Katherine chased Styles around the living room, yelling at him to stop running away from her so she could beat him up.
"Calm down first and I will staaahh—" Styles whimpered when she caught him by the hem of his shirt. "Okay okay! Not the shirt. I will stop running, just don't ruin my shirt!"
She turned him around and clutched his collar, making him gulp as he met her glare. "Why? Did you do it on purpose? Was it fun trying to play matchmaker?!"
"Hey! Stop, okay?! Jeez. You really think I would play with your heart like that?" Styles brushed her hand away gently and fixed his shirt, he sat back on the sofa as he explained, "I swear I didn't know anything about your history with Damien when I did it."
"How did you even do it? I was applying for the Marketing Director's assistant!"
