Rich Bastards

Rich bastards. I hate them. All the care about are themselves, and getting more money than they know what to do with while the rest of us just try and stay afloat. That would be me, one of the poorer families in this town. I live with my mom only, considering my dad hit the road once he found out my mom was pregnant. And guess where he is now. Fucking famous, that's what. I'm living the life right?


2. chapter two

Chapter two

"Well Harry, tell me about yourself seeing we have nothing better to do." I say to the curly head sitting next to me.

"Well," he starts off, "I auditioned for the X-Factor in Britain last year, I ended up in the top 3 finishing 3rd over all. Then we were sighed to a record deal and as of right now I am living the life I always wanted." I sat there as it all clicked in my head. "Oh wait! I know you. You're the womanizer of One Direction, THE Mr. Harry Styles. I can't believe I didn't realize this." I chuckled as I looked over at him. "Well most of that's show. I'm not really a womanizer. I've never even had sex." He comments as my mouth turns into an 'O' shape.

"Oh sorry. You can't believe anything a magazine says anymore." I try and cover up calling him a womanizer as I felt bad.

Throughout the whole flight all we did was talk and I really got to know him decently. He's not what the magazines make him out to be. Actually he's the complete opposite but I hope he doesn't turn out to be one of those 'rich bastards' like my father probably is. "Hey Selena," Harry broke the silence between us, "I was wondering, maybe you'd like to go get some dinner after the flight lands?" I gave him a look. "Harry you seem sweet and all but, I barely know you, we met a couple hours ago. Plus I'm not that easy. Maybe one day after today fate will bring us back together again." I laughed and winked at him. "What you don't believe in fate?" he questioned me. I laughed even harder. "You do?" he nodded his head vigorously. "We'll look at it this way. Men are fucking stupid. I grew up with no father because mine couldn't grow a pair and take responsibility for getting my mom pregnant. No he ran as fast as he could in the opposite direction." I laughed still pissed at my father for doing such a thing. I dread even meeting him.

"Well harsh, not all men are like that. But can I at least have your number?" he said with a cheeky smile. I shook my head "Nope, if you believe in fate so much, you can just wait for it to bring us back together so we can ride off on magical unicorns." I said my voice dripping with sarcasm. He groaned, "You're something else, you know that?" I just smiled taking that as a compliment.

The flight landed and we headed off in opposite directions, not even exchanging numbers before saying probably our last and first goodbye. I walked through the airport waiting for a sign that said my name, at least I figured that's what my irritant father would send. I had to wait around thirty minutes before someone actually showed up to get me.

From the airport it took about 10 minutes drive to reach our destination. The driver pulled up into a pair of iron gate that looked impossible to even try and climb. As we pulled in farther I started to see what was the biggest house I had ever seen with about 10 different cars parked outside of it. I gasped at the sight. So this is what rich people spend their money on big houses, and fancy cars.

I hurried up and got out if the car before someone showed up to open my door for me, I mean I'm a big girl I can do it. I quickly grabbed the small suitcase that carried all of my clothes and started walking towards the magnificent house sitting before me.

I know it's really short but it's an update:)

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