"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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15. Rylee

 

 

Chapter Fifteen:

Rylee

 

 

The night continued, with fits of laughter and smiles all around. Louis finally had decided on a movie, and not one of the boys argued with him. It really was a shame that Liam refused to come downstairs, considering Louis decided on “The Dark Knight.” I myself was quite the Batman fan, so I agreed to watch it with them. However, it was getting late, and I was getting tired. Finally the movie ended around three in the morning, and I couldn’t take it any longer. I began to get up to leave, but was pushed back with looks from all around the room.

“Where are you off to?” Niall asked, confused.

“To bed. It’s three o’clock in the morning.” I yawned, running a hand through my messy hair. Their eyes continued to burn holes in my skin. “What?” I half shouted.

“That’s no excuse.” Louis replied sassily. Everyone else remained silent.

“So what are you suggesting, my queen?” I asked Louis, returning his sass.

“Why, another movie of course!” he said, sticking his nose in the air. Grins shot up on each of the boys faces. But before I could say anything, Zayn cut in.

“Come onnn, Raegan. Just one more?”

“Puhhh-leaaasee?” Niall added.

I sighed. I was defeated. How could I say no, when in reality I was having a great time? “Fine.” I mumbled, taking my seat beside Niall. The room exploded in applause, and the discussion of the third and final movie began. I rolled my eyes and looked to see Niall smiling down at me.

“You won’t regret it,” he whispered.

“Yeah, tell me that tomorrow when I’m grumpy because of you.”

“You mean ‘today,’” he corrected me.

“Whatever, I glared and curled up next to him. He lifted his arm and rested it on top of the couch, letting me lean against him. Zayn made the final decision, but the result is uknown, for I fell asleep in the beginning credits. When I woke up next, I was laying in my soft, warm bed. I looked around, confused, knowing someone must have carried me. Who it was, I could only guess.

Thanks.(= I quickly texted Niall, before getting out of bed. I didn’t really expect him to reply, considering it was fairly early. Well, early for the boys. To my surprise, he replied almost immediately.

Niall Horan -- For what???

Carrying me upstairs. I said, while simultaneously walking over to my dresser.

Niall Horan -- What r u talking about?  he asked, apparently confused.

Well, I’m in my room now, but I couldn't have walked, I fell asleep downstairs. I replied, fairly confused myself.

Oh yeah. I know. But it wasn't me. I fell asleep right after u did.

Wait. What? Then who was it?

Niall Horan -- Beats me. When I woke up u were gone.

The question began to haunt me. Who carried me upstairs? Niall apparently didn't. Liam couldn't have, he wasn't even there. Louis? Nah. Doesn’t seem likely. Zayn? Who am I kidding, if Niall and I fell asleep, there's no way Zayn lasted longer. Who was left? I thought about it a minute, and froze as the answer came to me. That's crazy. He wouldn't do that. He couldn't have. I texted Louis to clarify, because clearly I was too lazy to go talk to him in person. 

Louis, who brought me upstairs last night? 

Louis Tomlinson -- Erm... Harry, I believe. Why? 

Oh, no reason. Thanks!

I was speechless. Harry? But why? Harry is the last person I expected to do anything for me. Knowing that he did this, made me feel …weird. Yeah, okay, so he’s my ‘father,’ or so they keep telling me, but it still doesn’t feel right. If he was trying to be sweet, well nice try, but it won’t work. He lost his chance a long time ago. I began to get flustered with my thoughts, and when I saw what I looked liked in the mirror, I knew there was only one solution. I needed a run.

Quickly, I jumped up and pulled on some running shorts and a t-shirt. I tied my hair up high on top of my head, and slipped on my tennis shoes. With a quick glance in the mirror, I started my journey downstairs. Believe it or not, every trip downstairs was an adventure. As I opened my door, I looked both ways only to see a completely clear hallway. I breathed out heavily. Good. Everyone’s still in bed. If I run fast, I can be back before anyone wakes up. I took off down the stairs, running straight to the front door. Just as my hand hit the knob of the door, I was torn away by Harry’s deep voice.

“Where are you going?” he asked, in a deep, sleepy voice.

“Oh, uh, just on a run.” I smiled, guilty. “I shouldn’t be too long.”

“Oh. Okay,” he said, nodding.
I turned toward the door, my hand grasping the knob but was once again turned back around at the sound of Harry’s voice.

“Uhm.. do you want someone to go with you? Ya know.. so you don’t get lost, or something..” he mumbled, trying hard to stay awake.

“Uhmm” I started, not really wanting to share my run with anyone. “..Sure..” I gave in, seeing Harry’s hopeless expression. His face was practically begging me to take someone with me. I don’t know why I kept giving in to him. I didn’t owe him anything. “I’ll just text Niall, then.” I said,  getting out my phone and shooting Niall a text.

Get up. We’re going on a run.

I looked up from my phone momentarily, waiting for Niall’s reply, and saw complete frustration on Harry’s face.

“Erm.. you sure? Niall’s not much of a runner,” he began as I received an incoming text from the man himself.

Niall Horan -- What? Now? Ugh. Fine. Be right there..

“Maybe you should go with Louis,” he suggested.

“Oh, I would, but I think he went out with Eleanor for brunch, or something.” I smiled, silently laughing at Harry’s frustration. “Besides, Niall already said ‘yes.’” I shrugged holding up the text.

“Oh.. okay.” Harry nodded, awkwardly, and swiftly walked away. Just then, Niall came running down the stairs in one of his tank tops, and a pair of sweats. He smiled, still half asleep, wearing one of his old snap backs. He almost looked eighteen, again.

“It’s about time.” I joked, looking down at my imaginary watch.

“Oh, hush!” he shouted. “You’re lucky I’m here at all.”

I smiled, laughing. “Yeah, sooo lucky.”

We took off out the door, and I guess I surprised Niall with my speed for he struggled to match my pace. I had no idea where I was going, but Niall didn’t question it as I strode straight ahead. We had only ran a mile when Niall started huffing and puffing. I slowed down and stopped, to give him a quick breather. “What’s wrong old man? Too much for you?” I teased.

He just glared at me, holding his arms behind his head, taking in as much air as he could. “If I could breath, I would be saying very mean things to you right now,” he puffed.

I laughed, catching my own breath. “Where to next?”

“You mean you don’t know where we’re going?!” he shouted, sarcastically.

“Of course I do. I just wanted a second opinion.” I snapped back, playfully. He looked up at me, grinning widely. By this time, he was bent over, with this hands resting on his knees, breathing in heavily. I stood staring at him, waiting for him to continue the run. “You ready yet?” I asked, pretending to be impatient, but really not minding at all.

“Uggh” he groaned. “Can we, like, walk for a little while?” he begged.

I smiled, it made me feel good knowing that I was in better shape than Niall, even if he was older. “Sure.” I said. “Let’s go.” Again, I took off, walking straight ahead, having no idea where I was going. As we approached a less-busy corner, Niall stopped and grabbed my wrist. We stood silently for a second, as Niall took in his surroundings. Something must have clicked, for he tugged my wrist and began running in a different direction.
“Follow me!” he shouted, and I did as instructed. Within minutes we were approaching a large, green park. Children covered the playground area, while their parents and friends roamed around the wide open space surrounding it. I was surprised at how many people were here this early in the morning.

“Wow.” I mumbled to myself soaking it all in. The sight was fascinating.

“TAG! You’re it!” Niall shouted, pulling me back to reality, as he ran away wearing a proud grin.

“Ohh, it’s on!” I shouted, chasing after him. From the look on his face I don’t think he expected me to catch up to him that fast. His proud smirk quickly vanished as I jumped on his back, almost pushing him to the ground. Luckily he caught himself, and began running faster, securing me on his back.

“You’ll regret that!” he shouted up at me, increasing his speed. I wrapped my arms firmly around his shoulders, laughing hysterically. It wasn’t long, though, before I was rolling on the ground, Niall completely out of breath.

“Actually, I think you’re the one who is regretting it.” I smiled, holding back more laughter. Soon Niall, collapsed beside me, laying in the fresh, green grass. “You know, you really should work out more. It isn’t healthy for a man of your age to be this out of shape.” I joked. Though, he didn’t find it so funny.

“Why are you always comparing our ages?” he said, slightly raising his voice. “I get it, I’m older. But I’m not that old.”

I paused, choosing my words carefully. “I’m just kidding, Niall. Don’t be so sensitive.” He looked up at the clouds, not responding. “C’mon Niall. I’m just messing around. That’s what we do. We tease each other.” I said, hitting him playfully in the arm. He continued to ignore me. “Don’t be mad.” I pouted, sticking my lip out as far as I could get it. “Niallerrr?”

He managed a small smile, but suddenly stopped and turned to me. “Fine. Just promise me you’ll tone the ‘old man’ jokes down a bit, okay?”

I held my hands up in defense. “Okay. Promise!” He then smiled, and hit my arm back.

“Good.”

We both lay back, staring up at the clouds, letting the fresh morning air surround us. The air was cool, like after a fresh rain, though the grass remained nice and dry. Niall and I remained quiet for a few minutes, soaking in the beauty of the park, before I broke the silence.

“So I have a question.”

He shifted his head slightly in my direction, glancing at me from the corner of his eye.“Alright, shoot,” he answered, willingly.

“At what point in your life could you walk around in public without being mobbed by screaming fans?”

He chuckled to himself quietly, before answering the question. “Uhm.. recently, actually. One Direction ended around our mid twenties, so now that it’s been a few years, we can roam freely,” he smiled. “People will recognize us from time to time, but they’re usually pretty calm, and cool about it.”

“Do you miss it?”

“What? One Direction? Well, I still live with my four best friends and can sing anytime I want. But yeah, I guess I miss performing sometimes. Then again, having all this free time is nice too. I don’t know. It has its pros and cons.” He then became quiet and began staring back at the sky, smiling. I assumed he was reliving memories in his head.

I accepted his silence with my own, but soon interrupted. “Can I ask you another question?” I asked, hesitantly.

“You’re just full of questions today, aren’t you?” he smiled, turning his attention back to me. “Yeah, go for it.”

“Did Harry--I mean--has Harry—uhm..” I was stumbling over my words. “Did Harry ever mention..? Ya know, anything?” I said, nonchalantly gesturing to myself.

He looked at me puzzled for a minute, but then he caught on. “Oh! You mean, about..? No, we had no idea. I swear.” 

A slight frown took over my face, and my voice lowered. I guess I didn’t really expect anything else. And for that matter, I don’t know why I cared. I swallowed. “And if you had?”

He began to shift uncomfortably. “Well, I-I don’t know. I mean, at the time, we probably would have agreed with him. I mean, we were just beginning our career, not to mention that he was only fifteen. I couldn’t really see him having a kid while being a pop star. Ya know?” I looked down, fiddling with the blades of grass in between my fingers. “But now, honestly, looking at you... I think leaving you is the worst mistake he’s ever made.”

I looked up, letting a small smile cross my face. “You’re the best.” I said, getting up and hugging him.

“Just a man, who tells the truth,” he grinned, hugging me back.

“And now you’re being cheesy,” I laughed, hitting him lightly in the chest. “So much for our ‘run’, huh?”

“Yeah, sorry about that. You ready to head back?”

“Well that depends, are we actually going to run?”

“Uhm… I have a better idea.” Just then he turned around and commanded me to get on his back.

“You’re nuts!” I protested.

“Just do it!” He shouted. “If I’m so old and out of shape, this will be a good work out!”

“Hey, if I’m not allowed to say anything about your age, you aren’t either!” I shouted back at him. “Besides, Niall, it’s like two miles back to the house!”

“I can make it! Now come on!” And with that, I hopped on his back, and he took off toward the house. I held my arms securely around his neck, mumbling how crazy he was the whole time. As we made our way to the edge of the park, Niall tripped and fell face forward into the grass. I tumbled right over the top of him, rolling forward a ways, before stopping. Once I caught my breath, and steadied myself, I jumped up and ran over to help him up.

“Are you okay?!” I yelled, running over to him. He was on his knees, with his face planted firmly on the ground. When I reached his side, I rested my hand on his back, and tried to lift his face. His nose was bleeding everywhere, but his face was more red than anything.

“I’m so sorry..” he mumbled, not even acknowledging his own nose.

“Oh, stop. I’m fine! Are you okay, though?” I said, looking around frantically for something to wipe his nose with. Just then someone came running up behind me with a package of Kleenex.

“Yeah I-“ Niall started to say, just as the stranger reached us.

“Hey, I just saw what happened! Here, take this!” she said handing me the package.

“Oh, thank you!” I said, gratefully. I unwrapped the package, and began dabbing at Niall’s face, trying to clean up the mess of blood. “Ouch. It looks like you got your lip too,” I said, wincing at the blood running from his lower lip.

“That was some fall,” the stranger said, as if she were concerned.

“More like trip,” Niall said, rolling his eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked me. I hadn’t even had the chance to feel anything, since I was more concerned about Niall than myself. He picked up his hand, and ran his thumb under my left eye, followed by a bit of pain. Ouch.

“Yes, Niall. I’m fine.” I assured him, ignoring the pain. “Thank you.” I said looking up at the young woman who had given us her tissues. She was fairly tall, and athletically built. Dark brown hair fell to the middle of her back, complementing her deep brown eyes. She looked fairly young to me. Early twenties maybe?

“You already said that,” she smiled. “But you’re welcome.” Her smile was warm, and friendly. “I’m glad you two are alright,” she said, looking from me to Niall. She looked as if she was about to walk away, but stopped momentarily. “I’m sorry, but have we met before?” she asked looking at Niall. Niall was a mess, his face was still bleeding, and I think he was going to have a bruised cheek. It was already starting to swell.

“Uhh, I don’t think so,” he shrugged. “But it’s possible. What’s your name?”

“Rylee. Rylee Nicholls. What’s yours?”

“Hmm, doesn’t sound familiar. Sorry. I’m Niall. Niall Hor-“

“Horan?” she interrupted, in disbelief.

“Yeah,” he chuckled. “Heard of me?”

“Are you kidding me? One Direction was my life.” A huge smile swept over Niall’s face, and all I could do was roll my eyes. Rylee must have seen me, for she turned her attention toward me. “Is this your girlfriend?” she asked Niall, politely. In an instant Niall was beat red. I let out an inhumane snort, trying so hard not to burst into laughter.

“Uhh, no,” he shook his head.

Her eyes grew wider. “Your daughter?” At that point, I couldn’t hold it in any longer. I busted into a huge fit of laughter as Niall grew redder.

“No! She’s my—uh, friend,” he stuttered, glaring at me out of the corner of his eyes.

“Oh..” she said, growing red. “I’m so sorry.. I’ll just be going then..”

“No, wait!” I spoke up. She turned to face me. “If you’re such a big ‘1D’ fan, why don’t you come back to the house and meet the rest of the boys? I mean, it's the least we can do, you saved us.” I said, finally getting my laughter under control.

“What? Really? I don't want to cause you any trouble. Besides, all I did was give you some Kleenexes."

"It would be our pleasure," I smiled confidently.

"Okay, sure!” she said, happily. Niall looked at me in confusion. I shrugged. It’s not every day the boys get recognized. Well, not anymore.

As we got up to walk home, I wrapped my arm around Niall’s waist, steadying him for our long walk home. “I told you not to try it.” I grinned, as he held the tissues to his still-bleeding nose. He shot me another mean glare, but as I opened my mouth to respond, Rylee spoke.

“So, do you guys live together?” she asked, hesitantly, hoping not to offend either of us.

“Well, kind of,” I said, beating Niall to it. “I’m sort of related to Harry.” Niall had to hide a smirk, as I avoided telling her that Harry was my father.

“Oh! That’s cool. Is he like your older brother?” Rylee asked. This time, Niall was the one to let out an inhumane snort. I hit him on the arm, telling him if he did that again his nose would just keep bleeding.

“Not, exactly,” I said, not giving any further explanation.

Rylee nodded, not pushing me any farther. 

The walk home was nice and short. Rylee and I took turns picking on Niall, which she was surprisingly good at for had just meeting him. I don't think Niall appreciated our comments, though he didn't stop us. 

As we reached the house, I did my best to help Niall up the steps. Have I mentioned that we basically live in a castle? Rylee definitely noticed, for when I walked up to the door, she just stood on the sidewalk with her mouth gaping open. “Thi-i-is is your place?” she gawked.

“Well-“ I started, but Niall cut me off.

“No, it’s mine,” he smiled, scornfully. I rolled my eyes and left it at that. As we walked through the door, I noticed Liam, Louis, Zayn, and Harry were all in the living room watching TV. Rylee lingered on the porch, unsure of what to do. I held up my pointer finger, gesturing for her to give me a minute, while I helped Niall inside. Once in the door, everyone broke into chatter.

“Whoa! Nialler what happened?” Liam said, concerned.

“Jeesh, Rae! What’d you do?!” Louis teased.

“Go, Raegan!!” Zayn cheered, grinning at Niall.

Harry jumped up, worried, but stepped back, laughing as the comments flooded the room.

“Thanks guys, but this wasn’t me. Niall did this one to himself,” I said looking up at him.

“I’m not surprised,” Louis chuckled, smiling at Niall.

“Gee, thanks mate,” Niall said sarcastically, glaring at him.

“Maybe you should just go get cleaned up?” I suggested, patting Niall on the back. “But come right back.” I said, hinting with my eyes that Rylee was still here.

“Alright,” he sighed, and headed up the stairs. The boys caught on and were all staring at me with suspicious expressions. I smiled, and made my way back over to the door, telling Rylee to come in.

“Boys, I’d like you to meet Rylee.” I said, as she made her way through the door. Her face was red, and she looked a bit overwhelmed. You could just tell that this made her entire life.

“Hi,” the boys said in unison. You could tell it was accidental, because they all looked at each other and smiled as soon as they said it.

“Hi..” she said, her voice cracking. She then turned a deeper shade of red, and looked up in embarrassment. The boys laughed.

“Don’t worry, love. We don’t bite,” Louis said.

“Except maybe Harry,” Zayn added.

I looked to Harry who had been eyeing Rylee up and down since she walked in. His face turned its own shade of red at Zayn’s comment. Was Harry really checking her out? Disgusting.

“Well,” I said, trying to get the image of Harry and her out of my head, “Make yourself at home, and have fun with the boys. I’m going to go shower,” I said as I made my way up the stairs. Rylee looked at me hopelessly, but I just smiled. I liked Rylee. She was cool. But that doesn’t change the fact that the thought of her all alone with the boys was absolutely hilarious. I chuckled to myself, as I entered my room. Out of routine, I walked over to my mirror and took a good look at myself. I had quite the scratch under my eye, and it looked as if my cheek was slightly bruised, as well. I sighed, walking toward the bathroom. I needed a nice, long shower. 

 

~Author's Note~

Hey guys! I'm so sorry! I know this chapter took forever! I wasn't lying when I said I started it, because I had, but I wasn't happy with it, and I wasn't exactly positive where I was going with it. Thanks for your patience, and I hope you like the chapter! xx

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