Isn't He Lovely (A Harry Styles fanfiction)

chapter one

                                                ISNT HE LOVELY CH. 1

  Kota’s POV:     

I walked off the plane with my Chanel handbag and Vera Bradley suitcase in one hand, and my IPhone in the other. I had on black leggings, an oversized knit sweater, my hair down in loose-messy curls, and my favorite white oxfords.

My head was still buzzing from trying to comprehend the reason why we were in Ireland. I have a half-sister. It would have been great if I would have been told this 17 years ago. But no, so here I am in Dublin.

 I should be in Maine, my home. With my friends shopping. Well, I should stay positive. I was pretty excited to meet her. What did dad say her name was? Julie? Juliet? Oh yeah... Juleah. And I hope she likes me, since she is going to be moving in with me.

Dad and I got our rental car, a yellow porche. We started driving to Juleah’s house in Mullingar.

“Why did you leave her?” I asked Dad.

There was a silence. And then I saw something flash through my father’s eyes. Hate? Sorrow? Regret? He sighed and looked out the other window.

“Well, I had been cheating on her mother with your mother for nine years. I know that’s really immature, but I was young. I thought I loved her mother and your mother, but I didn’t. I only loved your mother.” He replied.

“Why didn’t you take Juleah with you?” I asked.

“If I took Juleah too, then her mother would have nothing left. That would about kill her. She loved Juleah.” He explained.

“So why do you care nine years later?” I asked.

           “I realized that I do miss my little Juleah. She will most likely hate me and not want to speak to me, though.” He replied with a sigh.

            We pulled up to a little townhouse about 25 minutes later. May I add that all Ireland houses look EXCACTLY the same?  Dad got out and knocked on the small red door. A girl opened the door (Assuming it was Juleah) and didn’t seem to have any recognition of my, - (our) father. He talked to Juleah for a few minutes. Then I got out of the car and walked up to the door.

            “Who the hell is she?” Juleah asked in disbelief.

            Dad explained to her who I was.  Juleah was really pretty. She had long blonde hair and big blue eyes. She was short and skinny. Then I noticed two boys sitting on the couch inside. Where had I seen them before? BAM. It hit me like the bus hit Regina George. That was fucking Harry Styles and Niall Horan from ONE DIRECTION. I really didn’t care anymore what they were talking about. All my attention was focused on the fact the THESE beautiful boys were sitting on her couch. But I have to say Harry is just- wow he is gorgeous. Those soft swept curls, those dazzling green eyes, those lips. No words for his beauty.

The next thing I know Niall Horan walks up and holds Juleah’s hand. What is going on? Niall looked angry, and a bit protective. He said that we should probably leave; I was a bit disappointed I didn’t get to meet the boys. But as I looked over from Juleah and dads conversation, I noticed a certain boy eyeing me. I blushed and my whole face was probably beat red! Dad gave Juleah our phone numbers, and Juleah kinda made a hostile remark. I stole on more look at Harry, who was still looking at me! I smiled all goofy, and then just like that, we left to go to our hotel.

We got to Ritz Carlton and checked in. We went to our suite and when we got there I received a text.

            Hey it’s Juleah. Wanna go bowling or something? And do you have a boyfriend? Sorry kinda random!

Well I guess she doesn’t hate me. Why does she want to know if I have a boyfriend? I wish it was because of Harry. Okay desperate much? God I worry about myself sometimes.

Hey Juleah! Sorry about tonight, it’s all a bit confusing. I know you probably don’t want anything to do with dad. I completely understand. And bowling sounds good! Tomorrow night? And nope! I’m free.(:

 I put my phone down and started unpacking in my room. Once I hung all my stuff up, I put my long violet-red hair up in a messy bun, and got my juicy PJs on.

 “Goodnight Dad! Love you!” I called into his room.

“I love you too sweetie! Goodnight!” he replied.

 I turned the lights off and lay in bed. I started ironically humming Gotta be you until I drifted off to sleep.