44 DAYS [Harry Styles]

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Cheerio, new readers. Welcome to my new Harry fanfic, well first to be exact. Anyway, this is the first chapterrrrr. Bridget is Hannah Murray (Cassie from Skins), Adrienne is Sue Heck from The Middle ( I based Adrienne on the actual character Sue, the actress is very different from who she plays in the series) and Sierra is Kathryn Prescott (Emily from Skins). Troy is still Luke Brooks (from the Janoskians) and Harry is, Harry.

Mum made us stand outside in the backyard at the front fence.

“Straighten your back, dear.” she said while forcing my shoulders back.

“Mum!” I grunted.

I hadn't been notified about why we were out here in the first place. All I knew was that we were welcoming somebody.

Steve wasn't here, thank God. He'd probably make us wear Mexican clothes and sing a song in fluent Spanish.

Mum went and stood next to me, imitating my stance. We stood there in silence for the next few minutes, staring at the empty, quiet street in front of us. God, what on Earth must the neighbours be thinking? I could almost feel Mrs. Woodhill's demon eyes sizzling in to the back of my head.

But, in all honesty, what would you think seeing two women standing at the front gate of their house, hands behind back, looking like soldiers in the military. I tried sneakily to relax my pose, bringing my hands that were behind my back, to my front.

“Bridget!” My mum scolded, smacking my hands, signalling me to return them to their previous position.

I sighed, what on Earth am I doing here, with this woman, on this earth.

“Ah here they are!” I looked at down the street, at the direction my mum was focused on.

I felt something fuzzy rubbing against the bottom of my leg. I looked down to find Wenis. Oh Wenis, how nice of you to enlighten us with your presence. I picked him up and held him against my chest, rubbing him behind his ear. Mum was too busy focusing on the taxi that was headed down our street to tell me to straighten up.

The taxi pulled up and I squinted my eyes to try and see inside, that didn't quite help though as the sun was still shining brightly in my face.

My eyes just about burnt and fell to the floor in fresh ashes as Steve stepped out of the taxi. He was dressed in the most God-awful yellow, shiny collared T-shirt. It was so damn shiny I could almost see a reflection of myself holding Wenis in it! It honestly hurt my eyes to look right into it as the sun reflected off it.

“Jesus Christ Steve, are you trying to start a fire here or something?” I strained as he laughed.

I was truly and utterly embarrassed, for the town even.

“Well women of London, I come to here by introduce you to my son, Troy!” Troy emerged from the other side of the taxi, suitcase in hand.

I was surprised to say the least. This was not what I was expecting. He was not what I was expecting.

For starters, he was built. He had two lip piercings right next to each other, like two friendly neighbours, nothing like me and Mrs. Woodhill. He also had a nose piercing and the quiff of his hair was dyed blue. He was wearing baggy blue jeans and an oversized jumper.

“Hey girls. Cute dog.” He said pointing to Wenis.

“He's a whippet, he is still a baby. His name is Wenis.” Troy's eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Troy! This is Bridget, you can call me Bec.”

“Mum, no one calls you Bec. Everyone calls you-”

“Bridget, shh, show Troy to his room.” Mum's eyes widened as she tried to speak calmly to me.

“What, he's staying in our house?” What in God's name? Steve doesn't even live here. I am completely and totally tired of life.

“He'll be staying here for a week, so you two can... bond.” Steve answered.

“Follow me.” I fake smiled.

We walked through the house, the whole time I kept looking back at Troy. He was scanning the house like a bloody tourist.

We reached the top of the stairs and I decided to break the extremely awkward silence that I could have possibly suffocated on.

“Why is there blue in your hair, are you part of a gang or something?” He looked confused again.

He often looked confused. Maybe it was the fact that he's Australian. Perhaps all Australians are naturally confused. Come to think of it, Steve is often confused. I mean, he doesn't understand a majority of the jokes I make. Whilst me and mum are laughing, he just sits there for a minute before asking me to explain.

“Are all Australians confused people?” I asked accidently.

“Um, I'm not part of gang. And no, are all English people weird?” He smirked as we walked into the guest bedroom.

“Yes, actually. There is a mental institute a few blocks away, I'll bring you there one day, if you want to, that is.” I then briskly walked away into my room.

I stood in my room thinking before returning to the guest room where Troy was on the floor unpacking.

“Did that lip piercing hurt?” I asked leaning against the door.

“No. Not quite.” He half-smiled.

“You're going to have to take me to get my belly button pierced, you know. My mum can not find out.” I said quietly.

“Sure, whatever.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

I turned around to return to my room, bumping into, and almost tripping over Wenis.

“Argh! Get lost, Wenis.”

Troy giggled.