What are the Odds

"What are you doing!?" I, Skylar Coon, shouted at my Mother.
"Get out." She replied. She threw me my purple duffle bag with all my clothes, my phone, and journal. Then she threw my purse to me too.
"Why are you doing this?" I wispered, tears streaming down my face.
"Your adopted." Was the last thing she said to me before handing me a piece of paper with an adress on it. I was adopted?

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2. I'm Sure

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          ~Skylar’s POV~

 

“I’m Harry Styles”

Where have I heard that name before, I questioned myself, I decided to push those thoughts away and focus on the matter at hand. I just accepted the invitation to stay at a total stranger’s house. This could turn awful, but, I don’t know. Harry just, he just sounds so sincere and caring. Let’s just see how this goes.

“So Skylar,” Harry said, knocking me back to reality, “Are, umm, are you like, ok?”

I took a deep breath,

“Well, no, not really,” I said feeling my eyes fill back up with tears.

“What’s wrong?” He said putting his large hand on my back.

“My, mom, just, she just snapped, and, and she, told me that, that-” And here I go, crying again. I covered my face with my hands, attempting to hide my face from Harry. He moved his hand from my back to my shoulder and pulled me closer.

“Hey, it’s all right, you don’t have to tell me right now, take your time.” He said comforting me. He removes my hands from my face and slightly smiled at me.

“Thanks Harry,” I replied, wiping away my tears.

The rest of the walk to Harry’s house consisted of comfortable silence, and the occasional shuffling of Harry shifting my duffle bag to his other shoulder.

“Umm, Skylar.” Harry said nervously.

“Yea?” I responded

“Do, do you like, know who I am?” He questioned looking at me.

“Well you said your name is Harry Styles, so yea, I do.” I answered, giggling slightly.

“No, I mean like, well, never mind.” Harry started, “Just, don’t freak out.”

“Why would I freak out?” I said slightly confused. Just as I asked the question we walked up to the drive way of a Mansion. And on the gates at the front of the drive way had a big “1D” logo on it. Then it finally clicked, this is Harry Styles from One Direction. The famous Harry Styles. I looked at him wide-eyed. Why hadn’t I known this? Everyone at my school loves them.

“I had no idea, if I bothered you I’m sorry, here I’ll go, I don’t want t-”

“Stop! Your fine! You didn’t bother me at all; I enjoy your company, I don’t want you to think of me as famous, I want you to think of me as a normal teenage boy, you’re not a bother at all, I’ve got more than enough room for you here and you said it yourself that you have nowhere to go, I don’t want you out on the streets that would be awful!” Harry said quite fast, almost desperately trying to get me to agree with him.

“Are you sure?” I asked hesitantly, looking into his deep emerald eyes, hoping he wasn’t disgusted with my eyes.

“I’m sure.” Harry responded, smiling deeply, showing off his dimples.

 

         ~Harry’s POV~

 

When a little red headed girl crashed into me in the street, I was shocked, especially when I realized she was crying. I felt her legs buckle under her so I held her upright, I allowed her to cry onto my shoulder, and I muttered comforting things to her as she cried. She sounded really torn up, and she had a duffle bag with her so I assume she was kicked out of her own home or maybe she ran away. After she had stopped crying I gently pushed her back and put my hands on her shoulders to get a good look at her. To say I was surprised by her appearance was an understatement. She was absolutely beautiful. She had fair skin and freckles were neatly placed along her high cheek bones, but her most shocking feature was her eyes, they were marvelous, so rich in color and so different. Different because her right eye was an electric blue, but her left eye was an outstandingly deep shade of green. She was so different yet so beautiful, and I loved it. I decided to go out on a limb and ask her if she had a place to stay. She didn’t. I invited her to my house and she accepted. I best part of this whole thing was that she didn’t know that I’m famous! The whole walk back to my house I kept stealing glances at her, astonished by how beautiful she was. Once we were almost at my house I spoke up.

 “Umm, Skylar.” I said nervously.

“Yea?” She responded

“Do, do you like, know who I am?” I questioned her, studying her face.

“Well you said your name is Harry Styles, so yea, I do.” She answered, giggling slightly.

“No, I mean like, well, never mind.” I started, “Just, don’t freak out.”

“Why would I freak out?” Skylar said slightly confused. Just as She asked the question we walked up to my drive way. And of course, the gates at the front of the drive way had a big “1D” logo on it. She looked at me wide-eyed.

 “I had no idea, if I bothered you I’m sorry, here I’ll go, I don’t want t-”

“Stop! Your fine! You didn’t bother me at all; I enjoy your company, I don’t want you to think of me as famous, I want you to think of me as a normal teenage boy, you’re not a bother at all, I’ve got more than enough room for you here and you said it yourself that you have nowhere to go, I don’t want you out on the streets that would be awful!” I said quite fast, desperately trying to get her to agree with me. I just met this beautiful girl and I have to get to know her, I can’t just let her walk away!

“Are you sure?” She asked hesitantly, looking into my eyes, which I’m very happy about because that gave me an excuse to look into hers.

 “I’m sure.” I responded smiling, trying to show off my dimples.

 

 

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