1. Close to Nothing *Finished*

Maisey-- the "weakling". The quiet one. The one everyone leaves out. The one no one understands. The one often called "loner" or "wimp". The one that does all that she can to understand others, but just can't. The one that finally meets the guy of her dreams, but there's no way he'll ever be into her.
Maisey... The one who has close to nothing to live for. But only one person can change that. But first, he'll have to notice her. Or maybe... she'll have to notice HIM.

(Warning: some scenes that may not be appropriate for readers younger than 13-15 years old. Reader discretion advised.)


16. A House in the Hills

Harry's POV

"We should move," I told Maisey as she sketched my face on a canvas. Her strokes of the pencil stopped, her eyes lifting to mine.

"Move?" she asked.

"Out of the city," 

"Why?" she set her pencil down. "Your flat is great."

"I want Hazel to grow up away from all of the buzz of the city," I said. Maisey grasped my hand, giving me a smile.

"You're going to be one of those protective fathers, aren't you?" she mused, a dimple popping out of her cheek. I rolled my eyes with a chuckle.

"I guess so... But what do you think? About moving?"

"I mean, it's your money, so spend it on what you want," she shrugged. "But how far out are you thinking?"

"I want a house on a hill," I replied, imagining it. "With huge trees around it; a pond out back."

She nodded, shrugging.

"And a beautiful room for our child, made up how she wants it," I smirked. "And a love den for us..."

"I like the sound of that," she giggled. 

"So what do you say?" I held out my hand to her. She glanced at it, thinking for a moment, but then burst into laughter.

"Okay, okay," she gave in, giving me a hug. "When do we start house-hunting?"

"In a few days?" 


Maisey's POV

"This establishment is a beautiful and historic five bedroom, three bath home with dark-stained hardwood and a pool and hot-tub in the back," the real estate agent allowed us inside the huge house. Its grandeur was astonishing-- even more fancy than his flat. I gasped, marveling at the granite in the kitchen and Victorian-style woodwork. She led us down a hallway to the living room and sunroom that adjoined through a pair of gold-accented french doors. I felt like I was in some sort of movie. The whole house was a dream. 

"It's great," Harry said, eyes tracing the crown moulding of the ceiling and walls. "Can we see upstairs?"

"Of course," the woman replied. We made our way up a tiered staircase that ended with a balcony overlooking the downstairs floorplan. I pretended to have a 'Titanic' moment as I leaned up against the rail of the balcony, overlooking the living room. 

"Here's the master," the woman gestured to another pair of french doors that lead to a large-scale bedroom with high ceilings and huge windows. "Separate closets just off the bathroom area."

"Separate?" Harry whined. I elbowed him, making eyes at him like: Not now!

"Er, yes," the woman said uncomfortably. "But look at this shower!" 

It was indeed breathtaking-- with rounded marble walls that formed a 'U' shape, then a glass door enclosing it. You could fit around ten people in there easily, probably more... But I told Harry not to get any ideas. 

"I love it," Harry said, nudging me with a smirk. I giggled, shoving him off. The real estate agent nodded, winking.

"The rest of the rooms are this way," she gestured out, to four other bedrooms in a horse-shoe. "There's a smaller one that would make a good office, another you could use for the guest room, one that you could use as a gameroom or den, and lastly, I'd like to show you this one..." She had a sly smile on her face as we followed her into the bedroom nearest the master. I gasped when I entered it; Harry was obviously awe-struck, as well.

"The little girls' room," she announced. Indeed it was. The ceilings met up at a point-- almost like a castle tower. A skylight shone a large rectangular ray of sunshine onto one half of the room, like a spot-light. This room was the only one that was painted already-- half of the wall was painted a mint-green colour; the other half, separated by white moulding, painted tan. The adjacent bathroom was equally as grand.

I felt tears well up in my eyes as I turned to Harry, nodding vigorously, "This is it." I managed. I could clearly imagine little Hazel playing dress-up in her closet; learning to play her first piano chord; singing with her Daddy. I could imagine coming into her bedroom at night, soothing her after having a scary dream. I could imagine the story-telling, makeovers, girl talks... everything. Most of all, I could see my little girl growing up here. Becoming a role model for everyone around her. 

"We'll take it," Harry said, then kissed me firmly on the mouth. I pulled away, smiling uncontrollably. I couldn't wait to raise my family here, with no one else than Harry Styles. My love.



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