Lost (Harry Styles)

THIS IS A HARRY STYLES FAN FICTION. IT IS NOT EXACTLY ACCORDING TO HARRY'S LIFE. HE HAS DIFFERENT PARENTS AND NON OF THE BOYS ARE IN IT. SORRY TO DISAPPOINT. HOPE YOU ENJOY AS THIS IS THE FIRST ATTEMPT OF A FAN FICTION.

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"Ava?!" I hear my dad call my name for the tenth time.

"I'm coming!" I shout as I race down the stairs. It's no use ignoring him anymore, he'll just annoy me even more.

"What is it?" I ask still not very happy that I got called out of my comfy bed.

"I just got hold of an old friend of mine. We were old school friends. He invited us to his house for dinner. We're all going, no excuses." He says sternly.

I sigh. I could really do with a nap right now. I really cannot be bothered to go to some old friend's house. I feel like dragging myself upstairs and burying myself in my warm soft duvets but I have to try and restrain myself from doing just that.

"Do I have to?" I ask like a little child.

"Yes. You, your mother and I, we all have to." He says with a beam.

I give my dad a pleading look but he just stares at me blankly. In the end I just give in.

"Fine, when do we leave?" I huff not very excited by this idea.

"Preferably now." He says. "Ava, I want you to be on your best behaviour. Best behaviour." He says rolling his eyes at what he'd call 'bad behaviour'. He annoys me most days, but sometimes he is such a sweet dad.

My mum enters the room with makeup all done and a smart-casual dress. She is one of those mothers that is all about being presentable no matter where we are going.

"Ava, get dressed quickly honey." She says pulling me into a tight embrace.

"I am dressed..." I say trying not to make eye contact because I know that I will eventually give in if I look at her straight in the eye. It always happens. Always.

"You're going to someone's house. You have to look presentable." She whispers as if they could hear us.

"I'm sorry but I'm not going to dress up all fancy to go to someone's house when I barely even know them. It's not like I have anyone to impress." I laugh but quickly cease as she raises an eyebrow at me.

"Well, they have a son." She states as she gives me one of those up-to-no-good smiles.

I scoff and walk out the door and towards the car not wanting to carry on this conversation.

I look out the window of the car. It's already dark, it's only 4pm. I deliberately make my hair slightly messier just to piss my mother off but no way will she throw one of her fits when we arrive. She knows she'll make a fool out of herself. I hope their son isn't hot. It would make things a lot easier.

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We slowly pull up to two massive elegant gates. My dad presses the buzzer.

"Hello? Style residence." Says the voice

"Hey Bruce, it's me, Dom." My dad says a little too loudly. He's one of those people who shout down the phone incase people can't hear them.

"Dom! Come on in."

The gates slowly open as the receiver cuts off. My guess is that we sat there for about five minutes to wait for the gates to open they were taking that long. As the gates are removed from my view they reveal a massive house. I wouldn't say it was quite a mansion but it's definitely bigger than our house.

We walk up the steps and knock on the door. I hear barking. Shit. I hate dogs. Then I hear foot steps.

A boy about a year or two older than me opens the door. He has a mop of curls that are pushed up. He must be about 18/19? He has a lot of tattoos for someone his age. He rests his arm on the door frame. This makes his muscles even more prominent than they were. The t-shirt that he is wearing is tight on his body. I was hoping he wouldn't be hot. Just my luck.

"Ava?..... Ava??.....Ava!" My dad's voice surprises me.

"Huh? Yeah? What?" I say as I jump in surprise, knocking my head on the doorframe in the process. I'm going to have a massive bruise now.

"Are you coming in or not?" The boy asks with a smirk on his face.