Long Lost Styles

Harry Styles and Mikaela Styles are brother and sister. When Harry was 12 and Mikaela was 10 their parents split up and they went separate ways. When Mikaela is 18 she runs away in search of her brother. When she finds him, he protects her, maybe a little too much. Will this be a family reunion or a mistake Mikaela wishes she never made?


1. Miss me?

Mikaela's POV
'Attention passengers we will be landing in 5 minutes' I snapped to attention. I am flying to my home town to see my brother, Harry. I have been searching for him. I can't wait to see him. He doesn't know I'm coming which makes this even more fun. Nothing was wrong living with my dad but I was lonely. No crazy brother to laugh with, no bossy mum to fight with. I need that. I fastened my seatbelt as we landed. I hopped of the plane and ran through the airport. I was just so excited. My brother I hadn't seen for 8 years is here and I am going to surprise him. I stood out on the street and awaited arrival of a taxi. As a taxi pulled up I hopped in and told him the address. Not long now.
As the taxi came to a stop I squeaked in excitement. "How much?" I asked eager to leave. "No charge for the pretty lady." The taxi driver said. "Thank you very much." I said as I got out of the taxi with my bag in my hand. I watched as the taxi sped off down the road. The house hasn't changed much. Just a new colour to the window frames. "This is it." I said to myself. If mum still lives here and Harry doesn't then I can ask her where he lives. I slowly make my way up the steps to the front door. I take a deep breath and knock. I hear footsteps walking down the stairs to the door. I grip my bag a little tighter as my hands start to get sweaty. The door flys open and my mum is standing there. When she looks at me she doesn't recognize me straight away. "Hello can I- Mikaela?" I nodded and she pulled me in for a tight hug. "Hi mum." I say as tears start flooding my eyes. I can tell she is crying because...well..she's mum, she always cries. "What are you doing here? How did you get here? Does your father know?" I laughed. "So many questions. Can't I come in?" She nods and pulls me inside. I sit my bag down and walk over to the table with her. We sit down and all she can do is stare at me. "Mum...stop staring, it's just me." She nods and smiles. "Your so different." I laughed. "That's cause I'm 18 not 10." She smiles and starts asking me questions again. "So why are you here love?" "Well, I'm 18 so I came by myself to see you and Harry. Dad doesn't know but he can't tell me what to do in my opinion. I came by plane. I came because, remember when I was going with dad and you said that you would keep in touch?" She slowly nodded. "You never did, I was heartbroken, I missed you and Harry." She shook her head. "I'm sorry. I just was too caught up in everything else around me that I forgot about our promise." I nodded slowly. "Do you know where Harry is? I want to see my brother." Mum nodded. "I can call him." I laughed. "I want it to be a surprise." She nodded and wrote his address down on a piece of paper. "Hun, he lives with 4 of his friends." I nodded. "That's fine. Can I leave my stuff here?" She nodded. "Of course you can." She gave me a hug and a kiss and I left to go see Harry. He didn't live that far away so I walked.
I hadn't been walking for long when I saw the address on the piece of paper. I walked up to the door. It was actually a really pretty house. Very modern and MASSIVE. I knocked on the door and waited. A few moments later a blonde haired boy answered the door. He was Irish. I could tell by the accent. "Can I help you?" "Um yeah, I'm looking for Harry." He rolled his eyes. "You another one night stand wondering why he didn't call?" "Excuse me?! One night stand?" He laughed and took a bite of the pizza he was holding. "Just joking." I sighed. "HARRY! SOMEONE AT THE DOOR FOR YA!" I took a deep breath and the Irish boy walked away. I heard thumping and then the Irish boy talking again. "Some girl is there waiting for you." "Some girl? What the hell? Is it my mum?" I heard someone laugh. "Too young to be your mum." There was footsteps coming towards the door. Then the guy I had been waiting to see stood right in front of me. Is curls still there. The dimples when he flashed me a small smile. "Harry. Oh god." He just stared at me weird. Wow he was slow at picking stuff up. "Yeah that's me. Can I help you?" I shrugged my shoulders. "Can you help me?" He gave me a confused look. "You look familiar have we met?" I rolled my eyes. "Yes Harry. We have met." He took a step closer to me and shut the door then leaned against it. "Harry Edward Styles, please just kill me already." He shook his head. "I thought you would recognize your own sister by now." He snapped to attention and started laughing. "I knew it was you the whole time. I was just playing." He pulled me in for hug. "Miss me?" I asked. He chuckled. "Yes. Everyday." I started crying tears of joy. Of course trust my brother to make me think that he actually forgot me. "You crying Mikki?" He asked and laughed. "No Hazza, my eyes are sweating. Of course I'm crying you twit!" He laughed and took me inside the house with him. I sat awkwardly on the couch next to him as he kept staring at me. "Your just like mum." I said and giggled. "It's weird..." I rolled my eyes. "Your weird." I said and and hugged him. I could hug him all day. "Does dad know that your here?" I shook my head. "I'm 18, he can't tell me what to do." I laughed and so did Harry. We were still hugging each other in complete silence but it wasn't weird or anything it was peaceful. I missed this.
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