Teenage Years

It's hard being the teenage daughter of Harry Styles, one of the members of one of the most popular bands on the planet, and Emma Styles knows it all too well. Emma's been in the spotlight all her life, but now that she's a teenager, photographers and everyone at school won't let her have a moment's peace. On top of all that, Emma has a really big crush on her Irish uncle Niall, something that her dad's bound to find out, and when he does, all hell breaks loose. And what happens when Emma accidentally discovers that her mom and her uncle Liam used to have a thing going on all those years ago? Daddy's good girl goes bad. ~ Book 3 in The Rebound Girl series. ~ Please note that I don’t encourage this kind of relationship and that this fanfic is for entertainment only.

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4. The Nephew

Next morning, someone shook me relentlessly until I woke up, and when I peered at the person who was leaning over me, I saw a mop of dark, curly hair, a pair of big, emerald eyes, and plump, pink lips.

‘Daddy?’ I asked, looking at the angelic face through sleepy eyes.

‘Don’t be silly, Em. It’s me, Eddie,’ my little brother said, chuckling and shaking his head. It was ridiculous how much Eddie looked like Dad. Eddie also had an athletic body. He played football and rugby. He loved all the attention he got from girls and photographers, and he always used his ridiculous good looks to his advantage. He always got what he wanted. Eddie was the most massive and cheekiest flirt that ever walked this earth.

‘Oh, Eddie, what do you want?’ I groaned, pushing him away. ‘It’s Saturday morning! You just don’t wake up someone on a Saturday morning!’

‘First off, it’s already noon, sleepyhead,’ Eddie replied, pulling me up. ‘And secondly, Mom and Dad want to talk to you about something, so, get your lazy bum up and come with me downstairs,’ he finished, dragging me out of bed.

‘What do they want to talk to me about?’ I asked, yawning big, rubbing one eye. Eddie shrugged, leading me by the hand down the stairs.

In the living room, Mom was sitting on Dad’s lap and was feeding him banana and honey porridge with a spoon. Dad had his right arm wrapped around her waist while his left hand was gently rubbing her thigh. Mom and Dad have been together for nearly sixteen years, since they were twenty, and they were still fully and crazy in love with each other. But they had this bad habit of acting as if the two of them were alone all the freaking time! They kissed and stared into each other’s eyes and touched each other as if nobody could see them. Uncle Louis often complained about it, but Mom and Dad weren’t bothered.

‘Mom?’ I called, rolling my eyes.

‘Hmm?’ Mom cooed, running her hand through Dad’s hair, looking at his face, and pretty much ignoring me.

MOM?’ I squealed, stomping my foot on the ground, and both my parents jolted, finally turning their eyes on me.

‘Yes, darling, what is it?’ Mom asked, while Dad kissed her cheek.

‘You wanted to talk to me?’ I asked, folding my arms.

‘Oh, right,’ Mom said, putting the porridge aside. ‘Your uncle Niall called your dad this morning. He asked us if you could go with him, Dalia and her nephew, Jimmy, at the funfair this afternoon, and we promised him that you would.’

My eyes widened, my brow furrowed, my lip curled and my mouth fell. ‘WHAT?’ I shouted, balling my hands into fists on my sides. Then, I went on a little rant, ‘How could you promise uncle Niall something like that before asking me first?’

My reaction took my parents by surprise and they looked at each other for a moment. Then, Dad shrugged, while Mom replied timidly, ‘We didn’t think you would mind, darling.’

‘But I do mind!’ I shouted. I was all frustrated. Honestly, my parents had no idea what was going on in my life. They had no idea what I went through every day because I was Harry freaking Styles’ daughter. They were so oblivious to everything that they were sending me to spend an afternoon with my biggest crush, my uncle Niall, his witch of a girlfriend, Dalia, and my freaking bully of four years, Jimmy.

‘What’s the big deal, Em?’ Eddie asked coolly. He was leaning against the wall, eating a banana.

‘Shut up, Eddie,’ I mumbled, but when I looked at him, my eyes softened. Our parents were always so wrapped up into each other that they didn’t even notice how Eddie was changing girls like he was changing his shirts. But even if they did try to restrain him now, it was too late.

The doorbell rang, and I went to get it, but when I did, I squealed irritably, ‘I can’t catch a freaking break this morning!’

It was Jimmy, and the minute I opened the door, he ran his widened eyes all over me, whistling. He was half amused, half surprised, because, my hair was everywhere, I was still wearing my pink cotton pajamas with the white bunnies on them and I had my glasses on. Plus, I was barefoot, and last night, I had painted the toenails of my right foot bright yellow, while I had painted the toenails of my left foot metallic purple, but nobody was supposed to know that! And Jimmy knew that now. So, I wondered, why, oh, why did Jimmy have to see me like that?

‘You’re a hot mess, babe, you know that?’ Jimmy said with a cheeky half smile, shoving his hands into his pockets. Jimmy’s brown hair was deliberately messy and tousled while his brown eyes glimmered like liquid caramel in the sun. He was wearing a plain white t shirt, black jeans and brown boots. I had to admit, he looked hot. But he was bad. He was so bad.

I hid my face in my hands. ‘You’re going to tell everyone at school about this, aren’t you?’ I asked, dreading his answer.

‘Nope,’ Jimmy replied, folding his arms, showing off his biceps, and shaking his head back and forth.

My hands fell to my sides. ‘You won’t?’ I asked, blinking. I was in shock.

‘No, I won’t, Emma, so, relax, babe, okay?’ Jimmy assured me, but with an impish grin plastered on his lips.

‘Will you stop calling me, babe, too?’ I asked with a big smile, hoping.

Jimmy threw his head back laughing for a moment. ‘No, babe, sorry,’ he replied, shrugging. ‘It slips out of my mouth whenever I see you, so, I’m going to stick with that one.’

I narrowed my eyes at him and asked all suspicious, ‘Why are you being so nice?’

But Jimmy just chuckled, looking at the ground.

Dad came to the door, too, and stood next to me. ‘Hi. I’m Harry Styles, I’m Emma’s dad,’ Dad told Jimmy, extending his hand.

Jimmy shook it, scratching the back of his head awkwardly. ‘Nice to meet you, Sir,’ Jimmy said. He looked and sounded nervous. ‘I’m Jimmy Shadows. Auntie Dalia sent me to pick up Emma. We’re all going to the funfair together this afternoon.’

‘Call me, Harry, lad, yeah?’ Dad said, smiling, and Jimmy nodded. Dad went on, ‘Come on in, Jimmy. We’ll have a cup of tea until Emma gets ready. It always takes her ages to get dressed.’

Dad!’ I cried, embarrassed, and Jimmy stared at me with a smile playing on his lips. He was obviously holding back a laugh.

‘What is it, baby girl?’ Dad asked, half smiling. ‘Did I say something that isn’t true?’

But I didn’t reply. Instead, I huffed, turned my back to the both of them and went up the stairs. When I looked behind, I caught Jimmy checking me out behind Dad’ back. My mouth fell, but Jimmy winked at me, following Dad into the living room.

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Who likes Jimmy Shadows? Hmm? Who? It can't only be me, right? :) x

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