Blue ( Harry Styles - Fanfiction)

Pretty Eyes

Authors Note: this story will include too much cliche moments to count, as well as an emotional roller coaster, and I have no plan of where this is going so I'm just writing, but I hope its heading somewhere good.  :)

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Main Characters:

Harry Styles as Himself

Elizabeth Olsen as Helena Melrose

Liam Payne as Himself

Niall Horan as Himself

Emma Roberts as Darla Sherwood

I don't know about any other characters. Probably will be added along the way.

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1.

Helena's P.O.V

What a day.

A shitty day. Well not exactly. Actually it wasn't as shitty as I thought it would be until it was around eight in the evening, and my mother called me down for dinner so I can meet boy toy of the week.

Don't get me wrong, my mother is quite the woman, an amazing mother who listens to my problems and helps me solve them when I am in need of her motherly advice, but she's a bit of a whore, and I mean that in the nicest way possible.

After being the picture-perfect wife for eighteen years, she cracks a bit when my father files for divorce. I mean, why the fuck would he do that?

My father isn't an asshole, I see him every weekend, but he is sort of a douche for what he did to my mom. I mean come on, the woman dedicated her life to you, worshipped the damn ground you walked on, and played the role of house-wife perfectly and then you go ahead and smash her already fragile heart into pieces.

Expecting her to resort to drinking, or even worse drugs. It took a turn for the worst, she resorted to sex. Like constant sex. She was worse than me, seeing as I'm still a virgin.

And no. I am not the typical shy girl, who's waiting for someone to sweep me off my feet, propose and then 'make love' to me. I am just not into sex right now. As weird as that may sound for a teenager with raging hormones, I don't have much of a reason to give you, other then I'm not interested. Yet. I think.

"Helena!" my mother calls from downstairs, and of course I plaster on my best, most adorable, I'm an amazing daughter, smile. And I make my way downstairs. Of course, lucky boy toy number seventeen is extremely sexy. He looks a bit younger then my mother, but not by much. She's only forty, and she's pretty fit for a woman her age.

She smiles up at him, and he gives her a subtle wink making her flush a bright crimson. I stifle back a cough, and a gag all at once. It sounded like I was about ready to take a shit on the kitchen floor, but I held myself back.

"Nice to meet you Helena. I'm Andrew." he smiles, and I grab his waiting hand, shaking it lightly. Of course his name would be Andrew. He looked like an Andrew with the amazing auburn hair, and the nice blue eyes, and the cute dimples, and the dazzling smile.

Mother sure knew how to pick them.

And as I watched my mother disgustingly fawn and flirt with her man of the hour, my phone, which luckily kept me distracted for most of the dinner, seeing as I knew what would happen once this was all over, and my mother would not be rubbing the plates dry, she'll be busy rubbing something else.