Not Just A Maid

America Erin Styles, Harry Styles' twin sister, was kidnapped at the age of 8 by a total stranger and sold on the market as a worker. She worked for people for a little while, then was kicked out. She's now almost 20, and got a new job as a maid for some of the richest people in London. But when her master's boyfriend catches her eye, will her new job end in a disaster?


1. Chapter 1


Age 7

“Go play outside, America. Mum and Gemma are busy.” My brother Harry told me as I tried to walk into mum’s room.


“You’re not the boss of me!” I yelled at them, even though I was internally giggling.


“I was born first, so technically, I am older.” He smirked at me.


“By only a minute!” I pouted, even though I was close to bursting into laughter.


“America Erin Styles, If you don-” He tried to threaten but was cut off by me laughing loudly. He soon joined me once he figured out I was kidding.


“Ok Haz.” I giggled, running outside and skipping along the sidewalk, singing a song I came up with.


“Yeah, wanna put this song on replay, I can listen to you all day,you all day. Yeah, gonna put this song on replay, we can start all over again, and again, yeah, wanna put this song on.” I sang, though it was the same thing over and over.


Making my way downtown, walkin fast, faces pass, and I’m homebound. Staring blankly ahead, making my way, making my through the crowd. And I ne-” I was cut off by a car stopping next to me.


“Grab her.” A gruff voice said, and I was roughly grabbed by two men.


“Anne, Harry, Gemma, Mrs, Crockfield, SOMEONE!!” I screamed as the two men dragged me to the large black car.


Tears streamed down my face as my ankle twisted as I was threw in the car. “Drive!” The gruff voice shouted, and the car wrenched forward.


“And who do you think you are, running round leaving scars, collecting your jar of hearts, and tearing love apart.” I sang quietly.


“Shut the fuck up, you little bitch!” He yelled. “You’re gonna catch a cold from the ice inside your soul, so don’t come back for me, who do you think you are!” I screamed at them.


The man next to me grinned evilly, “I know exactly who we can sell her to...Mr. Perri.” The rest of them nodded.


“Give me the damn cloth!” The gruff voice yelled and a dirty rag was shoved over my nose and mouth.


“Sleep now….” A soft, lilting voice said, and I complied.


*Hours later*


“Wake up....” An unfamiliar voice drifted through my sweet dream.


“5 more minutes, mum.” I groaned, trying to figure out why my bed was so hard.


“I’m not your mom, so get the fuck up before I fucking beat your ass.” The now deep voice hissed and I shot up to see a man with brown eyes and dark hair glaring down at me.


“I don’t really want to know why you’re still asleep, but get up and get to her room NOW!!!” He yelled the last part and stomped through a door at the edge of the room.


Me, not remembering a thing, stood up and went to go walk out the same door the man did when I heard a voice.


“Wrong way.” It chuckled, and I turned to see a boy with green eyes and blonde hair, who looked about 15.


“If you’re looking to be yelled at, go ahead. But Christina’s room is this way.” He pointed at the door behind him, and I shuffled at it when he stopped me.


“Is this your first day?” He questioned, following me through the hallway. I slightly nodded and he stopped me.


“I’ll show you where it is. My name’s Austin.” The corner of his mouth turned up as he pulled me into a hug. I stiffened, not used to him yet,


He slowly let go and pulled me down a long hallway with all blank doors except for two, which I guessed we were going to the pink one but we actually stopped at the black one. I turned to him with a questioning look on my face.


“That’s mine. Don’t judge me for loving pink!” He put his hands up and I giggled. I knocked on the door and a faint “come in” was heard. I walked in to see a girl with long black hair primping at the mirror.


“If you want to know if I’m hungry, Matilda, I alread-” She stopped when she finally looked at us.


“Oh, who are you?” She questioned, spinning around to face me.

“I am America.” I said proudly, and she froze. “Austin, please leave us alone for a moment.”


“Okay.” He nodded, and left the room.


“So you’re my little singer eh? Well, I might as well wait for my dad to get here, but first, I want to hear you sing.” She leans back in her chair, gesturing for me to sing.


“I can hold my breath,

I can bite my tongue,

I can stay awake for days if that’s what you want,

be your number one.

I can fake a smile,

I can force a laugh,

I can dance and play the part if that’s what you ask,

give you all I am.

I can do it,

I can do it,

I can do it.

But I’m only human,

and I bleed when I fall down,

I’m only human,

and I crash and I break down,

Your words in my head,

knives in my heart,

You build me up and then I fall apart,

cause I’m only human.” I belted out the last part of the chorus as the door shut behind me. I flipped around to see the man from earlier.


“P-please don’t y-yell at m-me.” I whimpered, getting on my knees and covering my head. I tensed myself for harsh words, so when I heard a chuckle I was startled.


“This girl is a money maker! You were right to kidnap her, Striker.” He laughed, high fiving the man in a hood next to him.


“Here,” He says, handing me a journal. “Write all of your songs in this journal. Your room will have it’s own little studio for late night songwriting. Austin will be teaching you every instrument.”


“Okay, I guess.” I hesitantly said. He grinned at me.


“Great! You start tomorrow!” Tomorrow?



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