My Mothers Boyfriend {One Direction}

She could get everything she wanted. All those things, girls at her age, would kill to own. That was the bonus of being Caroline Flack's daughter. But all she wanted, was that one curly haired boy, with the most amazing eyes. Her mother's boyfriend, Harry Styles.

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3. The Boy with Curls


“Harry will be here later on”

Three little words. She didn’t have to say more, to make my cheeks get a slightly pink colour. Only three little unimportant words! I just nodded my head and tried to look as if I didn’t care, but I failed at it. I only needed to hear his name, and the tears started to fill my eyes. I bit my lip hard and looked away. Why did I react like that? Why couldn’t I just don’t care? But that’s how it has been since I realised, that I was in love with him. Since I figured that he never ever will be mine.

“Are you alright darling?” My mother asked and looked at me with worried eyes.

She knelt down on her knees and looked up into my eyes. I shook my head. Why couldn’t she just let me be? If she knew, why I cried, she wouldn’t be sitting there and trying to comfort me, would she? I stood up and ran to my room, threw myself on my bed, and hid my head in my pillow. Maybe I was overreacting, but I couldn’t look her in the eyes anymore. Probably, most of all, because I felt ashamed. Why did this have to happen to me? It isn’t normal to fancy your own mother’s boyfriend. But, with no doubt, I did.

To my defence, he was quite hot and probably the sweetest person I have ever met.

When the clock nearly reached half past twelve, I heard someone at the door. Harry’s laughter sounded downstairs. I slowly pulled my feet down the stairs. And there he stood. Handsome, as always. His eyes lit up, when he saw me. A warm feeling spread through my body, and I pressed my teethes hard together. I could feel how the blood flow up to my head, and painted it all red, so I fast looked away.


I heard my mother’s voice cut through, I cleared my throat.

“Oh.. Hi Harry” I said, and forced myself to smile. I did all I could, to ignore his attractive green eyes, which looked straight into mine. Harry smiled back, and pulled his fingers through his brown, beautiful curls. I did all I could, to not stare at him like a complete idiot, cause that would be awkward. Which, in fact, it already was. Harry threw himself on the couch. He smiled shortly at me, before he gave his attention to my mother.  I was still standing in the doorway, not sure where to go or what to do. Maybe I should just walk over, and sit beside him, like nothing has happened? Or should I walk away and let them be alone? After all, they were boy- and girlfriend. I turned around, and made my way up on the stairs. I took my MacBook in my hands, and threw myself on my bed, again. Actually, I was supposed to meet with Hannah, but I just didn’t felt for being social right now. I felt, how my eyes tried to close and the feeling of vomiting gave me an acid taste in my mouth. But that’s what I had to deal with, when I still had a hangover from yesterday’s night. I logged on Twitter and answered some tweets. Most of them were from people I didn’t know. They only contacted me, because I was Caroline Flack’s daughter. After my mother started dating Harry, people often asked me how I felt, when my mother was dating a guy, who was much younger than herself. Most of the time, I wrote, that as long as she was happy, I was happy. Ha! As if that meant something at all! It had to mean something, when I dreamed every night, that one day; he would be mine, and when I found myself staring at him. There was a little knock on the door, and my mother’s head popped in.

“Carrie, they’ve called and told me, that I have to drive over with some important papers, even though it’s my day off” I knew, that she was talking about the job.

“I’ve told Harry, I’ll be back in an hour. Could you be nice, and give him some company?” she asked, followed by a little smile. I bit my lip hard and took a deep breath. Give him some company? I forced myself not to smile big.


“Is there anything you’re scared of?” Harry asked, and leant forward towards me. I looked at him, and tried to hide the smile, which was showing on my lips.

“You aren’t going to use it towards me, are you?” I asked and looked at him with suspicious eyes, whilst I, without realising it, played with a tip of my golden hair.

“Well, I can’t promise that” he said, with a little smile on his lips. It was clearly to me, that he was only joking. His eyes looked deeply into mine, and made me a bit insecure, which I never was. When he looked questioning at me, I realised, that I still haven’t answered him. God, how embarrassing! I was too busy drowning in his fantastic green eyes, that I had forgotten everything about his question.

“I have a little phobia for heights” I finally answered him.

“So, if I took you with me in the Eiffel tower, would you kill me?” he asked teasingly.

“Don’t give me any good ideas” I said, followed by a short laugh.

“Should I be afraid of you?” He said, with lifted eyebrows.


“I can’t be afraid of you!” he exclaimed.

“And why not that?”

“Because you seem like a sweet, clever girl, who always do the right things, and that’s why I can’t be afraid of you” He shrugged his shoulders and searched my eyes.

Did he just call me a sweet, clever girl? I bit my lip in a thoughtful way. Would a clever girl fall in love with her mother’s boyfriend? Would she? I think not! I tried to force a fake smile onto my lips, but I failed. A little gasp escaped my lips, and the tears slowly escaped my eyes, one after one. He was wrong, and there was nothing I could do about it. I couldn’t tell him why.


He sounded worried, and he was fast by my side.

“Carrie, are you okay?”

I knew, that there was no way, that I would be able to hide this from him, so I looked up into his eyes, while the tears had their own little race down my cheeks.

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