*Harrys p.o.v*

Her brown hair falls into her face, as she leans in to give me a soft kiss.

I wake up to something licking my nose and jumping up and down on me. I shut my eyes open.

Goddamit, the dog! I totally forgot about her! Why didn't I tell Mimi, that I found her dog?! Mimi ... at the thought of her a small sigh escaped my lips.

Again the small Chihuahua disturbed me, dreaming about Mimi.

Sighing I rolled out of bed, put on my favourite black skinnies, a white top, boots, a hat and some sun glasses if there would be paparazzi on my way.

I took the dog's leash and left my house. I didn't need to search long for a poster about a missing dog.

"If you have seen our precious chihuahua Mary, please call ..."

"Aha, so your name is Mary. Nice to meet you." I greeted the dog. Mary was wagging with her tail happily. Passengers were shooting me confused looks and were probably wondering to whom I was talking. Oops.

"OMG LOOK THERE IS HARRY STYLES!" Oh no, not now. I see two girls running in my direction, waving thrilled. Ugh, I really love my fans and I am always happy to meet them, but I had no bodyguard with me and management wouldn't be very happy if there was an article about Harry Styles with a new dog. I could already see the head of the article "Harry out with his girlfriends dog!"

Though I liked the idea of Mimi being my girlfriend, management would probably kill me for that.

While I was thinking about that, the two girls had already reached me and so I took some pictures with them. More and more girls turned up and soon it was too much for me. Mary started whining when someone nearly treaded onto her tail. I took Mary in my arms and tried to escape from the huge crowd around me. It wasn't possible.

Suddenly I heard a car honking. Tuuut-tut-tututuut. Because of the rhythm, I knew that it was one of my friends. We once agreed to honk like this when we see one of us being mobbed by paparazzi or fans.

I pushed my way through the crowd to the sound, then I saw a familiar black car. Zayn! With my last energy I opened the door and jumped inside.

"Thank you!" I sighed relieved when Zayn started the car and drove off.

"No problem bro"

The fans who were chasing after the car got smaller and smaller.

"Where are we going?" Zayn asked.

Just then I noticed that I still had Mary pressed to my chest.

"Ummm ... first I need to make a call and then would you mind driving me somewhere?"

"Sure bro" And again I was grateful to have such a great friend as Zayn.

After I grabbed my mobile, I dialled the number which was on the poster.

But nobody answered the phone. I tried it three more times but without success.

I had the choice between trying it later again or driving to the location on the map. I decided to go for the second choice.

As Zayn already knew where to go because of last night, we arrived at the address after just about 10 minutes. Maybe I can come over and visit Mimi sometimes ...

A big white gate blocked the way to a huge castle-like building.

Two security guards, dressed all in black, approached from the sides.

"Good morning, we would like to bring something back and visit some friends." Zayn says casually.

One of the men checked if we had any weapons in our car while the other barked something in his walkie-talkie.

Finally the guards gave us the permission to enter the property. A huge garden greeted us.

Mary barked excited and put her head out of the window.

At the villa's entrance were stood two other guards who observed us ready to kill, but didn't stop us from getting out of the car. A familiar silhuette was standing in the doorframe. First I thought it was Sienna, but when we got closer I noticed Trisha Santer the reporter. She had the same blonde hair as Sandra. Suddenly I remembered that Mimi told me that they were staying at their cousins place. So Trisha is a relative of Sienna and Mimi. That's nice because I always liked Trisha. Then it hit me like a wave: As Bettina is Trisha's sister, Betty is also a relative of Mimi and Sienna! Pity them.

My thoughts got interrupted by Mary running happily to Trisha and jumping up and down infront of her till she kneeled down and hugged the Chihuahua smiling.

„Hello Mary! And Zayn and Harry! Long time, no see! How are you?" She even has the same accent like Miriam and Sandra, though Trish was born in the USA.

„Fine thank you, and you?" While small talking, the woman led us into her house. We were greeted by a huge hallway, decorated with flowers and antique vases. The inside reminded me a bit of my parents' house in England. We passed some doors and finally entered a cozy-looking living room.

„Um, Trish. We don't wanna be a pain in the arse." Zayn said. I glanced to Zayn warning. Sure I didn't want to annoy the family, but I would just love to see how Mimi lives.

„It's a pleasure for me to have you here." Trisha answered and left us alone.

The sound of an opening door interrupted us and we all starred at a dozy girl still in pajamas with messy brown hair. My smile grew bigger. Mimi.