"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.


2. "My dad's in One Direction."



Chapter Two:

"My dad's in One Direction." 



We arrive at the airport around three in the morning, and I’m exhausted. I haven’t been able to sleep a wink since I found out where I’m going. Man, how I wish my mother was here. Within minutes of arriving at the airport my escort shuffles me into a taxi and takes me down to some “rich-kid” neighborhood.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I groan.

“Pardon?” she looks at me in confusion.

“He lives here? What is he some kind of illegal drug dealer? This place is ridiculous!” I snort.

She begins to clear her throat. “You don’t know..?” she asks hesitantly.

“Know what?” I glare.

Just as she’s about to answer, the taxi comes to a halt and the husky driver interrupts, “Here.”

“Don’t sound too enthused,” I say stepping out of the cab. He shoots me a quick glare as my escort mumbles something to him. All I can really hear her say is, “I’ll be right back.” Great. She really is leaving me here. I was really hoping this was all some sick joke.

                As we make our way up the large marble steps I can’t help but wonder what this man does for a living. This house-if you can even call it a house- is breathtaking. I stand silently as my escort leans over me and knocks on the door. She doesn’t step in front of me in fear that I might take off when she isn't looking. Smart lady. We wait for what seems like ten minutes before someone finally answers the door.

“Hello?” he speaks in his thick British accent. I can’t help but stare at him in awe. He looks strangely familiar. His layered brown hair pushed in a hundred different directions, and his squinty blue eyes spark some sort of memory. I swear I’ve seen him before.

“Hi, is Mr. Styles here?” my escort says in her boring American accent. Styles. Where have I heard that name before?

“Uh, yes. One moment,” the brown haired boy mumbles before briefly turning around and shouting “HARRY!” his accent echoing through the large mansion.

Seconds after the echoing stops a much deeper accent answers him, “What?!”

“Someone’s here for you!” he shouts continuing the echoing.

I hear footsteps shuffling down the stairs, as I try to place where I’ve seen this brown haired boy before. In a matter of minutes another brown haired boy is at the door, this one with much curlier hair and emerald green eyes. Now I know I’ve seen him before. As my escort begins to speak, everything in the last few minutes connects itself. Curly hair. Green eyes. Styles. Harry. Harry Styles!

“Oh my god,” I whisper at a barely audible level.

Everyone seems a bit taken back at the sound of my voice.

“Something wrong, love?” the first brown haired boy asks me.

I hesitate, thinking about what I should say. “Uhh..” I clear my throat. “Would your name happen to be.. Lou-is?” I stutter.

A small grin immediately appears on his face. “Why, yes it is!”

I start to get light headed, and my stomach twists itself into a knot. I have seen these boys before.  I know where they are from. I know how they can afford this house. Everything makes sense.

I can see the look of worry in their faces as I slowly creep into darkness. The last thought I have before fully passing out is, “My dad’s in One Direction.” 

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