"Isn't She Lovely?"

Harry Styles hasn't always made the best life decisions. When a tragic event results in him confronting his past, emotions stir and his life changes drastically. Follow Raegan, Harry's little secret, as she loses her mother and is forced to meet her father for the very first time. Read along as she learns to accept her life with her newly found father, and faces the complications and advantages of living with five young men.

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3. Caramel Eyes

 

 

Chapter Three:

Caramel Eyes

 

 

As I regain my consciousness, I hear whispers all around me. I open my eyes to find two bright blue orbs inches from my face. The owner of the blue orbs is not the brown haired boy, no this young man is blonde. He can obviously tell he is freaking me out because he begins to back off. Within minutes, I remember everything that happened and quickly sit up on the couch. That probably wasn’t the best move, because I begin to feel my head spin again.

                I sit silently on the couch looking from face to face. There are three boys in the room, all staring at me. The blonde one with the bright blue eyes stares as if I am some sort of scientific discovery from another planet. A dark headed boy who has darker tinted skin looks at me as if there is some deeper meaning hidden inside me, his facial expression vastly resembles the blonde one’s. And, yet again another brown haired boy, this time with more caramel colored eyes observes me with no judgments at all. His caramel eyes filled with innocence. I, however, stare at them all in a small state of horror. I'm not upset anymore, I am confused. Questions race through my mind. One of them being, “Where’d the other two boys go?”

Just as that thought crosses my mind I hear a faint goodbye and the squeal of a door being shut. None of the three boys tear their eyes from me as the other two enter the room. The one called Harry sits furthest from me resting his head in his hands. The one who claimed the name of Louis sits beside him, patting his back. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out that Harry had a huge bomb dropped on him tonight. No pun intended. The room remains silent for a good ten minutes before anything is said.

“What’s your name?” the blonde one blurts out, oblivious to the situation. I think they all are, all except Harry, obviously, and Louis. Even then, Harry keeps his face in his palms showing no emotion.

“Rae-gan“ I gulp, trying to satisfy the interest in his eyes.

“Ah, nice to meet you. I’m Ni-“

“Niall.” I cut him off.

“Yeah.” He says holding back a grin.

“I know who you all are.” I speak, my throat extremely dry. I catch a glimpse of Harry raising his head ever so slightly.

“Great. Now tell us who you are,” the blonde one continues to pry.

“I-I-“ I stutter before being cut off by a deep voice.

“She’s my dau—“ Harry hesitates, having a hard time accepting it.

“Daughter” I finish for Harry seeing the terror in his eyes. The intensity in the room continues to grow infinitely at the sound of this.

“Daughter..” he repeats quietly to himself, taking it all in.

I start to shift uncomfortably and try to excuse myself. “Can we..talk about his later?” I ask looking at the carpet.

All is quiet, until I look up to see Harry staring intensely at me. “Yeah.. Of course,” he mumbles realizing no one has answered me. I nod in gratitude and slowly walk away having absolutely no idea where I am going. As I reach the top of the stairs, I pause hearing chatter from below.

“How did this happen?” the blonde one says, prying again.

“Yeah Harry, what the hell?” I believe comes from the dark headed one.

"Well, I mean obviously.. "  Niall begins again.

“Shut it, you twats.” Louis defends him. 

“Erm..” Harry mumbles to himself, lost for words.

Before walking away I sneak a peak over the tall banister to see the bickering going on between the five young men. Just as I begin to turn away I catch a glimpse of caramel eyes. He hasn’t moved or made a sound since I arrived. It is impossible to read his expression on all of this. Those eyes. So pure. He intrigues me.

I am soon pulled away from these thoughts when my glance is met by that same boy. We exchange in a moment of silence before I tear my eyes away in embarrassment. I don’t know what is going on, or what is going to happen. All I know is that there are five men downstairs whose lives have just changed drastically in a matter of minutes. And I can’t keep myself from thinking, it is all my fault.

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