A Beautiful Affair (Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 8

Chapter 8:

Juliet’s POV

I sat with my back against the headboard, “Well what do you purpose we do about it?”

Paris rubbed her eyes, “I… I don’t really…”

Paris was interrupted by a soft knock on our door and a sweet voice. “Girls, it’s time to get up.”

I threw the covers off my body and ran to the door before Karen had time to walk in. I opened it and pretended to yawn and rub my eyes, “Morning Karen.” I smiled in her direction.

“Hey sweetie! Here’s some old clothes of mine you girls can change into.” She handed me a pile of neatly folded clothes, “you girls get ready, and there’s a guest bathroom in there with a shower and extra toothbrushes and such.”

Before she turned and left she said one more thing, “Oh! And remember Harry will take you and Paris to your house after school to get clothes.” She placed her hands on my shoulders and moved to kiss my forehead, “I’ll be calling someone about your father.” And with that she left and I shut the door behind her.

I looked at the window on the wall and saw the sun was rising, guess Paris and I stayed up all night discussing Karen and Harry.

“I think we should let them figure it out on their own… I mean we really have no right to invest in their personal life when we have only known them for about two days.” Paris stood up from the bed and grabbed the pile of clothes from my hands and set them on the bed.

I guess she was right… I mean, I’ve only known Karen for a day and Harry or ‘Mr. Styles’ for like three. Even though I feel like I’ve known them both forever… I really haven’t.

“Here,” Paris threw a pair of jeans and a shirt in my direction and I caught them. “Let’s go to school and just get the day over with, there’s to much happening in out lives to be worrying about other Jules.” She walked up to me and placed her dainty hands on my cheeks squeezing them together. “You worry about the others more than yourself,” she let go of my cheeks and pulled me into a hug, which I gladly returned. Paris is right, like she always is.

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I watched as the trees passed around me and I heard the faint sound of Coldplay on the radio. I sat in Harry’s car with Paris in the back and Harry driving, as we were on our way to my house. Today went by painfully slow, all my classed dragged on, and if it wasn’t hard enough with all the stress of my personal life, not I have all the stress of holding the secrets of Harry and Karen’s non-love.

I rejected all the populars today, which resulted in a powerful bitch fight if you ask me. Emma fucking slapped me, and just when I was finally about to come undone and let loose a bit and bitch slap the whore back, Mr. Fucking Styles, yanked me away.

I mean… he is the one who told me to not let myself get pushed around like that right? And now he’s like “Fighting is not worth it…” blah blah blah. I’m pretty pissed and the sexy British god sitting next to me right now… wait did I just…? Yup, I did.

God, he’s fucking 24, why can’t he just be wrinkly and stick so I won’t be attracted to him! The pressures of a British teen I tell yea. I was drawn out of my thoughts as we pulled into the driveway of my house. I saw my dad’s car parked by the garage and instantly my heart dropped. What if he thinks we abandoned him? What if he thinks were dead? What if he did something drastic?

“Listen.” Harry turned to me and put on a serious expression. “I’m going to go talk to your dad for a second…alone. Then when everything is sorted out, I’ll come get you two. Alright?”