Living with Styles

one

"Since you're under age," the judge says. "You're going to need a legal guardian. We've spoken to your grandparents, but they say they aren't well enough to take you in. So, it has come to my attention that you have an older brother. Is that correct Ms. Isabella?"

My brother. I don't really remember him, but I know that he left right after dad died. That's when mom started to get depressed.

When he's brought up, the only thing I get is a negative connotation. No happy memories, or anything. I despise my 'brother.' If even deserves that title.

"Ms. Isabella?" The judge snaps me out of the thoughts. "Is this correct?"

I wish it wasn't correct, but it is. And I can't really lie to a judge. So, I distort the truth.

"Yes, that's correct. But I've never met him." I say.

"Well, now you're going to get the chance. By law, Harold Edward Styles is now you're legal guardian." He slams his gavel.

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Ok, so this is my first fanfic and I know it's not the best, but I'll make it better, don't worry. There will be different POVs and such later on. And all the mom stuff and why she's in court will be explained in later chapters. Thank you for
reading :) -Anna xo