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3**5 H*** Street

5 January, 2014

Dear Angel,

It has been a long time since we've talked, but I remember how you loved it when I told you stories when you were sick. Even though we're miles apart, I still miss you, sis. I will come meet you but not now. I do know you need me in this crucial time but I have something very important to finish here. But I need you to know that I will always be with you by spirit. SO here goes: a story written especially for you. Hope Larry can warm your heart like 'double shot hot chocolate with whipped cream, caramel and rainbow sprinkles' did.

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C H A P T E R 1 : THE STYLES'

There was lots of sunshine on that Saturday morning, but it still was cold. Harry loved these kinds of days, when he could just wrap himself in a nice, warm blanket and sip warm tea while at the same time admire Poopy (his doggy) running around the yard, digging at the frosty grass with her large white paws.

He absolutely loved his room. It was on the very back of the house so the large one-way window that covered an entire wall faced their garden. He could see dark green vines hanging on the stone wall from anywhere in his room.The towering trees gave flowering plants a nice shade while not entirely shutting out sunlight. It was straight out of a fairy tale; purely magical.

He woke up from bed at exactly 8:54 AM as usual. Not a minute after or before that. Though his father noticed, he never asked for an explanation and Harry never bothered to give one.

Harry, who was twenty-five years of age, lived with his father, Adis and sister, Eiffel. The Styles' were a closely knit family and loved each other more than anything else. Harry had wavy, shoulder-length brown hair and green eyes while his sister had almost-black eyes and long, luscious black hair. Though both were brilliantly good-looking, they had none of the same features. Adis never hid from them the fact that they were both adopted. Standing at 6'3, Adis was a muscular man with broad shoulders; but his kind face and dad jokes balanced it all out.

When they moved to Greentulip five years ago , they seemed to be most unusual in the eyes of their neighbors. Instead of coming to church, they disappeared before dawn every Sunday, but their vintage car was always left in the garage. Every time someone asked them about this mysterious vanishing business, they beat around the bush or changed the topic. So everybody gradually dropped it but Ms. Smith from next door still woke up early in the morning on Sundays, her trustworthy binoculars placed on her owl-like eyes to spot her queer neighbors sneaking out ; but no luck.

The mystery that hung about Harry Styles was like morning mist that enraptured everyone in its vicinity. This did nothing to decrease the popularity he received in his town too. While Eiffel went to Greentulip High, the local school(she was only seventeen), her brother nursed animals. Sure, some people bought pets just so they could could get 'Mr.Harry's help' (but that's not the point).

Greentulip was a small town in Northern Alaska. Sparsely populated, it provided home to only about five or six thousand people on an average. Thick jackets dominated people's wardrobes but it being summer,they did get a little more warmth during this time of year. People in the small town pretty much stuck to their way of life, quite enjoying the monotony and routine. There really was not many adventurous things you could do in Greentulip. People here do NOT like to be interrupted. Leave them to their business and you'll be great.

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Yours lovingly,

Flor

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Cuteness starts from chapter 2

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