Chasing Valerie (Harry Styles Fanfic)

Monalisa tan

Wall paintings, the beauty of art. The atmosphere of this house screams those two phrases. On the other end of the wall, there is a paining of a naked woman who looks behind her back in agony, next to it is the replica of William Morris's floral painting, it can't be real things like that cost a fortune.

If this was my house, I would've put a tea table and a leather couch next to the fireplace just below the paintings, not that I'm a tea person. I do not even remember the last time I had tea, maybe before grams passed. Yes that was then, way before I grew out my hair. Speaking of hair, mine is messy now,the wind from the airport was pretty harsh. I should rinse the dust out and towel dry it as soon as I know where the bathroom is.

But then again, I wouldn't be needing the bathroom this much if I left with Zayn and the other boys, I would be extending my arm, boosting a selfie stick right above Lou's head, he likes selfies. Zayn and Louis are my best lads, just 2 weeks ago we were goofing around high school hallways, throwing silly pick up lines to everything in a skirt that opens its Locker, just a day ago, I was lying on my bed getting rid of Layla's pictures on my wall, preparing for take off, telling myself that I'm leaving everything that wasn't worth my affection...except my mother and older sister Meagan.

I surely didn't expect myself to be thousands of miles away from home, in a huge house, staring at naked women on the wall. I usually enjoy staring at them in real life if you know what I mean.

"Settling fine?" A sweet voice behind me startles my tight jeans apart, okay may have exaggerated, but I did get a little too shaken. What? The house is big. You can hear the echo of your breathing, the dark walls don't even help at all.

I give my mother a small smile, settling fine? I doubt not. First of all life was normal only 3 days ago, before mom received a call from the Vuka Africa Adoption agency. It was surprise, we were expecting her to get a call back sometime next year or in 3 years time maybe. Now I'm nowhere near home, I'm in a country I haven't been at since I was 7. When I came to visit my moms friend, whom let us crush in her house for a week until all the adoption docs are signed and we can take the little buddy home.

Speaking of the little buddy, you won't believe how we even made the decision to get him, but it was all worth it though.

"It's nice here" I lie. Well it's not a complete lie, but I lie anyways.

South Africa is a great country, yes, and the child we're adopting is too. But all this is too sudden and I wish I was back home, ripping what remains of Layla's pictures off my wall, instead I'm drained from the 18 hour flight from London to Johannesburg, the second largest city in South Africa. I didn't even see the city at all while driving from the airport to here, my fear of planes caused this. I took sleeping pills after my last meal in the plane to help me Doze off and keep me from puking out the tuna sandwich I was served by a lady with a very short pencil skirt and a peter pan collar shirt winking at me.

"You didn't even see Nelson Mandela's monument just a few kilometers from the airport, you were fast asleep, it's beautiful" she smiled. I could tell that she was trying to cheer me up. I wasn't upset, she finally got what she wanted, another son,and my strong longing to travel will have to wait.

"Bummer" I sigh. I wasn't even disappointed. Don't get me wrong, I love Nelson Mandela, brave man but...would you still be looking out of the car window when you tried your hardest to keep your guts in for 18 hours?

Exactly.

I was about to say something else when something caught ,eyes. A girl, strolling down the stairs, slowly, her hand sliding down the rail like she's from a royal movie or something. She had strawberry blonde hair, it was nearly pulled back with a bobbin pin, her cheeks were rosy, her face was small, innocent looking... The cliché horse back rider, valedictorian, Virgin Mary.

"Blink" my mom whispered as she gave blonde a smile as she approached us. I snort. Mom. Always trying to be modest to people she doesn't know.

" Mrs Styles, Harry" she nods softly, like a princess. What is this? Princess diaries? Not even Mia acted this way.

" Valerie, darling, Im glad your mother told you about my son. Or his name that is" the smile. Again. The I'm-too-kind smile she always gave my dad.

"She did" The Valerie girl looks my way, barely  flinching nor blushing.  Must be anti-Men, girls back in my town...or in my country that is, would stutter and blink a thousand times next to me. But this...prima donna is something.

"She also told me that you guys are here to finalize the legal documents and take a child home, how old is he?" She smiles, her dimples showing. I look away, she's too perfect, I don't do perfect.

"He's 8" my mom grins " I know, he's a little bit too old, but when me and... My husband went through the agency's pictures, we just fell in love with that innocent looking face that just needs love.

I watch her closely as she mentions dad. Her throat moves to and fro, almost like she is relieves she's done talking about him. I think prima-Donna saw it too because She mentions dinner being ready and something about her mom's special african cuisine.

She walks us to the dining room. I'm watching her long tanned legs move, although its winter in South Africa, the glossy color of her legs are somewhere in the spectrum of caramel and orange. The skirt is a little bit too short for my liking, I think she just came back from tennis practice and just changed her blouse.

"stop staring Harry, I know that look" mom warns once we were halfway to the dinning room, strolling behind Valerie. "No, you can't hit on her, her parents are the only people we know in this country"  I could tell a part of her voice had floating humor, and the other was a warning.

"I don't do Rich girls" and I don't, I don't do perfect. i don't chase, nor do I beg, I just don't do Rich spoilt brats. I look up from my shoes,many I could see the nicely set table, with a chandelier hanging on the ceiling, what do they eat here? Gold studs?

"Feel free to sit wherever you what , mom and dad will join us just now, they are fetching the salads, the maid took a day off" she bites in her entire bottom lip, licking it after it gets teeth marks. Maybe I might do rich kids, they are annoying but hot.

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I looked away from the strawberry lips,and sang in my head my song of survival.

I don't do rich kids.
I don't do rich kids
I don't do rich kids

But the hard on the front of my pants under this table is telling me otherwise.