You're My New Step-Brother? {Harry Styles}

Prologue

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~You're My New Step-Brother?

•Prologue

His beautiful curls..amazing green eyes..perfect dimples. His name is Harry Styles and I've known him practically my whole life, although he barely knows I exist. We talk sometimes, only because we sit next to each other in Geometry. Other then that he might not even know my last name.

I've always had my eye on Harry, maybe even since kindergarten? I'm a junior this year and I've never even tried to make a move. Why? Because Harry Styles is the most gorgeous guy in the universe, and I'm me... Ugly Mia Archibald. Harry would never like someon--

"Miss Archibald? Are you okay?" My geometry teacher Mr.Craig asked me distracting me out of my thoughts. Harry was doodling in his notebook, while the teacher was embarrassing me.

"Uhh yeah I'm fine," I assured him.

"Maybe you should pay attention." He said, walking back to the front of the class.

The bell finally rang. I rushed to pick up my things and leave the classroom after being caught daydreaming. I got out of my seat and hurriedly walked towards the door..only to find myself on the floor.

"I'm so sorry." His beautiful British accent rang in my ears. "Let me help you up." I grabbed Harry's hand and he pulled me off the ground and picked up my books for me. "See you later Mia."

"Bye Harry.." I mumbled walking off.

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"Mia is that you?" My mom called out as I walked into our house.

"Yeah, I'm home."

"Great just in time for dinner! It's spaghetti." She said.

"Great," I said taking off my coat and walking into the kitchen, "looks good mom."

We sat at the table -just me and mom since I was an only child and my parents were divorced- and ate our spaghetti. Mom usually waited until after dinner for small talk.

When finished with my spaghetti I took it to the sink and washed my plate. Mom followed after me doing the same as I went into the living room and sat down on the couch. She sat down next to me..

"Honey I have something to tell you." Mother said.

"What is it?"

"You know Des, my boyfriend?" she asked.

"Yeah...?" I said, what was she getting at?

"Well, I think it's time he finally moved in." she admitted.

"Oh," I replied, that wasn't so bad, I mean I knew they were getting serious..

"And well he asked me to marry him today." she said, a bit too fast, making me have to process her words for a moment.

"Oh!" I said. Marry him? Wow... "That's great mom!"

"Thanks honey, they should be moving in next weekend!!"

* * * N e x t W e e k e n d * * *

"I just got off the phone with Des, they're on their way with the moving truck."

By 'they' my mom meant that Des and his son were moving in. I just hoped he wasn't one of those bratty little boys who would always mess with my things.

"How old is Des's son?" I asked.

"A year older than you, I believe." she replied. Well that was good.. I just wondered if he went to my school.

It took them about 15 minutes to get to our house. Des knocked on the door and my mother jumped up to get it, I could tell she was eager.

"Hi babe," she greeted him. Babe? I have never ever heard my mom use that word.

"My son is coming with a few of the boxes, and we'll get started with moving in." Des told her.

A few seconds later, a tall boy with bouncing brown curls walked into the doorway, I couldn't see his face because of the boxes in his arms. His hair reminded me of Har-

"This is Harry, my son." Des said, introducing him to my mom. Harry?! No no no no.. this can't be happening.

"Hi Harry, this is Mia, my daughter. She's a year younger than you." My mother told them.

"I know," Harry replied. "We have Geometry together."

"Hi," I said, my face probably turning red.

This would only happen to me....