"Home sweet home." I hum to myself as I walk through the main doors of my apartment. The first thing I do is turn up the heat and take off my jacket.

I slam the thick stack of papers, also known as my work for tonight onto my dining table and slip off my heals.

I just love the feeling of my feet feeling free after a long day of being stuck in those things that are like hell with a heel. I would much rather wear sweats, converse and a crop top to work with no makeup and bed hair. It's nice to dress up and look presentable every now and then, but working six days a week at a place if you don't wear good mascara or lipstick it could get you fired is very tiring. The well presented staff is one of the main things besides good articles that makes our business so upper class and well known.

We write articles about pretty much everyone under the sun. Being very famous or even a little famous means you have a 97% chance there's an article about you.

I decide the first thing I'm going to do is get out of my work outfit, take my makeup off and have a nice shower to get me motivated for my long night of editing ahead.

*

Getting dressed into my ideal outfit of sweats, a crop top and messy bun with my ugg boots, it's time to get stuck into work.

The first article is written by Abigail French. It's titled Love under the Sun. Why do most articles these days have to be about love?

You know what, these love articles can wait, I haven't eaten all day and I could really do with a pizza. I take my glasses off and grab my thick coat whilst leaving my apartment. I'm driving my car there, that'll give my hair some time to dry so that it doesn't snap off when I get out into the crispy almost winter air.

As I drive down the fairly busy streets of New York that I have come to get use to over the years, I chuck a right which leads me down to an empty street with one lit up shop. My stomach grumbles, letting me know that it wants pizza, now!

I park my car outside the unpopulated pizza shop. Pablo's serves such good pizza, I have no idea why no one ever comes here? Oh well, at least that means more pizza for me and if I ever get greedy and order two pizzas, they give me the second half price. I come here like every week so you could say they know me quite well. A girl needs her pizza, am I right ladies?

"Ah young Elouise how are you gorgeous girl?" Pablo, the owner of the business warmly greets me as I walk through the doors. He calls me Elouise, yes I hate my full name but he's old school and always calls everyone by their full name.

"Pabby!" I call. Just because he doesn't use my nickname, doesn't mean I can't use his. "I'm great, just have so much work to do so I realised I should get my favourite pizza to keep me sane for the night."

"Well you happen to be in luck Elouise because I do make the best pizzas in New York City."

"Yeah, if only everyone could love this place as much as I do. Then you would be the busiest pizza place in New York City." Pablo chuckles at my statement as he nods his head in agreement.

"Come in, come in. Now tell me what you would like to eat and I'll get Jacko to make it up for you." Jacko is Pablo's sun who has tried flirting with me many, many times. He's nice to me and all, but there's just something about him in his eyes that make my alarm bells go off. Even if he is overly confident and sly, he makes good pizzas and I ain't complaining. Pablo makes all pizzas from Sunday through Wednesday and Jacko makes them Thursday's through Saturdays. A/N Jacko is in sidebar (played by Andrea Denver)

"I'll have a pepperoni pizza with extra cheese please Pabby."

"Coming right up my girl." He claps his hands and goes around back to tell Jacko my order. Pablo is far from being my father but he resembles one in so many ways. He's always asking me if I'm eating right, if I'm seeing any boys, he calls me gorgeous and his girl like a father would and he's always making my pizzas extra big because he says that I need more weight on my bones. I could be double the weight I am and he would still say that, he just cares about me I guess?

"Your pizza is served." Jacko's voice sounds in my ears. He sends me his charming smirk that usually would give me butterflies but now it makes me want to throw up. His smirk just isn't right. It doesn't curve right, it doesn't show cheekiness behind it, it doesn't make a dimple pop in the right side of his cheek, it's not the right smirk, it's not Harry's smirk.

"Thanks." I send Jacko a friendly smile and begin to walk out the door until a hand wraps itself around me arm and stops me.

"Do you want me to walk you to your car?"

"No, I'm find thank you Jacko. It's just out the front and besides, you're on duty." I breathlessly laugh and Jacko just nods his head before numbing a quick goodbye and walking back into the kitchen of the shop. "Bye Pablo. Have a lovely night."

"Thank you Elouise, come by very soon. Enjoy your pizza and your evening." He chimes, waving his hand goodbye at me as I step out of the shop. I wave back and walk towards my car to begin my journey home.

*

When I get home the pizza really does it magic because I'm whizzing through these articles. Before the pizza I wasn't going to give these articles a chance seeing that I hate love. Now reading them I can see that Tony was right, these articles have so much potential besides their errors.

My favourite article out of all of them would have to be Bulls Eye. I don't know who the article is about but it's about an anonymous guy who has dark, dangerous eyes like a bull who seems bad in person but good at heart. Just the type of guy I like. I don't like the Mr perfect rich guys who have short sleek hair, always in tuxedos and fancy clothes with no personality. I like the longer wild haired guys with flaws that only make them more perfect. The ones that dress for themselves and not to impress anyone else. Those are always the ones that have secret personalities and ones that will always keep you on your feet.

What am I even thinking? I don't want a guy in my life. I don't need one, there all the same deep down.

If I don't want a guy in my life so badly then why is my heart disobeying my head and screaming at me...

"Harry, Harry, Harry."