BLINDING lights, not enough to make his occupied mind snap out of trance. The green color is prominent from his white, expensive, Gucci suit - the same sad emotion covering in his eyes seen from behind those pink kissy sunglasses.

He traces with his ring cladded fingers the rim of the glass of wine he'd been drinking as usual memories play back in his head.

"Why d'you still talked t'me after what I did to ya?" He asked.

She had a small smile on her lips before answering. "Because I moved on. From you and from our past relationship."

"How are you so sure that you moved on?"

"Because I'm happy with him, Harry." Camille Rowe answered.

After a day of Vee's departure, he knew he had to talk to Camille. The sooner he knows what he really feels, the sooner he'll be ready to have her again.

"And I love myself more ever since I was with him, you know."

He wasn't hurt or offended. He was jealous. Jealous that his ex had found someone while he recently had been left behind again. But was that enough to say he'd want Camille over Vee?

"You love someone new, aye?" She asked that made him snap from his thoughts.

"What?"

"You love someone. Is it the one you looked out for at the hospital?"

He narrowed his brows. "How d'you know?"

"When you said 'friend', I knew you were lying and trust me when I say I know you when you lie, monsiéur." She smiled proudly as obvious French accent pass through her every word. "That person is more than just a friend to you."

"Wasn't really goin' to meet ya again 'cause of her but she just left me. And now, I just wanna ask why d'you wanna talk?"

"Because I knew you were still confused when I saw you again."

He furrowed his eyebrows at her statement.

"And I know that one of the reasons she left is because of me. She probably sensed you being all weird right after we saw each other."

She giggles. But not the same as Vee's contagious ones.

"And because I should be the one to break it to you, Harry. You love her. You never looked so worried around other girls but when I saw you again, you're (ehrm, what's the term?) Whipped!"

Both of them chuckled.

"Trust me. Right after you write a song about someone, you're in the stage of acceptance already. Another good news is that she really loves you! She won't leave you to yourself and make things clear if she doesn't love you."

"Harold!" His head snaps to the direction of the voice calling him.

"Jeffrey..." He smirks slyly. He stands up from his seat and immediately catches his drunk manager when he stumbled near him. "Think you've had enough, mate."

"No, no, no, listen to me." Jeff hiccups.

"What?" British accent, never absent in a four letter word that occured from his mouth.

"There's a group of female writers that I want you to meet!"

"Not now..." He shakes his head instantly.

"It's not what you think!" Harry raises an eyebrow, questioning him. "Really! Just hear me out."

"A'ight. Go on."

"Okay. They're from Verona, in Juliet's house from Romeo and Juliet? You know the movie 'Letters to Juliet'?"

He nods. Of course. How can he forget? Ever since she left, everything reminds him of her. And now the female writers, her favorite movie, Romeo and Juliet and Shakespeare.

"It's real! They work there. And they call themselves as 'the secretaries of Juliet'. What they do is you know tourists write letters about their problems about love and they post it on the wall, right? When the house is closing, they collect the letters and writes back to those who left addresses on them with the best piece of advice they can give."

"That s'interestin'." He comments. It was, for him. He knows how fond of her to the movie, enough for him to know and remember every detail of it.

"Mostly, middle aged women, some are at the same age as you and the rest are younger. So, want to meet them?"

He sighs. "Fine."

He slumps as Jeff wraps his arm around his shoulder and guides him the direction where the said group is located.

"HARRY STYLES IS COMING OVER HERE!" One of the ladies named Cosima, age around early twenties, informs the rest.

Everyone's excited, for sure. A hot celebrity who entertains the youngest to the oldest age of his audience wants to meet them. Except for one.

She almost spills the beverage she's currently drinking as she heard the announcement. She widen her eyes and looks at any direction, not knowing what to do.

"Hey." Zoe, one of her closest co-workers, greets. "You alright?"

"Yes, I'm alright." She nods.

"You sure? You've become pale all of a sudden."

"Really?" She brings her hands on her face to cover her cheeks.

"Yeah. It's like you've seen a ghost from the past or something." She chuckles.

She's about to if she doesn't go now.

"Think I'm really tired already. I shoul-should go." She gathers her things in her purse. "Bye."

"Okay, bye." She waves finally to her and approaches Cosima.

"Boss, sorry but I really should be get going."

She furrows her eyebrows. "Why? Harry Styles about to meet us, it'll be very rude if---"

"I know, I know. I'm sorry but I felt suddenly ill." She cuts her.

She sighs. "Oh, you are looking pale. Fine. Get some rest. See you on Monday."

"Yes, yes. Thank---"

"Ladies!" His manager greets making everyone divert their attention from anything but them. As for her, she immediately turns around and sprints away from them, from him. When she's sure she's not in eyesight of anyone she knew, she walks towards the exit.

He narrows his eyebrows when he catches the red head girl in a pink off shoulder floral dress who just ran to leave.

"I'm Cosima Davis, head secretary of Juliet." She offers her hand to him, snapping him back.

"You're quite young to be the leader of all these lovely ladies." Jeff states but she wasn't able to respond for Harry interjects.

"Who s'the girl that just left? S'she one of ya?" Harry asks without making eye contact. His eyes stuck on the girl who just left.

"Which girl?" She asks, confused and curious.

"The red head wearing a pink dress."

"Oh. Her name is Starr. She's one of the best writers we have." She explains. "She was not feeling well so she left early."

Her name, strongly reminds him of her but he didn't mind it. Harry nods, earning him questioning looks from Jeff and Cosima.

"Do you know her?"

"Just thought s'quite bold fo' 'er to wear a beautiful formal dress with a pair of brown boots." He chuckles as a growing smirk appears on his lips. "She rocks it."