Stepdad Styles

Chapter 1

Let's take this story back exactly ONE MONTH ago when Niall suggested I come along on tour with them because they would all benefit from having my daughter and I around. They do this EVERY time a tour takes place in London and they do it last minute. You would think I would suspect something but every time I'm clueless, except this time I should have just stayed home.

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"CRAZY HAZEY! Wakey wakey!" Pounding on my flats front door echoed throughout the place. I sat up straight in bed, who the hell was here? Looking over my shoulder I couldn't believe the time I had read.

4:30am. Blazing balls of fire it's way too early.

"Mummy? Who's at the door?" my daughter asked standing in my bedroom doorways frame, she was in her Dora The (damn) Explorer night gown with her little doll clutched between her tiny fingers.

Her platinum blonde hair partially still up in the, horrible excuse for a , ponytail. Loose strands frame her small baby-like face as I look at her in shock. She shouldn't be out of bed right now, that's for sure.

"Lux, baby, get your bags." I sigh deeply as a huge smile spreads across her face.

"Uncle Ni-Ni's here?!" She screamed with joy at the same time the knocking got louder.

"He sure is." I groan while I slide myself out of bed. She's two steps ahead of me as she disappears from my sight.

I flick on my bedrooms light switch and squint my eyes in hopes to see properly. No more than 30 seconds passed by and I finally can see again.

"Crazy Hazey, let's get this party moving!" Niall yelled even louder as he pounded more frequently on the door.

I walk out of my room, through the living room and come to a stop at the front door of my flat. Do I dare take a peak through the peep hole?

OFCOURSE I DO.

I use the little strength I have to ease up onto my tip toes so I can peak through the magnified hole. I can see Niall whispering apologies to my neighbor, the poor guy, this is like the 10th time this year.

I removed the chain first, then switch over the big lock, last the door knob lock. This is it, no turning back now.

"Hello Niall." I greet him, he has his back turned towards me and hasn't noticed I opened the door.

Nialls conversation with my old neighbor is brought up short as his head whips in my direction, a grin making it's way onto his pale face.

"Hazel!" He cheers and runs towards me, much like a psychotic lunatic, flailing arms, legs and tongue.

I'm suffocated instantly, his long arms wrapping around me as he laughs into my hair. "Niall, get off me." I groan, patting his back.

"Did she let you in?" I blink atleast 5 times while looking at the person who decided to finally show up. The idiot, with the gorgeous green eyes, who asks a question with an obvious answer.

"Just now, she made me knock for nearly 10 minutes!" Niall exclaimed. Then it's as if he's hit over the head with a magical thought. "Do you have any donuts?" He asks me.

I should have known.

"Far left top cabinet." I say with such disappointment laced in my tone. Before I can blink Niall is racing past me and into my flat.

"Now that fatty is getting his breakfast.. Where's my hug?" I couldn't hold back the small chuckle from getting past my lips as I hold my arms out for Harry to step into.