. . .

However, believe it or not, the mannequin's lips slightly moved, smiling faintly just as Harry walked away. Harry walked over to Anne, who seemed to be putting her things in her bag. Harry waited for his mother to finish tidying up her things while looking around in the room.

"I don't understand. You always nag and scold me whenever my room is messy, but your office itself is messy. " Harry chuckled, commenting on his mother's messy office. Traces of cloth were scattered everywhere, as well as threads, beads and others.

Anne rolled her eyes. "I'll ask the cleaning service to tidy it up tomorrow. I didn't have the time to tidy it up. You know, there were three celebrities who ordered my designs to wear at the Brit Awards."

Harry chuckled. "I understand, Mum. Never mind. Let's go home!"

Harry placed his arm around Anne's shoulders. The two of them walked away from Anne's messy office. Shortly after Anne turned off the  lights and locked the door, there was a sudden  movement that came from an object that had just arrived in the room not too long ago.

It's alive.

The mannequin is alive.