Chapter 2

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(I'll let little Alice take over.)

"AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

I thought this place was interesting it turns out this place is haunted! I ran as fast as I could.

"Mom! Mom!" I screamed and they were sat formally in a room with the new neighbors drinking tea, British. Well this is awkward all eyes are on me.

"There you are, what's wrong darling?" she says hiding the embarrassment in her face. Darn it. There is only a little chance that she is going to believe me so my choice of words better be good.

"I... I saw a ghost with terrible huge eyes! It was pale and scary and..." I swallow the lump on my throat, the couple in front of me made me feel nervous.

"There wouldn't be. I'm sure it was just your imagination or maybe your eyes blurred." mom creates a list of alibis.

"I'm not kidding mom, I swear!" 

"Harry!" I turned around as the woman exclaims.

"AAAAAHHHHH! There it is!" it made me jump in surprise.

"Well, this is Harry Edward Styles, our son. Gemma is upstairs, I don't think she'll be down until 8." a boy that looks my age stands between the couple. He's wearing glasses at a very young age,  it's weird. How could they create this, nerd?  

"Your son?" my mouth drops and I was left confused.

His son?

He scared the living heck out of me.

Oh no. 

Mom pulls me by the wrist and I know what she's going to do. Next thing you know, where at the corner of the room,  "Look what you've done, you've just insulted the new neighbors! Calling their son a ghost?!" she mutters.

"Those eyes were probably just the telescope, or his glasses! Why didn't you stay put in the first place?" she softens her tone a little bit. She does have point though, stupid me.

"Fine. Fine. I'll go apologize to Mr. and Mrs. Styles." I roll my eyes and stomped my way to the couple. I hate apologizing, I'm just a kid, you know. Imagination and all! I'm doing this for the belt, Mr. Skin and Mr. Belt wouldn't want to interact. Besides, it's just a low blow between me and my pride

*Ding-dong*

"More guests!" Mrs. Styles claps her hands joyfully. Just as I came to them face to face with their 'son' they both walked away. "Excuse me" she opens the door and greets the other guests while Mr. Styles prepared the kitchen. Now I'm left with the innocent guy.

"Hey, I'm sorry for calling you a monster. I really didn't mean it, and  for my behavior." I say rubbing the back of my neck. "I was hoping we could be friends. What do you say?" I encourage him in a joyful tone, attempting to do a handshake, I hope this awkward smile convinces him.

...

He doesn't answer. Instead he raises his eyebrow and looked at me as if I was beggar. 

"Harry! The Barrymores are here!" his mom calls out. This time he bumped me in the shoulder so he could go to his mom. Well bad mistake mister! cause I'm gonna beat the living cell out of you. I was literally being nice to him then he has the nerve to turn me down. Good for you, if he weren't in his mansion I would've pushed him back harder. Four eyes!

It was a bad idea, that jerk. I feel like I need to talk to dad, he understands me more than anyone. I just never understand the essence of friendship! And I never will. I stomped back to find dad still sitting at the same place, he was busy talking Kim's dad. Maybe I should just save it for later and behave for once, this night will pass.

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