Finding Him // h.s.

Chapter Two // A New Beginning

~emma~
It's been about a week now and I'm currently staying in Ciara's flat until I can make the money to afford my own priorities and flat. Although this may take a whilst... I don't really know where to start!

"Louis' coming over tonight.", Ciara hollers to me, Louis is her older brother-27 years young. I sink into the warm bath water, relaxing. "He said he wants to catch up with you!".

I smile thinking of the childish, blue eyed boy. I haven't seen him in years, I wonder if he's changed his mischievous ways, just like how Ciara drastically changed.

I slip under water, thanking my lucky stars I have Ciara to help me start over... This going to be my new beginning.

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"Emma! They're here, quickly!", Ciara exclaims whilst I hear her opening the front door. They're?

I gently pat down my white, with pink poke-a-dots, dress so the tool beneath it doesn't make it look so poofy. I push my brown curls away from my face and behind my shoulders.

I make my way into the lounge room where I instantly see Louis. I squeal, running over towards him. I expect him to do the same but he just stands there emotionless.

Anyways, I wrap my arms round his neck, happily smiling. "It's so good to see you again.", I lean back to get a look at him.

I don't recognise him.

He has tattoos all up his neck and arms. His hair is no longer light brown but now a dark brown with a little bit of dark blue at the ends. He has a few piercings on his left ear and what changes his appearance the most are his eyes. They're so dull...

Although he does crack a slight smile. "Ditto, love. I heard what happened.", he chuckles, shaking his head, "I would never have expected that to happen to a Grande.".

I sheepishly smile, looking down at my light blue flats. I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, suddenly noticing a man behind Louis. "I didn't know I would get arrested for it.", I softly giggle. I'm a little dumb, I know.

I step to the side, looking over towards the other man. "It's a pleasure to meet you, sir.", I smile over to him.

He's quiet and comes off a bit dark to me. He has dark, chocolate brown curls that is gelled up in a little quiff. He also has tattoos covering his arms but not his neck unlike Louis. He has a lip piercing, which to me looks very painful. Although, his dark forest green eyes glimmer slightly, making me see a little hope of happiness in him.

"Harry.", he speaks up; his deep, raspy voice intimidating me.

"This is my friend, Harry Styles. We...we work together.", Louis tells me.

I look over to Ciara, who is just drooling over Harry's muscular body before quickly realising that I've noticed her. She turns her attention to the lads, grinning, "I've prepared dinner for ye all!".

Ciara runs off to the kitchen, whilst I tell the men: "I can take your coats.".

Louis smiles, shrugging off his black jacket, "Thanks, love.". Harry follows him, leaving his coat on.

I hang the jacket up before fleeing into the kitchen, squealing: "We have so much to catch up on!".

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"So you're an alcoholic now?!", Louis laughs, not believing what Ciara has just informed him.

"Well I wouldn't put it that way.", I shyly tell him, looking over to Harry who has his head tilted to the side.

"I can't see it.", Harry chuckles, shaking his head. "She seems proper...like a good girl.".

"Oh boy, she is!", Ciara exclaims. I blush, pulling all of my hair over my right shoulder.

"How'd you get into this mess again?", Harry questions, cutting a piece of meat.

"I stole my fathers wallet,", I blush, not liking how bad I sound, "I got pulled over for drinking and I took someone's identity: my father.".

Harry shakes his head, smirking at me. "Good girl gone bad.", Louis grins.

"Oh no, no!", I speak up, concerned, "I'm good, I promise. I was just mad and-".

"I'm only joking, love.", Louis laughs.

I blush, my cheeks turning red hot. "Well enough about me...", I quickly change the subject, "Where do you and Harry work at?".

All goes silent, Ciara and Louis exchange worried looks whilst Harry just ignores everyone all together. Ciara shakes her head before Louis responds, "At a restaurant".

"Waiters?", I ask.

"I'm a waiter, Harry...cooks.", he slowly tells me, fidgeting in his seat before taking a sip of the red wine.

"Harry, you can cook?", I turn my attention towards Harry whilst Ciara lets out a sigh of relief, for a reason I don't know.

"Actually yes.", Harry gives Louis a glare.

"Everything-like baking too?", I question, getting intrigued in this conversation. For someone as tiny and fit as me-I do admit, I love food.

"Sure.", he shrugs.

"So you can teach me how to make Angel Cake.", my eyes widen whilst Ciara giggles, knowing I'm never forget that Harry Styles can cook and bake.

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AUTHORS NOTE:
I usually post daily, if not every other day. Trust me, you may be bored reading my book but it will get serious and heated soon—reaalllll soon!

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