"What the fuck was that?" He says the minute my little brother walks out of the kitchen.
"It's my fucking inheritance."
Alexandria the middle child of seven is brought back to town when she received a phone call that her her father had died. Being b...
'If life were predictable, it would cease to be life and be without flavor.'
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Alexandria Wright
Elizabeth went home this morning.
My brothers plan on leaving in the next two days. The time of laughing with Cameron and Oliver was officially over. They took Elizabeth's side and avoided me at all costs.
I don't care.
I came out to one of the coffee shops by myself so that I could have a moment to myself. Hunter went to get Amara and take her to one of the stores she had been dying to go to. He said he would be back for me in two hours.
"Hey, don't I know you?" Someone's voice pulls me back inside the coffee shop. I turn to my left and see a man, but something that catches my attention is the color of his eyes.
Green.
"I do know you. You're the girl I bet could beat your boyfriend in soccer." A smile plays on his face.
Harry.
That is the name of the stranger who I am seeing right in front of me. I remember him telling me.
"Oh yeah. Also, he is not my boyfriend. He's my person." My voice comes out much lower than intended.
"Your person?" The man stared down at me with a curious look.
"You know the one person in the world other than your family that you can't imagine your life without them." He still gives me a confused look. "Don't you have one?"
"No."
"Really?" He nods. "I suggest you get one. They are just amazing to have around."
"I'll keep that in mind. So where is your person that you are all alone?" He motions to the empty seat in front of me.
"I've had a rough couple of days and just needed a moment to breathe. What about you?" I watch him pull the chair out.
"I just came to have my coffee, then go, but I think I wanna stay here and talk to the girl I bet money on." He takes the seat in front of me and sets his coffee down.
"Now, why would you want that?"
"Because Alexandria, something tells me there is more than meets the eye with you." I give him a surprised look. "Would you like to share?"
"And what if I don't?"
"then I'll start." He leans forward. "My name is Harry Styles, I am twenty-three, I have one sister, her name is Leah, and I am an excellent listener." He looks at me like I am supposed to spill all my secrets.
"Okay." I fix my posture. "My name is Alexandria Wright; I am twenty. I have two sisters, Violet and Elizabeth, and four brothers, Oliver, Cameron, Maliki, and Nathan. I will not be spilling all my secrets to a stranger." His eyes had a glimmer of playfulness in them.
"Oh well, since we both have secrets, we should be friends and get to know each other better." Harry leans his head on his hand and smiles at me.
"Now, why on earth would that be a good idea?"
"Because we know the other isn't out for more than each other's secrets. Duh." His smile only gets even more prominent, making me wonder how much bigger it can get.
"Okay, you sold me," I say sarcastically.
"Really?"
"No!" I smack his hand from under his chin. My phone goes off, so I pick it up and see it's Hunter telling me he is waiting for me outside.
I stood up and started grabbing my belongings. "Oh, come on. I was only kidding." He stands with me. "Don't leave on my behalf." I look up at him with an unimpressed expression.
"Don't think too highly of yourself. Hunter is here to pick me up." He nods and walks with me outside the coffee shop.
"So, do you think I could have your number? Maybe we can hang out sometime." He brings his phone into my line of sight. I stare down at it, then back up at him.
"You know, maybe we should just let fate decide if we are meant to be friends." Harry lets out a dramatic sigh.
"Honey bee, hurry up. time's ticking." Hunter pops out from inside the car. "Oh hey, you're the guy who bet she would beat me at soccer." He glares at him.
"Don't blame me, she looks tougher than you." Harry's hand came up to a surrendering position.
"Mhm." Hunter's gaze softens when he turns to me. "You ready, Honey bee." I nod, making sure I have everything.
"Yeah." I look up at Harry and smile. "It was nice seeing you, Harry." He leans down a bit and hugs me.
I can't explain if it was his hug or the cologne he was wearing, but when he hugged me, I felt myself become a bit dizzy. Like I was on a high, a high that I never wanted to come down from.
He pulls away and look's down at me. "Until next time, petal." That nickname sent shivers down my spine. No one had called me that in years, let alone a stranger.
"Petal?"
"You're wearing flower barrettes." I had forgotten about the clips holding my bangs back.
I couldn't get myself to say anything, but he didn't wait. He let go and began his walk down the street. I watch as he walks, the way he walks with a stride that bleeds confidence.
"Earth to Alex!" My head snapped to Amara, who was calling me with half her body hanging out of the passenger window.
"Yeah?"
"Who was that hottie?" She smirks and moves her eyebrows up and down in a mocking tone.
"Oh, no one. I probably won't even see him ever again." She makes an Mhm sound. "What's that supposed to mean." I walk to the door, and Hunter opens the door, allowing me to slide in, closing the door behind me.
My cousin swiftly pulls herself back into the car. "It means you just nearly drooled watching him walk away." She teased while my mouth gaped open.
"I did not." I lean forward in my seat.
She follows my actions, getting closer to my face. "Hunter." She turns her head slightly to my best friend but keeps her eyes on me. "Was she not drooling over Mr. Hottie?"
Hunter looks back at me, shrugging. "I can't lie, you kind were Alex." I roll my eyes and sit back.
"So what? You won't tell us why you told us you wanted to be alone but ended up with a man." Amara shifts in her seat to substitute for my change in position.
"There is nothing to tell. He recognized me when Hunter and I were arguing over soccer." I shrug my shoulder, which earns an eye roll.
"Whatever you say, loser." She turns entirely, facing forward.
I stay looking at the street, watching people go by and only thinking about a particular pair of green eyes that give you a friendly feeling.