The Names Styles, Lacey Styles

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I sat in the small box room with my two suitcases next to me. They had packed my stuff while I was being told news about my father picking me up he was going to be here any minute and whenever I thought about it butterfly's erupted in my stomach.

It was mid July so the room was hot and it was making me feel sweaty. Looking hot and bothered was the last thing I wanted to look like when I met my father for the first time. I wiped my brow with my sleeve quickly so no one would see. I sat there for a few more moments before the door opened and I man with a head occurs entered.

"Lacey?" His husky voice asked as he stared at me with his green eyes that matched mine so clearly.

"Daddy?" I asked back, standing up slowly.

He looked at me and nodded. "Yes" he said before his voice cracked and I saw a tear roll down his cheek. He held out his arms to me and I ran into them. My head nuzzled into the crook of his neck and I cried silently as he rocked me back and forth.

"I wish I knew you existed before now, I would had treated you like a princess if I had known. I would of replied to your comments" he told me "I'm so sorry"

"It's fine" I sniffed "how where you meant to know?"

He pulled away from me and pushed a strand of hair behind me ear. "Is your hair naturally that colour?" He asked tilting his head to one side.

"No, it's brown" I answered truthfully "I just prefer it red"

"Well I think it is beautiful" he whispered into my ear before standing up. "Come on, lets go home"

"Where is home?" I asked while I picked up my suitcases and stood beside him.

"A small town by a sandy beach. It's not crowed and we all live next to each other so you will be able to see the other members kids" he informed me. He took one one my suitcases and lead me outside to his car. He put both cases in the back and told me to sit in the front.

I sat down and dad got into the drivers seat. The engine started and we drive off down the road.

His car was a orange BMW which I found very amusing and beautiful. Orange had always been my favourite colour. The seats where white leather and there was a cooling department full of fizzy drinks and snacks.

"Tell me about the other members kids dad" I asked happily.

This is what I found out:

Niall and Elizabeth's kids are:

Brandon- age 14  

Nessie- age 12  

Eli- age 10

Louis and Eleanor's kids are:

Macy- age 15  

Tommy- age 13

Liam and Danielle kids are:

Pixie- age 10 

Charlotte- age 7  

Lola - age 4  

Luke- age 2

Zayn and Perries kids are:

Blair- age 13  

Jacob- age 12 

Lauren- age 5

So in order it goes:

Macy 

Brandon  

Me  

Tommy  

Blair 

Nessie  

Jacob  

Eli  

Pixie  

Charlotte  

Lauren  

Abbey 

Luke

I don't think I'll ever be bored.

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"Go on, knock on the door. This is Niall's house" my dad urged me to knock on the green painted door. I rose my hand slowly and tapped gently on the wood. Seconds laters a tall blond man opened the door and greeted us both with a toothy grin.

"You must be Lacey! Harry daughter!" He said happily before embracing me in a hug. He had a thick Irish accent and smelt like raspberries which confuses me. Why would he smell like raspberries?

"Hello" I said grinning back.

"I'll call the kids" Niall told me before looking over his shoulder. "Bran, Nessie, Eli! Get down here! Lacey is here!"

A cluster of footsteps came rushing down the stairs and before I knew it three kids where standing in front of me.

"Youngest first!" Niall announced.

The smaller of the two boys stepped forward, his hair blond and his eyes blue just like his fathers. "I'm Elliot but I like everyone calling me Eli" he smiled. I smiled back.

"Your ten aren't you?" I questioned. He nodded happily before getting back into line. Next the girl stepped forward. She still had blonde hair, just not as light as Eli's and her eyes where still blue. In a honesty she was very pretty.

"I'm Nessie" she mumble quietly "and I'm twelve" she stepped back into the line without another word. She much be shy. Lastly the eldest stepped forward. He had blonde hair that flopped over icy blue eyes and a sweet smile.

"Hey I'm Brandon but you can call me Bran if you want, I'm fourteen and I take after uncle Louis with my hair" he chuckled pointing at his hair. I giggle slightly because it did look like how Louis used to look like when he auditioned.

"I'm Lacey and I'm thirteen" I said proudly. I was liking it here already.