I'm Not A Baby!!!

Hey, I'm Charlotte Styles. In the beggining of this book I go through my ages, until I'm 17. My brother's name is Harry Styles, ya, from One Direction. Well, now to tell you about my life, my horrible, crappy life. Then, I met Zayn.
FYI: its rated R, but, if you can handle it, then you can. Warning!!!


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Hey! My name is Charlotte Christina Styles. I'm 6-years-old. My parents are Anne Cox and Des Styles. My brother is Harry Styles, and he is 7-years-old. Even though I am his baby sister, I don't want to be treated like it. If anything, I am more mature than him.

"Haha, your only friend is a doll!!" he taunted.

"Shut-up. At least people like me for me. Not because I have money." i said,

"Funny, becuase, last time I checked, no one likes you. Oh ya, did you forget that you have the same money?" he taunted again. This time he took my doll and ripped off her head.

"NOO!! DOLLY!!!! MUMMY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" i screamed. My mum came running through the door.

"Harry Edward Styles! Go inside!!!" she screamed. She got my doll and gave me a hug. I was always her favorite.

"It's ok. I'll get you a new doll. Don't worry." she said to me, trying to calm me down. I went back to my room and started to play with my doll house. He was always mean to me. He would make fun of my looks all the time.

I have straight, blonde hair and big, bright, blue eyes. I don't know where I got my looks from. I didn't get any of my looks from either of my parents. He has brown, curly hair and green eyes. He looks like a mix of both of my parents. Apparently, I look like my great-grandma.

"Hey, look. It's the abnormal Styles child." said Harry.

"Leave me alone, Harry. Go and hang out with one of you wierd friends." i said. He left and started hanging out with these two boys. They said that when they are older, they were going to start a band. Ya right.

"Char, there is someone at the door for you." said my mom. I went to the door and looked outside. There was a girl around Harry's age. I opened the door.

"Hello?" i asked.

"Hello, my name is Eleanor Clader. I just moved in next-door." she answered. I invited her in and we went up to my room.

"Wow, you have a really pretty room." she said. My room was decorated with music notes, all over. I had a piano in one corner, and, I had a secret recording booth. Shhh, you didn't hear that.

Everyday after that me and El played in my room with my dolls.




"Happy Birthday to you!!!!" everone sang around me. Today is my 10th birthday, and I have become pretty popular. But, unlike Harry, I became popular because people liked my personality, not my money.

"Happy birthday, Lottie." said El.

"Thank you El." i responded giving her a hug. She helped me plan my party. It was a simple gathering in my backyard, it was also a pool party. Harry and his friends were in the corner, snickering. I looked around for what they were staring at, but realized that it was at me and El. See, me and El were, what you would say, 'Early Bloomers'. She was way taller than me, she was 5' 8". I was 5'3". I am already a 36B and El is a 34B. I was younger, and shorter, and I had bigger boobs. We were both in bikini's.

"Is it just me, or are they staring?" i asked, hinting towards the boys.

"Ugh." she said, she turned around. "TAKE A PITCTURE! IT WILL LAST LONGER!!!" she screamed at them. They all stopped and ran into the pool.

"I hate having boobs. I mean, I'm only 10. This is kinda awkward. Everyone else in my grade is flat. Why aren't I? " i said. She said she didn't know. We just kept having fun at the party.




"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU!! I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING!!!" i screamed at my NOW ex-boyfriend, Max. He was cheating on me with some skank in my grade. I'm in grade 9 and so far, it isn't the best. Harry doesn't taunt me that much, infact, when i started dating Max, he became protective. Now, i can see why. He probably knew he was up to no good. He's probably gonns say 'I told you so'




"Mum!! Why did he get to chase his dream? I wanted to be a singer more than he did!!" i screamed, Harry got to try-out for X-Factor, knowing that is was my dream.

"I don't want another one of my children gone. Ok." she screamed back.

"I just wanna follow my dream!! Ok Mum. That's all I want. All I ever wanted." i said, calming down.

"Well, he's coming home. Along with his band." she said. Harry got put together with a band during X-Factor, and we were going to meet them.

"Fine." i said, marching up to my room. I got it ready, my room design hasn't changed, there are still music notes, and everything. Someone knocked on the door. I opened it and it was El. We went to my room. We started playing the guitar, well really it was her watching and me playing and singing. I deceided that I would play my favorite song of all time, wich, of course, Harry took from me. I strum the beggining cord.


Isn't she lovely
Isn't she wonderful
Isn't she precious
Less than one minute old
I never thought through love we'd be
Making one as lovely as she
But isn't she lovely made from love

Isn't she pretty
Truly the angel's best
Boy, I'm so happy
We have been heaven blessed
I can't believe what God has done
Through us he's given life to one
But isn't she lovely made from love

Isn't she lovely
Life and love are the same
Life is Aisha
The meaning of her name
Londie, it could have not been done
Without you who conceived the one
That's so very lovely made from love" i sang. El clapped and told me I have a wonderful voice. Then there was another knock on the door. I went and answered it, but this time to a group of boys. They all had to look down at me becuase i was shorter. But they all just kept staring at my boobs, I mean ya. I was a 36DD, but that couldn't mean they could stare. but when I looked down, i realized I was only in a sports bra and booty shorts. Whatever, it's not like I'll see them ever again.

"Sorry, must have the wrong house. I could've sworn it was this one." said an all too familier voice.

"Harry? Harry Styles? How could you forget me?" i asked, he looked at me and his eyes widened.

"Guys!! Stop staring, that's my little sister!!" he screamed, moving infront of them.

"It'salright, Hazza. I'm not gonna date any of them. They aren't even hot." i said, they all gapped at me.

"What? Is it something I said?" i asked, laughing at their reactions. I don't get why all boys care about is how big a girls boobs are. I mean, what about her personality?

"Charlie, I think that you should go upstairs and change. Now." growled Harry.

"Gosh Hazza, what nervous that your friends are gonna fuck me?" i said, taunting him. This time, the tables are gonna be turned.

"What did you say?" he asked, turning around.

"I said, are you nervouse that your friends are gonna fuck me so hard the whole neighborhood knows their name?" i said, still taunting him. El came downstairs and froze, she knew that there was going to be a sibling smack-down.

"Come, I'll show you guys the family room. My name's Eleanor and i'm friends with Charlotte." she said, leading the boys to the family.

"Behave yourself, little girl." he said.

"I'M NOT A BABY!!!" i screamed back

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