A Beautiful Affair (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 6

Chapter 6:

Juliet’s POV

We pulled into a long driveway and Mr. Styles put the car in park. My heart started beating a million miles per minute, I swear everyone could hear it. She’s going to be so mad. I coughed and turned to Mr. Styles, only to find him staring at my arm.

“You know, me and Paris don’t want to impose.” I bit the inside of my cheek getting more nervous by the second.

His eyes shot up from my arm to my eyes, “Are you serious? You’re not imposing! Me and my fiancé would be happy to have you stay here tonight.” He opened his car door, “Leggo.”

I couldn’t help but giggle at his attempt to make me feel better of the situation. I mean, who says leggo? I opened my door and got out. I waited for Paris to get out and when she did, her and I walked behind Mr. Styles to his front door.

He opened the door and motioned for us to come in. he led us through a long hallway that emptied out into the living room.

“She’s probably in the kitchen, but-” He was interrupted by the sound of a woman’s voice.

“Oh there you are Harry, I was worried you wouldn’t be home like last night.” There stood in front of us was a woman with jet black hair and crystal blue eyes. Her slim figure and petite hands carrying a dishcloth, walked closer to us. “And who might these two be?” She shot a smile in out direction, which I gladly returned with a little less enthusiasm as usual.

“This is Juliet,” he motioned towards me, “and Paris,” he motioned towards my sister. “They’re sisters and well… here come into the kitchen quick.” He motioned her into the kitchen and she gladly followed.

Paris and I stayed put in the middle of the living room and I awkwardly shuffled my feet. I know they were talking about us. It made me kind of jealous to think of his fiancé and Mr. Styles in the same home. Sleeping in the same bed, sharing kissed… I shook my head stop Juliet.

I heard a really loud gasp and someone ‘shushing’ them. Just then the kitchen door flew open and a very worried fiancé stood covering her mouth.

“Honey” she cooed walking towards me, taking arm in her hands, “let’s get some ice for this… and is…is that glass? Oh my! It’s in your hands!” she circled around me, “and your legs and arms!” her concerned and worried eyes starred into mine, “Harry,” she called.

“Yes?” he appeared behind her.

“Grab me some ice, tweezers and the first aid kit. I'm going to handle Juliet here while you help Paris. I think Juliet has the worst injuries.” He nodded and ran off up the stairs. Well this is going better than expected.

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I flinched and dug my teeth into my bottom lip. I was currently sitting atop of the bathroom sink, with as I known her as Karen, picking glass out of my hands. She had already got all the glass out of my back and legs and bandaged up my elbow, which had a cut on it.

I squeezed my eyes shit and dug my teeth farther into my lip, drawing blood. I hate to admit, but the way Karen’s being right now, reminds me my mum. How she is telling me funny stories, trying to make me forget some of the pain.

I thought Karen would be terrible and mean and hate us being in her house, but she’s the complete opposite. She already told me a little while ago that Paris and I were welcomed to stay, as long as we’d like and she said that she wouldn’t let us get hurt again.

Jesus, can this woman stop being so…just…perfect? No wonder Mr. Styles is marrying her. If I were him, or even lesbian, I’d jump on that. Now Jules, you’ve officially lost it. You’re not gay! No you’re not!