Complicated // h.s.

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"This is going to be no more than I pleasuring you, and you pleasuring me. Got it?"

"Yeah, I wouldn't want it any other way."

*Harry's POV*

I was leaving everything. My home, my school, my life. It was all just a blur as I was swept away in a car to the airport and on my way to my father's home. I was stuck in an unfamiliar black vehicle with a driver who hardly spoke which I was glad about because I didn't want to talk.

The driver finally stopped in front of London's airport and I got out before he had the chance to open my door. He just went and retrieved my bags. I rolled my eyes and took them from his hold. I mumbled a "thanks" before I went off and search for which airline I was going to.

It was strange to leave London and go into America to be with my absent father who I haven't talked to in years. The only contact that I had from him was child support checks. He seemed better off without my mother or me for that matter because he was now a successful businessman who was married. I guess it worked out for him. Funny.

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As the plane finally landed in LAX, I had to remind myself that another driver was going to come get me to bring me to my father's home, my home. I went to baggage claim hoping that this "driver" would be waiting for me there. I watched as bags and bags rolled by me as I looked for my own. I waited for what seemed like hours until my bags came rolling in. I snatched them from the coveter belt and turned around to see a row of driver's. One in particular stood out and walked up to me.

"Mr. Styles?" he asked me.

I nodded my head. He offered to take my bags, but I declined. I wanted nothing more but to not be bothered by someone taking care of basic needs that I could do myself. He led me to a black SUV which I soon realized was an Audi brand. I immediately began to smile because I never that I would have an opportunity to get into one. I placed my bags into the back and then sat in the back seat. I looked at my phone and saw that I had no service where I was currently which made since because I was no longer in England. I was in America.

The drive to my father's house took no longer than thirty minutes until we pulled up to a gated, creamy stoned mansion. I looked around to see that everything was perfectly landscaped and people were outside doing lawn work. The driver insisted on taking my bags saying it was his job, but I declined and took my bags anyhow. The driver led me inside and then I was soon led to what I assumed was the living room where piano music was playing. I then saw my father, a woman, and a girl that was probably my age.

"Hi." I said loud enough for them to hear me.

The piano playing stopped abruptly and the girl turned around with a fake smile on her face. My father and the woman looked up at me with a smile on their faces as well. My dad stood up and hugged me and scanned me to see how much I had changed.

"Oh, son, you didn't have to carry in your bags. We have people for that." My father chuckled. "Wilson, come."

Suddenly a man took a bag from my hands and walked out of the room. The first thing my dad said to me wasn't anything legitimate.

"How are you son?" he asked.

"Great." I said sarcastically.

My father nodded his head and gestured to the woman he was sitting next to.

"This is my wife, your stepmother, Adelaide, and this is your stepsister, Sawyer." I shook hands with my stepmother and then walked over to my stepsister.

She just shrugged and turned around and continued to play piano.

"May I?" I asked her as she was playing.

She just shrugged and got up so I could play. I began to play one of Beethoven's pieces that I learned when I was little. I was a bit rusty but I was better than I thought. Once I was finished, I looked up at her with a cheeky smile.

"I'm a bit rusty." I shrugged and then got up from the piano.

Suddenly I heard the woman that was my stepmother clear her throat.

"Surely you are exhausted from your flight. Sawyer would be so kind enough to direct you to your bedroom." Adelaide told me.

"Can't we have one of the maids do it?" Sawyer said under her teeth.

"No." Adelaide said sternly.

Sawyer rolled her eyes and mumbled, "Right this way."

She then led me down the hall to the wrap around staircase. We walked up the stairs side by side, but then she picked up the pace a little.

"So, what part of England are you from?" Sawyer asked me a little too kindly.

"Cheshire." I mumbled.

She didn't ask another question as she led me to my bedroom. We walked down the long hall until we came to a stop at a door. I opened the door and began to walk in until she pulled my bicep.

"Listen, doll, love, sweetheart, you stay out of my way and I stay out of yours, yeah? I don't want you here just as much as you don't want to be here." She told me looking directly into my eyes.

I couldn't help my laugh. Was she really being serious?

"Why are you laughing?" she asked confused.

"Do you really think that I'm scared of a girl that probably weighs less than my pinky? I barely know you and frankly, I don't want to you know, so why don't you get back to practicing on your little piano because you missed a few notes while I was listening, sweetheart." I told her before walking into my room.

I automatically knew that messing with her was going to be my favorite aspect about living here. I thought that I was through with my conversation with her until she slammed into my room with an anger expression on her face.

"You don't talk to me like that. No one talks to me like that." She practically yelled at me.

I pushed her against the door and covered mouth to stop her from talking. I held her against the door and with a menacing smile I looked into her eyes.

"Shut up." I screamed back at her. "Do not come in here talking to me like you control me, got it? Now, I'm going to let you go and you are going to get the hell out of my room, okay pretty girl?"

Sawyer nodded her head. I then took my hand off of her mouth. She mumbled "dick" and then walked out the room with a slam of the door. I snickered knowing that living here would be a lot more fun than I expected.

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Hi, so this idea came to my head in a dream and I thought I should try it so tell me what you guys think and if any of you can do a cover for it, it would be great. Thanks!

-k