It was noon when we got to Scott’s house. He lives about a mile away from the beach in Malibu in a nice little house, the perfect size for one or two people.
I was nearly jumping out of my shoes with excitement when we finally pulled into his driveway.
“There’s my little sister!” he said running out to greet us.
I hugged him immediately, being shocked almost as much as the first time at how familiar it feels to hug him even though I haven’t for almost 14 years..
“Scott, this is Harry. Harry, meet my brother Scott.”
“It’s nice to meet you,” Harry said politely, shaking Scott’s hand.
Scott said, “You too,” but gave me a funny look. Probably since last he heard I ‘hated’ Harry.
“I thought you guys were twins?” Harry asked confusedly.
“We are,” Scott said, “But I’m older by a few minutes and I won’t ever let her live it down.” He flicked my nose then gestured for us to go inside. He showed us quickly around the small place then poured three lemonades and we went out to the back porch to chat; Harry and I sat on the swing and Scott sat in the seat across from us.
“So, Harry, tell me about the band. What’s it like?”
“Ah it’s incredible. I never even imagined me becoming a singer but it ended up being the best thing that ever happened to me. I meet amazing people, see amazing things, and I’ve got the best four lads to do it all with. I literally feel like I’m the luckiest person on the planet.”
“That’s really nice. You are quite lucky but you’ve also earned it, where you are now, you’ve worked for that. It wasn’t just given to you.”
Harry turned and looked at me, “I see why you like this guy,” he said, making the three of us chuckle. “Nah but, there are a few downfalls of course, distance from family, I’m tired a lot more than a boy my age should be, there’s a lot of stress, but it’s all well worth it in the end. Definitely well worth it, I wouldn’t trade what I do for anything.”
“I don’t blame you, you seem really happy,” Scott told him. “Are you guys done recording your new album?”
“Almost, more than half way.”
“Now, Skylar, you wrote some of them right?”
“Yepp.”
“They’re great too,” Harry said, “Definitely going to be hits.” It’s funny because back when we only yelled at each other 24/7 he always acted like he didn’t like them, the truth all comes out now. He stood up and excused himself for the bathroom, this gave me an opportunity to fill Scott in.
“Okay, perfect. Now, spill. I thought you hated this guy?” Apparently he had the same thought in mind.
“I did. Or, at least I thought I did. But, let me start with what led us to come and visit you today. Last night, Parker and I got into a fight, it started at his place but he followed me home and attacked me there. Harry saved me though.”
“Whoa whoa whoa, back up, attacked you how?”
“Well he mostly just chased me around but he hit me, that’s what this is from,” I pointed to the bruise on my left jaw bone, “ and right after that Harry showed up, I’d called him while Parker was chasing me. He fought Parker, and won. He knocked him out. Then the cops showed up, I guess a neighbor called in.”
“Your dad wasn’t home?”
I shook my head.
“So why didn’t you call him? Or better yet, the police? Why Harry?”
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Stereotypes (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)
FanficSkylar has had a rough life, between the terrible thing that happened when she was only 5, to the orphanage, to now just trying to find her way as a freshman in college. She likes rock music and reading, and dislikes most people and anything to do w...
