The Childhood Memory

Chapter Eight: Meeting the Styles

Yes, I can't even really believe it. The moment I found out that Philipp Styles is my godfather. I felt joy and happiness because I know that I can get my story to the cover page. So we are now inside a fancy, black limo. With it's own driver, and w few body guards for our- Err, I mean their safety. The car trip was full of chit chats and different talks about my mother and godparents life. I never seen my mom talk and laugh like this. She's just so happy. Which makes me happy too.

"So, Chloe, what are you busy with?" Anne asked me still with a smile plastered on her face

"Oh, uh, well I'm a writer in a magazine company" I said, returning the smile

"Oh, really? Where?" She asked with excitement in her voice

"Oh, at Daily News"

Then. Mr. Styles speak "Really? Well, I have been receiving a few calls from that mag company if I could do an interview with them."

"Well, are you one of those papz Chloe?!" Anne gasped, almost.

"We are not paps, we are journalist's Madam." I told her still with a smile

"Oh, thank goodness." She sighed in relief.

"And I'm sure you'll be glad to meet Harry again!" Mr. Styles told me

"Harry? Who is he?" I asked in confusion. Well, yes I know It's the Styles only left son. But, do we knew each other?

"Well, you guys are good friends. Really good friends when you were young. Until Matthew died." Mr. Styles said with a frown

"W-who is Matthew?" Well, Mr. Cowell one said that one of their son's died because of an accident.

"He was also your friend, my dear" Mother told me with an reassuring smile

"Was." is all Anne could say. She looks sorrowful now.

"Anyways, you will meet Raina and Harry later when we reach the house" Mr. Styles reassured

A few, several moments of driving. We finally reach their so called "house". But for me, it isn't a house. It's a mansion. A really big white mansion. I think this house costs like a bazzilion dollars. It's so big and so elegant. While entering a big, white gate. I can see gardens from within full of flowers I don't know what to call. We stepped out of the car, and I can see a greater view of the mansion. Which is jaw dropping.

"This is our house, Chloe" Anne said, while gesturing me to come inside and follow them. I followed them and entered the white mansion. Inside is like heaven, full of chandiliers and fancy furnitures.

"Harry, Raina! Were home!" Mr. Styles talked a little louder.

Then suddenly, a girl about my age with a brunette hair and green eyes walked down the fancy stairs. Wearing a white, denim shorts with a revealing top. She suddenly ran through me and gave me a breathtaking hug. We have the same height, so it's not hard to hug her back. We stayed there for minutes, hugging, not caring about the world.

"Oh, Gosh I miss you so much Chloe!" she squealed, with happiness in her voice.

"I'm Raina, in case you don't remember me or something" She reached my hand, and playfully shake it. Not wondering if I want to shake her hand back.

"Chloe Huntley" I formally answered.

"So this is Chloe" a deep, husky voice asked from a corner. We all turned our heads to see a man, maybe a year older than me. He have those brown chocolate curls, those knee-weakening green eyes. He's wearing a white t-shirt and those jeans that perfectly fits his skinny legs. His eyebrows are frowned and his eyes narrowed at my direction.

"Yes, Harry. Do you still remember me?" My mother from the back asked, with her eyebrows up

"Why would I forget you Aunt Helen?!" And he ran towards my mother. Walking past by me and Raina. Giving my mother a sweet, short hug. He turned his direction towards me "So, I bet you can't remember me anymore" Still with his deep, raspy voice. Which opens a jar of butterflies in my stomach.

"I'm Harry, Harry Styles" He said, formally. Reaching out his hands, waiting for me to shake it back. I did'nt hesitate to let his big hands touch my petite hands. Unexpectedly, he pulled me in a friendly hug. He was really taller than me. At first I hesistated if I should hug him back. So, I pulled my petite, long arms at his back. Until he whispered something I find horrible.

"I will make you remember everything we have been through, Chloe" With a smirk on his pinkish, kissable lips.

(Whohohoh. Harry is already in the scene. Well, Harry is a kind of badass, rich boy here. Anyways, vote and comment! Would really mean A LOT to meh! Stay beautiful and strong, my lovely readers!)