Chapter 13:
M.S

Harry Styles gave a big yawn, slowly opening his lesson module. Perhaps, many are asking, what happened to Harry Styles, who usually arrived very on time or even late, was two days earlier ahead than the others. Perhaps, everyone also questioned what happened to Harry and his four friends, considering that yesterday Harry did not hang out with his four friends, in the cafeteria where they usually gathered.

"Mr. Styles? "

Harry, who had almost fallen asleep, immediately straightened his position when he heard the voice. The curly-haired young man sighed, finding all eyes fixed on him.

"Yes, sir?" Harry answered Mr. Gomez ― his professor who was teaching ― nervously.

Mr. Gomez sighed and smiled lightly. "I understand what happened to your family. Maybe that's bothering you, so you couldn't focus on hearing what I just explained." Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

Family matters weren't actually the main problem that came to Harry's mind as of the moment. But what made Harry question is, how did his professor  know about Harry's family matters?

"I'm giving you a dispensation to rest in the clinic. Get plenty of rest. Don't go back to class until you feel ready to learn. Remember, you're already in semester 6. Soon, you will need to have good grades to graduate from this university. So don't let any sort of problem or anyone get in the way." Mr. Gomez said at length, to which Harry replied with a brief nod before reaching for his black sling bag and slung it over his shoulder.

Harry got up and was about to leave the classroom, but he had paused for a moment near Mr Gomez's table. Harry gave a small bow as he said, "Thank you very much, Mr. Gomez. Excuse me."

The young man stepped out of the classroom. Just when he closed the door to the classroom and was  about to walk a way, Harry's steps were stopped by Zayn's sudden arrival in front of him. Harry was silent when Zayn glared at him.

"I have something to talk about."

"What is it?" Harry asked quickly.

Zayn glanced at his both sides and returned to focus on looking at Harry. "Are you sure you want to talk here?" He asked.

Harry nodded quickly. "I don't have much time. Say it now. "

Zayn raised an eyebrow. "Are you still mad at us? Mate, we have no intention of not believing in you it's just-"

"It's because my story is so absurd, whatever. I don't really care about your opinion anymore. Now, if you don't mind, I have to go because I need to rest. "

Harry was about to step past Zayn, but Zayn held the young man's arm. Harry stopped in his tracks and furiously faced Zayn.

"What now?!"

Zayn closed his eyes briefly, before looking very seriously at Harry.

"Come on, let's investigate the mannequin you're talking about."

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Harry folded his arms across his chest, watching Zayn, who looked very careful to examine every inch of the body of Anne's favorite and as well as Harry's favorite mannequin. Actually, Harry didn't liked this idea. It's ridiculous. It's up if everyone doesn't believe what Harry said. Harry doesn't care.

"Don't touch her like that, you git!"

Zayn gasped and immediately turned his head to Harry, who was staring at him fiercely as Zayn gently stroked the mannequin from the side of her face to her neck.

Zayn sighed. Harry is already getting awfully jealous when Zayn touched this mannequin.

"If you're done with your research, can we go outside now? I'm only asking permission from my mother to borrow this room for thirty minutes." Harry said impatiently.

Zayn sighed and hastened his observation, until finally the young man's eyes found a clue. Zayn noticed clearly on the mannequin's ring finger. The rest of her fingers looked normal, like any other normal fingers, but on her ring finger of her left hand, there was something that was slightly oddly shaped.

Ignoring Harry's jealous and uncomfortable gaze, Zayn moved the mannequin's left hand and looked at her ring finger with great care. It can be confirmed. It's like a ring, with the letters M.S. engraved on its surface.

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Giselle took a deep breath before shaking her head, commenting on the outfit her best friend was wearing at one of their college friends' birthday party.

"Damn, Gi! All the suits I wore, nothing is good enough for you! Gosh, you're not helping at all!"

The well-built young man seemed to be frustrated to find that Giselle's comment was nothing but a shake of her head. This was already the fifth suit that the young man tried. It's just a matter of time, when they will be kicked out of the clothing store.

"Red doesn't suit you. Black is too ordinary, as well as white. You know that Hannah's birthday party will be really festive and colorful. There's no way you're wearing ordinary clothes, Man. "

The young man was really frustrated and chose to sit beside Giselle. "Hannah wouldn't want to glance at me, not even for a moment. You know that I'm not her type at all. "

Giselle puffed her cheeks, annoyed before patting her friend's shoulder encouragingly. "Man, just look at you! You're handsome and good mannered! Hannah must be a fool if she doesn't fall in love with you."

The young man smiled faintly and nodded. "Thanks, Gi, although I'm not sure everything you're saying is true. Just in case, I'll ask my sister to be my partner. "

Giselle chuckled with amusement. "Calm down, I'll ask Zayn to invite one of his friends, so when you approach Hannah later, your sister won't be left alone." Giselle winked and the young man smiled broadly.

"Thank you for everything, Gi."

"Anything for my best buddy, Jas."

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". . . he's investigating like a detective and that's really stupid, isn't it?" Harry chuckled with amusement, as well as the blonde girl sitting opposite him.

Again, this will be Harry's third night's stay in his mother's study, at the Styles' Boutique. Anne has already asked Harry to come home. She said she had a lot to say, but Harry really didn't want to hear anything from his mother right now.

"Babe? Are you okay?" The girl's voice pulled Harry back to reality.

Harry smiled faintly and replied, "Sorry. I just have a lot of problems going on in my mind."

"You can tell me, I'll listen." The girl said seriously.

Harry shook his head slightly. "My problem now is the same as yesterday. I've told you everything, Babe. "

It's very strange indeed, but Harry really liked it when he called her babe and the beautiful girl who sat opposite him responded with a sweet smile. In the past, Harry also called all girlfriends - which are now his ex-girlfriends - as Babe. But this girl replied in a very innocent and sweet way. It was cute even.

Again, Harry's heart skipped a beat as the girl moved closer towards Harry. An innocent, spoiled smile etched beautifully on her lips, before she suddenly completely closed the distance between her and Harry.

The girl hugged Harry tightly which made Harry freeze. She rested her chin on Harry's shoulder. Harry's heart hoped that this girl wouldn't hear his heart that was pounding against his chest.

Her eyelids were closed, showing her curvy lashes. A sweet smile always appeared on the beautiful girl's lips. "He said that my hug always calmed him down. Hopefully my hug can also calm your heart and mind. " The girl said softly, close to Harry's ear, sending a shiver down to Harry's spine.

Harry closed his eyes, trying to calm his mind and heart before braving himself up to wrap his sturdy arms around her slender hips in return.

A smile appeared on Harry's lips before bringing his lips closer to her ear and whispered softly, "Thank you so much, babe."