The Styles Brothers

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MACKENZIE

"Come on Kenzie, they're waiting for us" my mom yelled from downstairs. I was wearing a classic yellow sundress with my hair up in a half-pony and wearing these white stilettos. I'm not trying to be fancy because I saw three boys earlier; same physical appearance but different personality. I looked at myself again in the mirror and heard another voice from my mom again.

I went downstairs, met my parents by the front door and closed it. We walked on the cemented pavement as we soon saw this house, glowing on the outside because of the lights inside. We got to their doorstep, my dad ringing the door bell and Gemma was the one who opened the door for us.

"Oh Kenzie" she gave me a peck on the cheek and smiled, not only to me, but to my parents as well. "Gemma, these are my parents. Mom Dad, this is Gemma our new neighbor" they both shook hands and exchanged smiles once Gemma greeted them. After that she let us come in their new home and they have decorated it like any other modern house. The walls were baige but a bit lighter, the floor was wooden and clean, they have a medium sized chandelier on their ceiling and there were antiques and picture frames being hung and on the shelves too.

"I thought I heard voices" a voice we heard from behind after we have gazed upon their lovely home, Anne, who was still wearing her apron, brought out a dish which was probably the last thing she cooked for us to eat. 'Hello Mrs. Styles" I greeted her and directly introduced her to my parents.

"Mrs. Styles these are my parents, George and Angie" they shook hands as Anne tried to converse with them since she wanted to meet them earlier before. "I hope you are hungry cuz I made dinner, with the help of my daughter of course" she went over to her place apparently and sat down and nudged Gemma on her elbow.

"Sweetie, can you please call your brothers. We can't keep our guests waiting" Gemma nodded her head and went her way up the stairs. "You have other children besides her?" my mother asked curiously.

"Yes. I have three boys after her" she smiled like a proud mother she is.

After Gemma went down the last step, I could hear lots of feet scurrying to come down immediately. Maybe Gemma had a strategy for them to come down easily. I saw Marcel first; he was wearing a white, long sleeved buttoned up shirt, his hair was slicked back like before and he still wore glasses the last time I saw him. He was cute once he saw me and blushed right after. Next was Harold and he was looking charming like before; hair was brown and curly, he was wearing a 3/4 black shirt and skinny jeans. Harry came down last and didn't know that he still wears his style like before; long sleeved patterned shirt, with the sleeves being folded until the elbows, the two buttons on top were unbuttoned and skinny jeans.

Me think, I overdressed a bit just by seeing them all casual enough for us. "Boys meet Mr and Mrs Green and you've met their daughter, Kenzie" they shook their hands with my parents and made their attention towards me. Marcel gave me a shy smile, Harold gave me a wide smile with a wave and of course Harry giving me a wink.

"Let's all sit down and....let's eat" as we pull up a chair. At first sight, the food looks delicious. Mrs. Styles really has the gift of cooking like my mom. Wish my brother was here with us.

"So Anne, why have you decided to live here, in Holmes Chapel Cheshire?" my mom asked after I passed her a bowl of pasta and a slice of meatloaf.

"Well we've decided to start over and live a new life and well moving here might be the solution to our problems" she smiled even though I can feel that wasn't the answer.

"You'll never regret living here" my mom placed a hand on her shoulder and they exchanged smiles. As they conversed, I tried to eat my meal calmly and I couldn't focus well though because I felt someone watching me. From in front of me, I saw Marcel trying to smile at me but blushing got in the way, Harold never stopped smiling at me and Harry, well, his eyes were all over me as another smirk plastered upon his face.