Okay, question tiimmmeeee!

If you had this life for one more day, what would you do? I would like to travel back in time and revisit my favourite moments and especially tell my Mum, how much I appreciate and love her.

• Chapter Nine •

I took in a deep breath as I walked towards my office. Maybe, if I play it cool, he wouldn't question me nor would he say anything about it. Yeah that's what I'll do. I'll act as if nothing happened, but something did happen. Harry kissed me and not only that, it was my first ever kiss. I can't stop thinking about the feel of his lips moving in sync with mine.

I won't lie, I tend to gawk at him when he's giving me orders at times, as I have mentioned before. Harry is good looking. His arrogance and his rudeness just makes me so frustrated with him, it's like working for Hitler. Last night, I couldn't sleep at all, the feel of his lips still lingered on mine and the strawberry taste of his tongue was etched in my memory. I mean I even brushed my teeth and did my daily oral hygiene routine yet I could still get the taste of him.

I couldn't stop thinking about it hence the reason behind me being late for work today. Images of his lips rushed through my mind in a very slow manner. Gosh, they're so soft. Harry's lips are naturally that pink and I'm jealous of it because I had thought that he uses lipstick, quite silly of me. They're in this kind of heart shape form as the corners of his mouth dip down. I don't know why but when I kissed him, I felt a sense of comfort. Our lips molded perfectly with one another, maybe I'm wrong about this but it just felt so right at that moment, kind of like a jigsaw puzzle where the pieces fit perfectly.

I've always found his mouth to be interesting, considering that was the very first thing I saw of him at the coffeehouse and the little mole at the side just adds to his features. I had lifted my head and I was met with his lips which had twisted in this angry manner, I'm like a dwarf anyway, plus seeing that my portfolio was almost ruined, my temper rose and it got the best of me so I swore him.

Made me wonder why he didn't say anything at all after I ranted, turns out he knew about me and that's why he didn't apologize because he knew he could torture me by making me his assistant instead of just being a photographer. What a bummer.

Oh my! Do you think he felt it sloppy because I have absolutely no experience at all? Maybe he was just too drunk to even realise it and to even realise what he was doing? I have so many questions running through my mind and I need answers, in addition to that I need coffee. I didn't get a chance to make a quick stop at Starbucks. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't even realise where I was walking when I bumped into someone. "Shit, I'm so sorry" I apologised immediately then bent to pick up the files that fell to the floor.

When I looked up I was met with the very same lips that kissed me last night, I gulped as I watched his green eyes stare at me. His unwavering gaze made me squirm and my eyes shifted between his own and his lips, something he caught onto. He looked confused for a second but it went away in a flash, we hurriedly picked up the files and I stood to my height which ended up with our heads knocking against each other.

"Fuck" I cursed and he let out a groan, I stumbled on my feet holding onto my head that hurt. Harry gave me a once off look and walked away. He looked as if he was trying to figure something out, does he remember? I scurried away to my office, slamming my bag and keys onto the table and slumped in my chair. I rubbed my hands along my face, multiple thoughts went through my head but one stood out the most.

He was my first kiss.

I can't seem to shake the thought away. It's disturbingly annoying. I mean, every half hour it pops back in my head. Just one kiss rendered me so, so.. disorientated? Confused more like it. Yet at the same time I felt helpless, I can't talk to someone about this except my sister but she laughed in my face. I can't go to Cole when we have a date this Saturday nor can I go to Gemma.

The only person that I can, in fact, go to and talk to them, probably doesn't remember. Sighing to myself, I realised I needed to check up on the exhibition. My phone rang stoping me in my tracks, I reached for it and glanced at the caller ID. Mother. I answered the call and pressed the phone to my ear "Anna, dear, I just phoned to tell you that your cousin, Lyla, started this new diet, I've told her to email it to you. I must say, she looks ravishing for her 22 year old self" My mother's rushed tone broke through the speaker before I could even say anything and I rolled my eyes "Oh, Morning Anna, how are you Anna? How is Natasha? Is London fine?" I mockingly said

"Not everything is about you, Anna" I heard her remark "What do you want?" I scoffed "Can a mother not phone her daughter to see how she is?" She sweetened her tone and I cringed "Sure like that was the first thing you wanted to know when you called" I leaned back in my seat, my sarcastic words made her growl at me "Don't give me that tone, young lady. I am your mother" I crossed my leg over the other upon hearing her angry tone "Yes, Ma'am"

"What was the reason behind your call? You haven't called me in three years" I said in a stern voice, getting straight to the point. I heard her fumble on the other end "Well, I.. your father and I are getting a divorce" I could hear the static of the speaker showing that's how quiet everything had gone after her words. It's like time just froze. "What?" I breathlessly said, slumping further in my seat "Yes, I couldn't handle him anymore so we're getting divorced, all his late night stays at his office, lengthy business trips, the inevitable had to happen, him cheating on me so I couldn't take it and filed for a divorce" her usual peppy tone had sunk making her sound dead

"Oh Momma, I'm so sorry" that's what I used to call her when I was smaller but it was Mommy before that. Anyway, "What's going to happen now?" She sighed, I feel worse because I should have told her about his cheating but I knew how happy she was with my father - even though they fought a lot - that I didn't want to break her heart yet I had an inkling that she knew about his cheating from a long time but chose to ignore it and he always showered her with diamonds and rubies, I guess through that she forgot about his infidelities. Although, I hated my parent's pretentious lives and their money, I've never wanted them to separate. I guess, they can't pretend anymore.

Oh did I mention that I'm not British? I had gotten accepted to an art school here in London so I moved here and stayed with my aunt in Manchester. I'm actually from the States. The fucking Upper East Side of Manhattan. Tash and I called ourselves Blair and Serena at one point in our lives. With half of it being true, Tash lived her life like Blair Waldorf only less manipulative and I lived like Serena Van der Woodsen without the boyfriends and flashy clothes.

(A/N : I love Gossip Girl, okay. And Blake Lively, she's so beautiful omg)

"Hello, Anna" my mother droned, breaking my train of thought "I'll call you back, Mother" I cut the call not waiting for her reply and rested my head against the edge of my desk, I took in a deep breath to clear my mind then exhaled. I'll think about my Mother and Father's divorce later. What was I doing before my Mother's call? Oh right, the exhibition.

I gathered what I needed and headed out the office door, passing by Harry's office I stopped in my tracks when I heard his soft yet determined voice along with the mention of my name which caused me to choke on air "I swear I kissed Anna last night, Gem. I wasn't dreaming this time. I'm 100% sure it was her" I hid behind the slightly ajar door and focused on the Styles siblings' conversation. I started to panic, did he say dream? "I mean this morning when I bumped into her and glanced at her, seeing her cleared my doubts as to who I had kissed last night. It was her." He stressed further

I know it's wrong to eavesdrop but I can't help myself "You're sure it was Anna, Haz? As in your assistant, Anna" Gemma replied with the use of a nickname I've heard her use before, Harry let out a frustrated sigh "Yes, of course. She's the only one that uses that specific fragrance of Tom Ford" He answers with an exasperated voice, I suddenly felt self-conscious, he knows the perfume I use. I heard Gemma heave out a sigh followed by a groan after Harry pointed out that little piece of information.

My aunt that stays in Manchester, bought me three bottles of that perfume for my birthday last year, I'm not even halfway done with the first. It's very expensive and I didn't want such a thing but if I had declined any further, I'm afraid she would have shoved the bottle of perfume down my throat. I dipped my head down to get a sniff of my shirt and smiled. It has this beautiful and comforting scent to it, almost vanilla like. It's not too sweet nor too bland, it's perfect. Gosh, I sounded like Goldilocks.

"To top it all off, when I picked Noah in my arms, he still had her scent on him and far as I know, Raiza never ever wore perfume because of her job" Harry pointed out yet again, I blinked a few times to digest what just happened then I left to go down to the showroom before Gemma could reply to him, a thoughtful look on my face. So, he remembers and he's dreamt about kissing me before. I don't know how to feel about that, honestly.

Now that I think about it, I'm quite angry with Mr Styles, he had no right to kiss me nor did he have the right to be my first kiss. That's it, I felt livid.

How was that? I know it's short but I'm trying my best with doing this and studying so I hope you enjoy this book just as much as I enjoy writing it.

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