First Love Connection

Chapter 1

Chapter 1

The time I found out that my dad was a butler to Harry Styles I couldn't breathe. No, I did not die or pass out. I just couldn't believe it. I was in love with Harry Styles. I watched every season of X Factor and when I first saw Harry I was in love. He doesn't even know me, but I know that one day I would meet him. 

My father doesn't let me meet Harry, or maybe because I never asked. He doesn't understand that I love him, and seriously, has my father ever told Harry that he has a hot daughter? Or does my father just want to keep it a secret until the time is right? Questions that go through my mind all the time. I listen to One Direction all the time, and I seriously know everything about them. My friends thinks I'm nuts, but how can you be nuts when your father is a butler to one of the boys? I never even met any of the boys. It's pretty sad since my father is a butler to one. I'm 17 years old, and I think it's time to meet them. Or if not, I will die. 

I grabbed my diary and I wrote this:

Dear Sonny,

I don't understand. I love Harry, but my father doesn't let me meet him. I tried meeting him sometime in life, but my father always seem to lie about where he's going, or why I can't meet him. I don't get it! My father loves me, but he just doesn't love me enough to let me meet him? Harry would care if he only knew me. And maybe he could know me if I could meet him. 

From,

Rose

"Rose!" My father yelled from downstairs. Here it comes. I thought. The time I have been waiting for, if only it was correct. I closed my diary and I hid it from my father where he wouldn't even find it. He doesn't even know that I own a diary, and that I've been writing a diary since I was a little girl. I always have something to write about, to clear my mind, etc.

"Coming!" I called back, as I stood up, walked towards the door, give a kiss to my Harry poster, and I walk out the door. I could hear that my father was talking to someone in the house. I couldn't make out who it was, but it was someone British. Harry. I thought, but who am I kidding! Why would he be in my house?

I walked down the stairs, and I walked into the living room. I was right. It was Harry. He was handsome even close up.

"Hello Rose," My father says to me, and I could notice that Harry was checking me out.

"Hi Dad," I answered as I twirl my hair. I was a little nervous to be in front of Harry. "Why is he here?" I asked, continuing, but I stopped twirling my hair.

"I had to talk to him privately, but I wanted to come talk to you," He says, gently, and looking at me.

"Alright, but can I..." I trailed off. I was scared of saying that in front of Harry.

"Harry has to go now, right?" My father said, and I was really disappointed at his reply.

"No, I can stay for a little while, sir. Maybe sit down, make myself at home, talk to this girl..." Harry trailed off, and he smiled at me. I loved his smile.

"The girl who you're talking about is Rose," My father chuckled.

"Rose, sorry," Harry laughed.

"Okay, Harry. Would you guys want a snack?" Dad asked.

"I'm alright for now, sir. But Rose?" Harry asked me, and I could really see that he liked me even though he only knew my name.

"I'm okay," I say. I wasn't really hungry. I had tea and a small breakfast this morning.

"Alright. You two have fun. Don't get too comfortable," My father said, joking with us. I could figure out what he met. Sex. Or...

"We're be okay, sir. Thank you for everything," Harry says, and I watched my father leave us alone.

I jumped onto the couch, and I looked over at Harry who was still standing. I was so glad that I was finally getting to meet him. Is it a dream? No! This is real. Harry walked over and sat down on the couch. He got really close, and for a second I got really scared.

"Did you hear what my father said?" I asked, a little edge to my voice.

"Yeah, don't worry."

"Then why are you close?" I asked, moving a little away from him.

"Sorry about that. You know I love girls." Oh yes you do. And how many have you slept with?

"I'm really glad to finally meet you. My father wasn't letting me meet you," I told him finally. I wanted to get it off my chest.

"Really? He didn't tell me one damn thing about you!" Watch your language Hazza!

"Are you serious? That's ridiculous."

"It was. I wanted to know if he had a daughter, but I bet he did. And I'm looking at her right now." I blushed. He was too cute and sweet.

"You are." We look at each other and we lean in for a kiss.