My Aunts Boyfriend (Harry Styles L.S) (Discontinued)

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?


2. Chapter Two



When I arrived at the airport, I jumped out of the cab and walked to the back of the car. The trunk was already open so I carefully picked up the suitcases and put them on the curb. I slammed the trunk and handed a $10 tip to the cab driver through the window. I stared off as the cab drove off, gazing on at the cab as the red brake lights flashed, blinding my eyes. I snapped out of my gaze and picked up my suitcases and strolled through the electronic double doors into the airport.

Once I got inside, I checked my suitcases in under my Aunt's last name, Bower, and was on my way. I didn't think it would be easy, I always have a hard time at airports.

I saw the elevator and walked quickly over there before it got to busy at the secrurity center. I weaved through the line and found the security guard. He nodded for me to come through and hold my arms out. I did as I was told.

After that was over, I saw my Gate.
My Flight was 114, Gate 8.
I saw my last name on a white piece of paper far off in the distance.
Shuffling through the crazy tourists, I made it to the tall man with a chauffeur outfit on. He had no hair and light blue eyes.
He raised his eyebrows at me.

''I- I'm Kayla Mathews'' I said nervously, my palms suddenly getting sweaty.
The expression on his face told me to follow him.
He pointed at the Gate and said the flight would be leaving shortly.
I thanked him and walked down the narrow hallway.
I saw the pilot in the cockpitt and his face lit up.

''Hello Miss Mathews'' he said with a bright smile.
He was a young man, with dark brown hair and blue eyes, and few wrinkles around his face.

''Hi there'' I responded smiling slightly.

''We're leaving now" He said kindly.
I glanced around the airplane.

''But there's no one in here yet" I said as a matter of fact.

"That's because it's a private flight. Your Aunt owns this plane" he said with a smirk, saying 'I told you so'.
My eyebrows raised.
"Now please sit. We must leave. We’re running late" he said buckling himself in his seat.

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