~Harry's P.O.V~

Last night was horrible. Once again I went to another "fancy" party, to only be jocked because I'm the only one without a "trophy wife".

Here's the list of the richests:

- 1st: Me, Harry Styles

- 2nd: Louis Tomlinson

- 3rd: Niall Horan

-4th: Liam Payne

- 5th: Zayn Malik

- 6th: Ed Sheeran

- 7th: Barack Obama

- 8th: Bill Gates

- 9th: Donald Trump

- 10th: Stanley Ho

"JULEY"

"Yes, Mr. Styles?"

Juley, one of my thousand maids, appeared.

"Call Charles. Tell him to get the limousine ready. I'll be out looking for her now."

"Yes, Mr.Styles. Need anything else?"

"No, you may leave."

"Yes, Mr.Styles."

I'm looking for my trophy wife now. I can't stand being joked anymore. It's hard, when your best friends already have...

[...]

"Mr.Styles?"

"Yes, Juley?"

"The limousine is ready to go."

"Great. Oh, and Juley?"

"Yes, sir?"

"Prepare the room next to mine for her. I won't be back home without her. Tell Chelsea, to call the stylist and the makeup artist. I'll need her ready for tonight's dinner at Louis' house."

"Yes, sir, I will."

"I'm leaving. If you have doubts call my office number. It will go straight to my cellphone."

"Yes, sir. Have a nice day."

"Thank you."

I'll find her. Even if I have to search in the whole England....





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So, here's my new story!

If you don't understood by now, Harry is the richest man in the world, and there is no One Direction.

He will find her in the 1st Chapter.



Love you all

-Mat XX