Baby Doll - h.s

My junior year was finally here and planning for university was my only goal. But goals change and sometimes you meet new people who bring suprises. Some good, some bad and some end up in the court room.


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I looked at the pub that stood in front of me, it was a bit old and dusty but it was quite popular. I knew Mr.Styles was going to be playing tonight and I was really interested to see who was in his band. We had hardly spoken the rest of the week, we both would say hello in between classes but that was about it. I suppose he was a teacher and I shouldn't really expect much more from him, which I didn't. I threw my hands in my pockets and walked towards the door. No one questioned how old I was since they only really need to know your age if you want a drink.

The pub was full of people sitting around some playing pool and some having dinner. I made my way to one of the couches I front of the stage. I could see Mr. Styles and his band setting everything up, he looked so concentrated getting all the mikes set up and to the right height. I smiled as he didn't realise I was there until he sat down on a small bar stool and introduce them. There were five young men in total, two on guitar, one on the drums and two with no instruments but they all had microphones.

"Hello ladies and gentle men, we are one direction and this is our latest song called Don't Forget Where you belong." Mr.Styles smiled as he looked at all of the boys who nodded their heads. He tapped his foot three times almost like a count down.

One of the brown haired boys started off the song,"Been a lot of places.

I've been all around the world.

Seen a lot of faces.

Never knowing where I was." His voice was sweet and the song just seem to get better as the went taking turns on the verses and coming together in the chorus. I swayed my head happily side to side with the beat of the music. All of their voices seemed to go well together and everything just flowed.

They preformed about 5 or six songs all together then it was time for the next band. They took. the guitars but left everything else so I guessed that they owned the guitars. I watched them as they exited the stage it seemed that Mr.Styles didn't see me so I thought I would stay to see who would be on next. "Did you enjoy the show Anastasia?" I jumped as Mr.Styles deep voice came from behind me. He laughed at my reaction and took a seat on the couch with me. He spread his arms along the back of the couch lightly brushing my hair as he did so.

"I did very much enjoy the show."

"I'm glad." He smiled making me blush slightly.

"Did you guys write all of those?" I wondered simply trying to make conversation.

"Every word."

"They were great songs."

"Well I hope you'd think so otherwise this would be really embarrassing." He dryly laughed as he reached out and touched my cheek. I felt a warm sensation when he touched me and butterflies in my stomach. The couch was small so we were already close together but that meant less time for us to think about what we were doing. He hooked his fingers into the belt hoops of my jeans pulling me towards him. He then re adjusted one of his hands to the back of my neck and pulled out faces together. My hands snaked their way around his neck making the kiss more passionate than it already was. We both pulled away slightly just looking at each other. Then I frantically looked around making sure no one I knew was here.

"I'm sorry." He said wide eyed as he moved away from me. "I honestly don't know why I-"

"It's okay." I said laughing slightly as I sat as far away from him as possible. "I liked it."

"So did I." He smiled sadly knowing that we weren't supposed to that. Seeing it was illegal in two ways.

"Well I think I'd better get home it's getting late." I laughed nervously and stood up. He stood up with me offering to walk me to my car. We both started to make our way through the maze of people.

"Yo Harry!" Mr.Styles stopped as two of his band members came over to us and I stood completely still not knowing what to do.

"We were going to go to a club for the rest of the night, did you what to come?" The blonde one smirked looking at me up and down. Mr.Styles looked somewhat embarrassed and scared.

"Um, I actually have to get home. Goodnight Mr.Styles." I gave him a quick smile and left his two friends standing there with their eyes popping out of their heads. I didn't think about that, but surely they didn't see us kiss? I was hoping they didn't and if they did they would keep their mouths shut.

I got into my car and just sat there for a moment. "I just kissed Mr.Styles." I said out loud to myself. I ran my hand through my hair and headed home. At that point I wasn't sure what I was going to do but I knew that I couldn't kiss Mr.Styles again because that was way too close of a call. When I arrived home I walked up the stairs by the garage straight into the granny fault where I stayed. I used to have a room in the house but this was bigger and a lot more private. It was on top of our double garage away from the rest of the house which I loved.

I stripped into my underwear and pulled on a large grey sweater and high cable knit socks to keep me warm. I yanked my Mac Book into my lap and grabbed my glasses from my bedside table slipping them on. I scrolled through my tumblr liking a few post and re-posting some things out of boredom. I clicked onto Facebook looking through my news feed but there was nothing exciting. I typed a quick hello and sent it to Ronni hoping she would be awake because I needed someone to talk to. My curiously eventually got the best of me and I type in Harry Styles into the search bar and a few came up. I clicked onto the second one and there he was. There was a picture of him in black and white and a microphone in his hand. He looked so happy the way he smiled while he was on stage, he might only be in a small band but the joy he got from it just looked amazing.

I clicked the add friend button and exactly at the same time received a message from Ronni.

Hey ana what's up?

We chatted back and forth about what we had done with our Saturday but I left out the part where I kissed my teacher. I told her about how my mum was going to take me to see my dad tomorrow. My real dad left when I was four years old, he didn't say why or anything. He got up and left. My my re-married when I was seven years old and when I was fourteen he was in a horrible car accident that put him in a coma for three weeks. He had a heart attack in the hospital and died. I missed him because he raised me more than my father did.

I got a notification and I figured it was just Ronni tagging me in some vine but this time it wasn't. It was Mr.Styles. I clicked on his profile now being able to see all of his posts and photos. I clicked on the message icon and I could see those three dots hovering signalling that he was busy typing.

He sent me a number so I quickly typed it into my phone and sent him a simple hello.

Mr Styles - Hi Anastasia, we will talk through text Facebook is a little too dangerous.

He was right. People can easily acces that but not your text messages.

Anastasia - Yeah that's true, but I think we are better off talking in person about what happened.

Mr Styles - May I call you?

Anastasia - Of course.

After those few messages my phone screen lit up with the red and green buttons. I hesitated but pressed the green button and held the phone to my ear. "Hello."

"Anastasia, did you get home safely?" He wondered his voice laced with concern.

"Safe and sound." I assured him leaning on the headboard of my bed.

"I shouldn't have kissed you today, you have to promise me you won't tell anyone."

"Mr.Styles I promise I'm not going to tell anyone."

"Please call me Harry." He grunted over the phone.

"I'd rather not incase I accidentally call you Harry in class." I told him honestly because knowing me that would have happened.

"I can't believe this happened." He breathed nervously and I just wanted to give him a hug because he could get arrested for a simple kiss.

"It's going to be okay, maybe we should not do this." I said sadly knowing that I didn't really want it to end.

"Anastasia, I know this is wrong and illegal and so many other things but I promise I'm not going to leave you." He sounded so pure and genuine but I didn't want him to get in trouble.

"I can't let you get in trouble because of me."

"I'm not going to we just need to keep it to ourselves."

"Promise me as soon as anyone catches on we stop." I said sternly wanting him to agree.

"I promise."


After our phone conversation I went to bed because I had to get up early on Sunday to go see my father. I was getting ready but I didn't know what to wear because I knew nothing about my father. I decided on some high waisted mum jeans and a dark brown sweater. It seemed like an appropriate outfit, I grabbed my white vans and headed into the house to meet my mother.

"Morning honey are you ready for today?"

"As ready as I'll ever be."

"I just want you to know that we can walk out of there at any time." She assured me pushing a plate of pancakes my way. She was being extra nice so he must be a douche. I quickly ate two pancakes and then we rushed into the car because mum said that it could be a long drive.

She was right when she said a long drive. It took us an entire hour to get to a building that was closed off with high brick walls and barbed wire. She greeted the security guard who let us through and she parked her car infringement of the visitors centre. We got out and I simply just stared at the old building as we went through security with them checking our bags. We sat down at a small white table that was bolted into the ground along with the benches. We waited in silence until we heard the gate being ripped open and a man walked through. He had a buzz cut and he was quite tall with blue eyes. He had only a white Tshirt and khaki coloured pants. I vaguely remembered his face from when I was only four years old. He was the same man that took me out for ice cream on Sunday's, the same man that left.

"Anastasia." His face was filled with shock and nothing else, like he had seen a ghost.

"Dad." I said standing up to face him. I hadn't see him for over 12 years and there he was standing in front of me and I never knew why he had left. I couldn't help myself from going up to him and giving him a hug. He never left. He was just taken away from me. We sat back down acros from each other with tears about to spill from my eyes.

"Anastasia my beautiful girl, you're all grown up." He smiled whiping away the single tear that escaped. "I've missed you so much." His Irish accent was thick and I remembered it so well.

"I've missed you too, why did I never know that you were here?" I asked confused looking at both of my parents.

"I didn't want you to grow up knowing your father was a man in prison. I told your mum to wait until you were old enough or until I got out." He explained but that just left me with more questions.

"When do you get out?" I asked wanting to know every detail.

"I have another three years, before you turn 20 years old I'll be free. Don't worry princess we can catch up as much as you'd like when I'm out."

"Why are you in here?"

"I was apart of some bad stuff when you were born but I wanted to get out of it. All in all it didn't go my way and I made a mistake that landed me in here. I know it's been 12 years but I promise you I've never stopped thinking about you for a second." He told me holding my hands and I believed him. Every word. I knew he was telling the truth.

"Neither have I." I smiled at him. The visit only went for twenty minutes but we agreed that every second Sunday I was allowed to go and see him in morning. I finally had my father back in my life and I could ask for nothing more. We went home and I decided to go for a walk because it was only eleven O,clock and I wanted to be productive. Although I didn't want to go alone so I texted the one person I thought I could talk to. Mr.Styles. He agreed to meet with me at the path that lead into a lake at the woods. No one goes there much but I loved the scenery.

"Looks like you beat me to it Mr.Styles." I said I watched him stand at the start of the path with his hands in the pockets of his jeans.

"Indeed I did Anastasia." He reached out his hand which I willingly grabbed as we started to venture down the path way. We walked in silence simply listening to the branches crushing beneath our feet and the chirps of the birds.

"You know I met my real father earlier today." I blurted out randomly to start a conversation. He looked at me waiting for me to go on. "The last time I saw him I was four years old, my mother said he just took off and left us but that's the story he made up. He has actually been in prison the past twelve years."

"That's one hell of a story." He laughed and I just smiled at him.

"He's getting out before I turn 20 so at least he'll be able to be a proper dad the but for now I'm just going to visit him every Sunday."

"Well that's definitely a start." He stated as we arrived at the lake. He pulled me over to a patch of grass where he sat down against a tree and I was fixed in between his legs with his arms wrapped around me. "This should be our spot from now on. It's quiet, secluded and no one will ever know."

"That would be nice." I smiled looking at the beautiful scene surrounding us. "That would be really nice."

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