18 & Married (Harry Styles) By Trishawrites

Chapter 1-Bitch In A Leopard Bra

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Taylor's POV.

I was standing peacefully right next to my luggage waiting for whoever dad sent to pick me up, when an idiot bumped into me. I curse to myself for wearing killer heels. Good thing they go well with my outfit. "Damn. Watch where you're going!" I hissed, irritated. Haven't got any sleep last night, It was weird because I was awake the whole ride, thinking about why Dad wanted me to be here right now.

"Watch your attitude and I apologize, I'm in a hurry." The curly haired dude said. His accent is like music to my ears, but of course.. I'm in London. Watch my attitude? Oh no you didn't, sweetheart.

I raised my right eyebrow at him ready to bitch when he walked away from me, "Asshole." I muttered to myself. Unfortunately .. It came out louder than I expected.

"Bitch in a leopard bra." I saw him smirk. That made me look down to my outfit. All black and a see-through tank top revealing my leopard bra. I thought it was sexy, so he can stare all he wants.

He left my jaw hanging. I groaned in frustration. Damn British jerk bag.

15 minutes later Lucy came to pick me up. Lucy has been with us for a long time. She takes care of me whenever I'm in England. She's the best and cares for me the most, I'd die for her. She is like my mom, well.. Don't get me wrong I love my real mom but Lucy? She's a normal one. My mom's too formal to hang with unlike Lucy.

"So, How was your flight, love?" Lucy asked, smiling.

"Boring. I just wanna go home and sleep." I shot her a smile. I couldn't help but think about the curly haired guy earlier. Now that I'm more calm ... He's pretty hot. Or fit, as they would call it. He's got green eyes, if I'm not mistaken. I'm not going to lie but he sure is quite attractive. Even though, he acted like a complete ASS, part of me liked him. Well, not that kind of likeness.

Before I knew it, we were home. Lucy told the other ladies maids to take my stuff to my room. Now all I have to do is talk to Dad. It's been 3 years since the last time I've been here and it feels good to be back.

I made my way to Dad's office, a bit nervous. Maybe because I haven't seen him in a long time or I'm scared to know why he wanted me to be here. Or both. I saw him admiring a new painting, i suppose. "Hey, Dad." I smiled, he looked exactly the same. For a 45 year-old man he looks so young, I'm well impressed.

"Princess, come here." He smiled widely, opening his arms for a big hug. I stepped closer to hug him. I missed him so much, It felt like its been years since the last time I gave him a hug.

"So, what's the big news that you need to tell me?" I asked, pulling away. "Right ... " He began, gesturing me to sit down next to him on the comfy white sofa. "Do you remember Poppa James?"

How could I not? He was the best grand father ever. I used to call him, grandpops when I was little. "Yeah, of course. May he rest in peace."

"Well, He used to be friends with Anthony Styles.." He glanced at me for a second and began talking again. For some reason, I do not feel good about this whole conversation right now. "Actually, they were more like Brothers. You see, They've been best friends for a long time and they both promised that their own kids will someday marry each other." He stopped, taking a deep breath.

"But... they both had sons. That's when they shook on a new agreement. You, being my daughter... are going to marry his grand son." He trailed off.