Teenage Dreams (Harry Styles AU)

-Chapter 1

Louis' POV:

       "Sammi, where are we going?" I shouted to the almost three year old in the back seat of my car. "Uncle Lou's work!" She shouted, mispronouncing every word. I was watching her today for Carter. I had the day off and I really wanted to spend it with Sam. We were driving to the shop that I work at. She loves looking at all of the pictures of the tattoos and I even let her see one getting done for a minute if whoever is getting it is getting it in an appropriate spot. She loves it there, but she can only stay for a little while at a time, because it is dangerous. She loves Zayn my friend and co worker and she loves Tyler, my boss. Although she loves it, she hates that I have to hold her the whole time we are in there. But, I mean I can't take the chance of her running off or getting hurt, or seeing something that she shouldn't. Sam has no idea but she has the coolest mum ever for letting me take her in there. 

          Carter really is an amazing mum though. She isn't just cool, like she is a great mum. I don't think people really notice that or compliment her on that because they can't get past the fact that she is only nineteen with a nearly three year old baby. But she is, and I try and tell her that whenever I remember. Samantha is Carter's world and she would do anything for her, she wants to be with her all of the time. I know that she has a lot of trust issues because of Sam's dad, but she seems to trust me with Sam and I am so thankful for that. Sam and I have an incredible relationship and I know that she has never met her dad so I try and kind of be the uncle/father figure in her life.

          I know that Sam doesn't know it now, but I do hope that one day she realizes just how much her mother loves her, and how much she has given up for her daughter. Carter has always had this huge dream of becoming a musician, I mean ever since we were little she has wanted to be a musician. The thing is Carter could have done it, like she could have really been a musician if it wasn't for Sam unexpectedly coming along. Carter chose Sam over her dreams in a heart beat though and even though it wasn't a difficult thing for Carter to do because she loves Sam. It kind of was. It kind of was a big deal, she just chose to make it not be a huge deal. Now, all Carter wants to do is settle for a steady job that can support her and Sam once she graduates. 

          But, I know that she still dreams of being a musician. She has all of her recording equipment and instruments set up in her basement and I know that she plays them when Sam isn't home. She can't when Sam is home because the loud instruments are too loud for her baby's ears. Carter plays the piano, drums, guitar and she is an incredible singer. She truly is talented. I have sang with her before, we both loved to sing while growing up, but she always shined brighter while singing. She is just musically gifted. Sam loves her mother's voice too, and she loves it when she plays. Carter plays her acoustic guitar and sings to Sam a lot. They both really like it and I know that Sam loves it when Carter sings to her. I just hope that one day, even if it is years from now, Carter gets to live her dream.

          I pulled up to the shop and Sam screamed with excitement. I walked to the back seat of my car and picked up Sam from her car seat, that Carter made sure was securely in place. I held her as I opened the shop door and made my way to the front desk, where I usually am at. I set her on the counter as I looked around for something for her to do. I sighed, entertaining this girl was really easy but unfortunately I have a horrible imagination... it was going to be a long day. I saw in the corner of my eye Zayn approaching with a cup of hot liquid in his hand. "Zeen!" Sam yelled once she saw him. He looked at us and immediately smiled once he saw the sweet blue eyed girl in front of him. "Hey munchkin! What are you doing here?" Zayn spoke slowly. He set his beverage down on the counter and picked her up. They hugged and talked for awhile. 

          "Are you excited for Halloween?" Zayn asked her. I laughed, while waiting for her response because she was really excited about the upcoming holiday. She screamed to show her excitement and Zayn and I laughed. After an hour of hanging around the tattoo shop, which is much longer than normal, Sam and I left. I took her home for her nap and we just hung out until Carter came home.

Harry's POV:

          "You seriously have never kissed a British guy before?" I asked Carter in disbelief. "Yes. I don't see the big deal..." She says while walking out to her car with me following closely. "The big deal?! You have lived in Cheshire for how long? Two years? And you haven't kissed a British guy, yet?!" I asked still in disbelief. "Wanna know something even crazier?" She asks. "What?" I ask. "I've never kissed an American guy either." She says. What? She has never been kissed! "WHAT!" I scream, and she just laughs at me. "That's right. The only boyfriend I ever had, the only guy I ever kissed, was a foreign exchange student." She said seriously. This girl is crazy. "Ok... let me see if I got this right. You have lived in two different countries so far in your life..." I said. She nodded her head. "...And, the only guy that you have ever kissed was from neither...?" I asked. She nodded her head. Oh god, she was crazy. That. Is. Insane. I have only lived in one country my entire life and I have kissed girls from here, there... everywhere. And, lets not forget the crazy fact that she has only kissed ONE GUY? EVER? I sigh at this insane girl, that I also happen to have a massive crush on. 

         Oh shit. I forgot my project in the art room, I have to work on it tonight. I said a quick goodbye to Carter and ran back to the art room, the class before last, that Carter and I had together. I walked into the empty room and began looking for my poorly drawn project. I finally found it and was about to leave the room when I noticed a phone on the desk that Carter usually sits in. I walk over to it and notice that it is indeed her phone. I quickly run out of the art room and towards the front doors of the school. By the time I get to Carter's usual parking space her car is long gone. 

        I turn on Carter's phone, and notice that her background is a picture of some women that is probably Carter's mother holding an infant. I type in the pass code, yes I know it, I have watched her put it in only a hundred times. I search her phone for anything that can help me out with giving her phone back to her, tonight. I don't look in her pictures or messages because that's just wrong. I do find her address though. I typed it into my phone, to give me directions and only a minute later I was on my way to Carter's house. I realize that Carter and I are an unlikely pair, and we share an unusual friendship, but I do find it strange that I have never been to her house before.

        I pull up to a very large house. I'm surprised that it's this large since Carter is an only child, I figured the house would be much smaller. I park my car next to hers, in her driveway. I grab her phone and walk towards her front door. I knock a few times until she opens it. I smile at her. Her face shows nothing but shock and surprise and a little bit of something else but I don't really know what. As I hand her phone to her and begin my sentence I'm cut off by a small baby-like voice. I hear light foot steps and then before I know it there is this little girl that is no older than three standing next to Carter and holding her leg tightly. "Mummy, who is that?" She asks Carter. I can't believe it. Carter has a daughter. Carter has a daughter, and she didn't tell me! How could she not tell me she had a daughter? How could she keep that from me? I thought we were closer than that! Carter has a daughter... cool, fine. That's fine! But, why didn't she tell me?!

        Surprisingly, I feel like crying, which is odd because I never cry and normally I find that to be girly. But, I do, I feel betrayed and I feel like crying. Carter means a lot to me, and yeah, ok, maybe I don't mean that much to her but, I just thought that she would tell me something like that. I can't stand there looking at Carter's scared face a second longer. That makes more sense now, she was scared when she opened the door because she has a BABY! I storm off to my car not saying a word, and as badly as I want to slam my door shut, i don't. Her daughter seemed really scared and I don't want to scare her more with the loud noise. I drive out of her driveway and to my flat as fast as I can.

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