"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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4. Unexpected Guests

 

 

Chapter Four:

Unexpected Guests 

 

 

Though I blame myself for changing the lives of the five men downstairs, it doesn’t lessen my hate for Harry. He made me. He messed up. Everything that’s about to change for him is well deserved. Even so, I still feel guilty.

                I make my way down the long hallway, peeking in rooms hoping to find a vacant one. Finally about halfway down the hallway of endless doors I find a room with no trace of ownership. The room is simple, yet incredible. Mom and I lived in a two bedroom apartment. It was cozy, but it wasn’t anything special. This one room, however, put that entire apartment to shame. The room is spacious, even though the middle was occupied by a large four post bed. Each of the four walnut posts tower 3 feet above my head. A matching walnut dresser stands to the left of the bed, closest to the door. On the opposite side of the bed, a desk stands inferior to a magnificent window. I walk over and peer out. It is dark, but I can see the many lights of London. I sigh, accepting that this would be my new home.

                I stand staring out the large window for several minutes before I hear a knock at the door. “Come in?” I say unsure of who it might be. With a turn of the knob, the door reveals a familiar face. It's Louis.

“Hey” he says softly.

I nod acknowledging his presence.

“So... I see you’ve found a room. This one’s nice,” he says looking around like he has never seen it before.

Again, I nod to show him I was listening.

“Look, I’m just as confused as you are, love,” he starts, “but don’t worry. Harry will come around…eventually, and so will the others. Yeah, it’ll be different for awhile, but life’s about new experiences right?” He sounded like he's giving me a pep-talk. He can see I was not amused. “Alright. Sorry. But I’m serious, it will be okay.” He follows up this statement with a warm smile.

“Alright,” I say, half smiling to make him feel better.

He stands in the doorway for a moment longer looking me up and down.

“What?” I say with a bit of unexpected annoyance.

“Oh. Sorry,” he says blushing of embarrassment. “You just… look a lot like.. Harry.” And with that he smiles and leaves. As soon as he is out of sight I run straight to the mirror and observe myself closely. “There’s no way I look like that man.” I whisper to myself. “My hair is blonde, just like my mom’s. Yeah okay, so I have his green eyes, but that doesn’t mean—“ I look closer. “Shit.” Our faces were the same shape too. Not only that, but my curls matched the ones on his head. It is then that I make the decision to straighten my hair for the rest of my life. I groan irritably and walked over to the enormous bed. There, I plop myself down and stare at the dark ceiling. Suddenly, I hear another knock at the door. I jump up leaning back on my elbows. “Come in?” I say still unsure about visitors.

The door busts open to reveal the blonde one. I’m already sick of him. “Hey!” he shouts jumping up on the bed. “Hi Niall.” I say, annoyance in my voice.

 “Nice room,” he smirks.

“Well if it’s so nice, how come it was empty?!” I explode, thinking back to Louis’s comment.

“Uhh..” he mutters, not knowing how to respond.

“Sorry,” I sigh. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me…”

 “You’re stressed,” he says slapping one of his hands down on my knee. I jump at the gesture. He ignores it as if he was lost in thought.

“Yeah, I suppose so,” I admit, sighing again.

“Come on back downstairs!” he says excitedly, shaking off whatever he was previously thinking about.

“I’ll pass,” I say.

“What? You’re just gonna sit up here all night?”

I glance at the clock. “Niall it’s 4:30 in the morning.” I say remembering how exhausted I am.

“Yeah? Well, do you remember who you just moved in with?” he says not letting it go.

“Well yeah but—“  he grabs my hand and starts to pull me towards the door. “Niaaall.” I groan, really not wanting to see anyone.

“C’mon!” he shouts, “You have to get used to us eventually!”

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