My name is Kelsey Moore (pronounced Mo-ré). I am 18 years old and live with my parents and 21 year old brother in Seattle. I am in Seattle School of arts. My dad; James Moore is Chief Director of Seattle Press and my mom; Samantha Moore is Chief Pla...
As soon as we got home i looked for any evidence of Harry still being here. Unfortunately i saw his Range Rover. I groaned in annoyance and got out of the truck. I opened the front door and as soon as i opened the door i immediately regretted it.
On our couch was none other than Dr. Harry Styles but he was not alone. There was some girl oh his lap grinding on him while they're sucking off faces. "WHAT THE HELL?!" i yell. "I told you hours ago to leave! Why are you still here Harry?" I asked through gritted teeth. "Who is that babe? Did you really get a prostitute? Oooh i know! You wanted us to have a foursome. I didn't think you noticed that our sex life was a bit dull although you could've done better with the girl. The guys hot." That bitch. "WHAT THE-?! IM NOT THE PROSTITUTE AND IM CERTAINLY NOT HAVING A FOURSOME WITH YOU! Harry, leave and take that girl with you!" I yelled looking them straight in the eye. I was breathing so hard right now and my heart was pounding against my chest.
Harry was clearly shocked at my outburst or my colourful choice of words. "I went so easy on you earlier you know? I was so calm. That yelling or even thís yelling, it's nothing. Now i suggest you leave or else." She raised her eyebrow and i completely forgot about Dallas until he spoke. "What happened earlier?" I shook my head. "Nothing. Harry. Leave. Now. I dont want to say that again." i said while walking up to my room. As soon as i got into my room i locked my door and fell onto my bed. I was thinking about how perfect our lives were before Rebecca got killed. She was the sweetest kid. She didn't like it when people called her by her full name. She always preferred Becca or Becs. It was her first year in actual school and she didn't even get to finish it. I was crying until almost 2am. Great. Its my birthday and i already spent 2 hours crying yet they weren't tears of happiness. At last sleep found me.
When i woke up i looked at the clock on my wall. It was 10am. I was already really late for school so i just didn't bother getting up. That was until i heard my dads voice. "Is she still asleep?" "Last time i checked." Dallas said. I stood up and ran into my dads office which was across from my room. I engulfed my dad in a hug. "You're back." I said with relief. My dad chuckled. "Of course. I cant miss my princess's 18th birthday can i?" I smile. "I wouldn't care. Its nothing special. Just the day i was born."
My dad was shocked by my words. "Well of course its a special day. That was the greatest day of my life. I always wanted a baby girl. When i found out we were expecting a baby girl i was so happy." My dad smiled. "Thanks dad."
"Now why dont we go downstairs and you can have cake for breakfast?" I giggle. "Yes please." We were busy walking to the stairs when my dads phone rang. It was Harry. "Are you gonna pick up?" My dad shook his head. "No. Im gonna turn my phone off and today is all about you. What do you say?" I smiled.
"That sounds great." We walked downstairs into the kitchen and my mom was standing at the island in the middle of the kitchen. There was a plain white and black cake with the number 18 written in black on top.
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