"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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8. Exhausted

 

 

Chapter Eight:

Exhausted

 

 

We again began to drive away. Liam started to give the driver instructions, but this time I interrupted. 

"1405 North Jones." I said, a little less confidently than Niall had. 

"What are you doing?" Liam asked, a tad annoyed at me.

"Just one more stop," I begged. "I promise, this is the last one."

Niall nodded, and Liam sighed. I really was beginning to think I was a little kid compared to these guys. 

"Fine," Liam said. "Last stop."

"Thank you," I said, feeling bad. I didn't like making Liam upset. I feel as if that's kind of a hard thing to do. I sat quietly, as the taxi driver pulled up to house 1405. I got out and faced the taxi. "I'll be quick!" I said, gesturing that they should just stay in the taxi. 

I ran up to the door and knocked as hard as I could."Addelyn Jae! Answer this God damn door right now!" I continued to pound. Suddenly, the door opened revealing Addelyn's mom. I blushed in embarrassment. "I-I-I'm so sorry, Mrs. Moore, I just... I'm in a hurry and--" I stopped. No explanation was needed. It was me. If I was anyone else she would have slapped me. But this was my best friend's mother. She didn't expect anything less. 

"Addelyn's upstairs," she smiled, her eyebrows raised.

"Thank you!" I said, giving her a quick hug, before running up the stairs. "Addelyn!" I yelled, as I reached her door. I immediately pushed open the door, but was caught of guard when I saw her sucking face with her neighbor boy, Brent Richardson. I would never have pegged Brent as her type. "Uhhh.." I stuttered, as she pulled away, half embarrassed, half shocked to see me. 

"Raegan?!" she screamed, running over to me. The look on Brent's face was priceless. "I THOUGHT YOU DIED!" she screamed even louder, attacking me in a hug. All I could do was laugh. I was tempted to mess with her head, but then I remembered I had to be quick. This wasn't going to be pretty.

"Nope, but probably the next best thing," I said trying to keep a humorous tone.

"What do you mean?" she asked, all humor drained from her voice.

"Well.... there's no easy way to say this.." I began. "I'm moving." I tried to keep the tone of my voice as simple as possible. I'd had enough sadness for one day, and seeing my best friend cry wasn't going to make it better. So far my tone was working. However, she wasn't taking me seriously.

"Where to?" she joked. "France?" 

"No... but close." I smiled weakly. "London."

She didn't find this funny. In fact, she didn't say anything at all.

I stared at her, unsure of what to say myself. "I don't want to--" I started to say before she interrupted.

"Why?!" she yelled, tears appearing in her eyes. If it weren't for the heart breaking situation I would have died of laughter at the look of Brent's face. I had never seen anyone so pale.

"They...uh... found my dad." I gulped.

"But you don't have a dad!" she yelled, not thinking about what she was saying.

"Well... no. But I mean, technically, yes." I didn't even know what I was saying. "They found my birth father," I finally said straight forward.

She was lost for words.

"A police officer came by the other night. He told me that it wasn't my choice. He said it was law until I was eighteen." I was rambling, but she didn't care. She listened carefully to every word. "I didn't even get to pack anything. I even had to leave my phone, because it wasn't in my hand when he showed up. He took me straight to the airport and put me on a plane. I was just as confused as you are!"

"W-was?" she said as if it was the only thing she heard.

"Well... I mean. I still don't want to go. Really, I much rather live alone in my sad little apartment here than move to London with my dad, but--"

"But what?" she said, tears running down her face.

"I-I can't."

She looked at me as if she expected more. 

"I'm sorry.." I said. Again, not sure why I was apologizing. 

Tears spilled from her eyes as she hugged me with every bit of strength in her body. I knew I was taking longer than expected, but I couldn't push her away. This may be the last time I ever see her. That very thought sparked the tears. I began crying just as hard as she was. I couldn't imagine never seeing her again. Minutes passed before she finally let me go.

"Who's your dad?" she whimpered.

"His name's Harold," I said. Just then I heard the loud sound of a horn honking in the street. I dropped my chin to my chest and bit my lip. "I have to go." I cried. "I'll fill you in later.." Unfortunately the only "later" we would have would be on the phone. I wrapped her in my arms for one last hug before I left. She walked me to the door and waved until I was out of sight. 

I know this all seems silly. How can we miss each other so much? It was only two days, right? Well, two days was like two years with my friends. We were practically insperable. Not texting back within five minutes automatically meant you were dead or hospitalized. My connection to these three people was incredible. I'd never met cooler people. This was going to be a lot harder than I expected. 

***

Back in the taxi I was a mess The little bit of make up I had on was smeared all over my face, and tears kept falling from my eyes. Niall sat awkwardly, staring out the window. His hand rested on my knee, in attempt to comfort me. Liam took my right hand and held it in his grip, much like he had the night before. Nothing was said the entire way to the airport. 

The plane ride back was quiet as well. Niall slept, and Liam stared quietly out the window, watching the clouds. I sat silently drowning in my thoughts; doing everything in my power to keep from crying again. 

***

It was late when we arrived back in London. Niall was well rested from sleeping on the plane, but I was exhausted. I was hungry too, but I couldn't imagine eating dinner here. This being a "bachelor's pad" I couldn't imagine them having dinner together in the first place. I mean, unless you count everyone sitting on the couch with a slice of pizza in their hand. It's a shame too. The kitchen and dining room were both amazing sites. 

As we walked in the door I could see Zayn, Louis, and even Harry sitting on the couch. Without saying a word I walked up the stairs and into "my room." Niall and Liam helped me with my bags before quickly running back down stairs to join the others. Right as they left, I plopped down on the bed and closed my eyes. If it weren't for my hungry stomach I would have been asleep a lot faster. Just as I had managed to fall into a light sleep, I heard a knock on the door. I could tell that sleeping in this house would not be an easy task. 

"Go away, I'm sleeping," I groaned. A moment of silence passed before I heard the knock again. I got up and sighed loud enough for the person on the other side of the door to hear. To my surprise, it was Zayn.

"Soup's on downstairs," he said. "I've come to retrieve you." 

"I don't even like soup," I muttered, trying to get him to go away. I lied. I love soup. In fact, the sound of any kind of food made my stomach grumble.

He laughed. "Well first of all, 'soup's on' is an expression for 'dinner is ready.' Secondly, by the sound of that, I'd say you could use some."

He was right. I could use some. I was starving. But was going downstairs and feeling uncomfortable worth it? 

"Come on," he begged. "It's pizzzaaaaa." Wow. How ironic. 

"Oh, so it must be a family dinner," I muttered to myself.

"Huh?" he asked, confused. 

"Nothing," I smiled, quite satisfied with my own personal, little joke. He continued to stare blankly at me."Well? What are we waiting for?" 

He smiled, feeling accomplished, and we made our way downstairs. As we entered the kitchen, I jumped up on a bar stool next to Niall. The boys acted as if I wasn't even there. They all made there jokes and ate obnoxiously like any five boys would. I had basically spent the last two days with Niall and Liam, so their presence didn't bother me. Zayn was the one who brought me down here in the first place, and Louis had been fairly nice since I arrived. Honestly the only reason sitting here was uncomfortable was because of Harry. It was obvious the feeling was mutual.  Harry had noticed I was there. He refused to joke around and be his "outgoing self" because he knew I was in the room. What was he afraid of? That I would judge him? I mean really. If that's his problem he needs to grow up. Not that I wouldn't. I would probably loathe him even more if he acted like himself, however I don't see why that would be a problem. I hate Harry. Harry hates me. It's peaceful if you think about it.  

***

After dinner, everyone gathered around in the living room. Apparently the nightly routine around here was: eat, watch tv until early morning, and then sleep. Now that my stomach was full, I had no desire to do the second part of the routine. All I wanted was sleep. As I began to make my way up the stairs Niall grabbed my hand and dragged me to the couch. Louis clicked on the enormous television and began surfing the channels. Little comments about what to watch filled the room. "Oh I LOVE that movie!" "I hate this show." "Are you kidding me?!" "People watch this?" "I can't wait to see that!" I groaned, although it was nearly impossible to hear me. I tried to break away again, but Niall caught me before I got anywhere. 

After about an hour of comments about what to watch they all finally decided on something. What they were watching, I'm still unsure of, for I could barely keep my eyes open. I ended up leaning my head on Niall's shoulder. Just when I thought I could get away with closing my eyes, Niall would move, yell, or laugh. God he laughs a lot.  Throughout the night I endured little intervals of "Somebody kill me" or "Finally! Peace and quiet." The second one never lasted very long. Since I was clearly not interested in whatever the boys were watching I looked around the room focusing on anything that would keep me awake. Several times I caught Harry's glance. At first I thought I must have food on my face, until I realized the real reason why he looked so annoyed. I was laying on his best friend's shoulder. Papa Harry did not approve. I had to suppress a smile. This could be fun. 

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