Chapter 1 // Beginning

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Liz's POV

"Liz! Oh Liz!" I heard Jane Styles call. I was fixing Becca's bed not paying much attention. Hurriedly I finished then whipped my hands on my apron. I put the old sheets in the hamper and continued my way down stairs. My hands were behind my back as I came up to Becca and Mrs. Jane on the couch.

"Yes ma'am?" Trust me this wasn’t the job I had picked out. It never would but I did not have a choice. They took me in from an orphanage at the age of fifteen but I did not get a family who loved me. I got a family who took me in to make me a maid. First I hadn't meant there son but he came along after X-Factor then soon went off to tour. Yes I'm talking about Harry Styles. Everyone thinks he's a joy but he's just a boy with a bad temper. 

"Becca wants something to drink." 

"What would you like Ms. and ma'am do you want something too?" I looked at them both. Jane Styles was in her forties with shoulder length black hair and a few gray's coming in between dyes. Her facial features looked almost boney, pointy and she was slim. She was beautiful but she was not nice at all; Becca was worse. 

"I want a smoothie banana strawberry." 

"Just a coffee for me." I went to the fridge and got the fixings for a smoothie. I washed my hands and got out the blender. I cut the banana's and strawberry's mixing the rest into the blender. I took out a glass to pour the smoothie into and a coffee cup for Ms. Jane. I poured the coffee mixing it with low fat creamer and two tea spoons of sugar. I sat it on a tray over a saucer. I poured the smoothie into the glass and sat that too on the tray. I carried it out sitting it on the side table to hand them their drinks. 

"Will that be all Mrs.?" 

"What time is it?" I checked my watch. 

"It's two." 

"What is cook planning for dinner?" 

"I'm not sure I'll check." I turned to go but she stopped me. 

"No tell her I want Lemon Basil Shrimp and Pasta."  

"Yes ma'am." Susy was going to be pissed. She had already planned something I'm sure. I sat the tray wear we keep all the dishes and went to the kitchen. "Hey Susy," she gave me a smile. "I have bad news."

"Now what is it?" I gave her a small smile. 

"She wants Lemon Basil Shrimp and Pasta."

"You have got to be kidding me! I have already planned a dinner and started on it!" She picked up what she had already started preparing and threw it in the garbage. "Now I have to pick up these things she wants." 

"No I'll do it. Just make the list and I'll go out right away." 

"Are you sure?"

"I'm positive I need to get out of here for awhile." She gave a weak smile and squeezed my shoulder. In the years I have lived here she has been a mother figure to me. I've cried on her shoulder and told her everything almost. The things I couldn't tell her I told Clairice. She was nineteen and worked here by choice. 

"Dear here's the list," Susy had pulled me out of my trance handing me a piece of paper. I nodded and went up stairs. I fetched my coat, grabbed my purse, my phone and two bags we use for food; instead of using paper or plastic. I was walking through the living room when Mrs. Jane had stopped me. 

"Where are you going?" She had not even looked away from the telley as she spoke to me. 

"I am running out to get groceries for dinner. Do you need something?" 

"Yes. Pick up things to make brownies as well."

"Yes ma'am." I bowed a little grabbing another bag. I left taking the bus. 

When I had got to the store I pulled out the list and put the ingredients in the cart. That's when I saw him. Not Harry, but Sam. Sam was in the same foster home I was in. He was a year older so now he would be eighteen. We talked from time to time and he wanted to get me out of the house but we couldn't do anything till I was eighteen. "Sam! Sam!" I called. He turned around and when he caught sight of me he smiled. 

"Liz!" I pushed the cart as fast as I could toward him. He wrapped me in a hug, "How are you?" he asked as he rubbed my back. 

"Living in hell still. How about you?" His smile grew as he pulled out his wallet. 

"I'm dating a girl." 

"So you didn't turn out gay?" I joked and we chuckled. 

"No take a look," she had long black hair, pale skin, high cheek bones, dark brown eyes with long eyelashes. Her dark features almost matched Sam's perfectly. With his black swooped hair with blonde high lights, high cheek bones, dark chocolate brown eyes, long lashes. 

"What's her name?" 

"Emily. We started dating a month ago." 

"You never told me about her," I was a little angry at him. We were best friends and he did not tell me. 

"I wanted to tell you in person when I saw you again." 

"It could have been months before I saw you again." Which was true I didn't get out much. I went to school yeah, but after school I went right home. 

"I know I'm sorry but your here now." 

"I have to get back so Susy can start dinner and have it on the table at five sharp." 

"Right. How is it there?"

"A living hell like I said. I better go." 

"What about Harry?" 

"He comes home from touring tomorrow." 

"Yeah," he gave me a hug. "I'll see you sometime." 

"See you," I pushed the cart away going to the check out. I quickly bought everything and ran to a starbucks. I got my hot chocolate and cached the bus. 

I hurried in the house and set the groceries on the counter. I ran up stairs put my coat away, sitting down my purse. I sat on the bed not being able to help myself. Sam's life is moving on, we have been best friends for years. I fell in love with him about a month after moving into the orphanage. I wouldn't talk to anyone, wouldn't look at anyone, I barely ate, barely came out of my bed. I was eleven years old when my parents had disappeared. Finally Sam had started talking to me. A month later I fell in love with him but never could tell him. Maybe I should but that could ruin the friendship and now he's with someone; it's too late. 

That's went I heard the footsteps in my room. I looked up to see Harry Styles. My worst nightmare. "I thought you weren't coming home till tomorrow." I stood dusting off my apron. 

"Came home early," he winked. 

"Get out please." 

"It's my house you get out." 

"If I could I would." He had a heavy british accent. Course he were in England but I was from America. I pushed past him and waited for him to step out of my room. "Out now please." 

"Lay down with me." He walked towards my bed. 

"Please don't Harry. Please get out." He shrugged his shoulders walking out. I shut the door moving down the stairs. 

"You know your quite the bore."

"Oh well I have things to do. Is there anything you need?" 

"To get laid." 

"Well I'm sure many of your fans would love to help you with that." I blinked a couple of time clearing my throat quietly. 

"Sure." He walked away and I stood there till I knew he was gone. I took a breath fixing my blonde hair in my pony tail and moving down stairs. Harry Styles was a jerk for sure. 

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