My Aunts Boyfriend (Harry Styles L.S)

NOTE: This is NOT mine, all rights and credit go to the original author (sharing it cause I really LOVE this story, and I hope you will too:) ) November 18, 2012. That Date will always be ingraved in my head.. That was the day my parents were killed. My name is Kayla Mathews, I’m 15, and I go to High School. I’m the only child, and I’m from Charlotte, North Carolina. But that’s all about to change. Supposedly, in my parents will, it states that if anything should happen to them, I am to live with my Aunt… Problem is, I don’t know my Aunt. I mean I’ve heard of her, got a few gifts during the year for Christmas and my Birthday. End of Story. But, now I have a ticket for tomorrow to fly there.. You know where she lives? England.


6. Chapter Six

The Front Door accidently slammed.


“Oops” I said.

 Harry turned around and looked at me.


 “It’s ok babe, don’t worry about it” He said with a wink.

 Was he flirting with me? I asked myself.

 No, he can’t be, he’s dating my Aunt!

 Harry’s car flashed when he unlocked it.

 I let myself inside the car.

 Harry started the engine and started backing out of the driveway.


“What do you want to eat?” Harry asked.


 “Oh, um I don’t mind. Whatever you want” I reply.

 He laughed at that.


“Okay Babe” he said.

 I look out the window and see we’re turning out of the House Development, or should I say, “Mansion Development”

 Soon enough, we pulled into Nando’s


“This place serves the best food!” Harry exclaims.


 “Oh cool” I said.

 We hopped out of the car and got in line to order our food.

 I followed Harry and sat down at a table to wait for our food.

 Our ticket number is 112.

 “So… How old are you?” Harry asks curious.


 “15” I reply.


 “Order Number 112, you’re food is ready” the loud intercom recalls.

 Harry pushes his seat back and pays the cashier with his Visa and he signals for me to follow him to the car.

 Harry and I get in the car and then he starts to drive.

 I look to my left and see the car is slowly coming to a stop.

 Finally, the car stops moving.

 He looks over at me, and then starts to lean over me.

 I start to push myself against the window.


 “Harry?” I ask.

 He looks at me with no emotion in his face.

 He sees I look uncomfortable.


“Uh, you weren’t wearing your seatbelt” he says and straps me in.

 “Oh, um thanks” I say shyly.

 I couldn’t help but wonder the rest of the car ride home if Harry really was trying to put my seatbelt on….

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