Stacy's P.O.V
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A week after moving back to London, and it's been great. My store is opening soon. In a little over a month, Topshop takes London. At least that's what the papers say.
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Right now the kids and I are having breakfast before we leave so I could take them to school before I go to work. I laughed as Niam put an orange peel in his mouth and smiled. Too cute. I winked at him, finishing off my waffles before getting up and putting our dishes in the sink.
"School time loves, let's go." I called to them, heading out the front door. Very excited, the twins ran over to me, I turned to lock the door of my flat, smiling as Autmn told Niam a very bad joke. "Stacy?" gasped an all too familar husky voice.
Shivers went down my spine as I heard him speak. I forgot just how deep his voice was.
I turned on my heel, plastering a smile on my face. "Hey Harry. What are you doing here?" I asked.
His dimpled smile was apparent on his face, his green his lit up. "I-I live here. We all live in a flat on this floor." he said. There was an awkward silence before he gave in and hugged me tightly. I breathed in his comfortable scent, smiling to myself as I burried my head in the crook of his neck. "We've missed you." he whispered.
I sniffled. "I missed you too." I whispered back.
There was a tug at my shirt, and I looked down to my side, seeing Autmn was the one to do it. A smile evident on her face as she recognized Harry Styles from famous boy band, One Direction. Niam took my hand in his, clenching his jaw and standing in a defensive stance infront of me.
"Who are you and how do you know my mommy?" he demanded. Autmn rolled her eyes at her brother. "He's Harry Styles." she whinned.
"Yeah, Im Harry Styles." Harry stated proudly, with a hint of amusement in his eyes.
"So il tuo nome, non sono stupido. (I know your name, Im not stupid)" Niam rolled his eyes.
Autmn glared at him. "Non si può parlare con lui in quel modo. Lui è Harry Styles! (You cant speak to Harry Styles that way. He's Harry Styles!)" she yelled.
"GUYS!" I laughed/ screamed. "We're in England now, we speak English." I said.
They nodded, muttering sorry.
"Kids?" Harry asked. Oh yeah. He's still here. "Italian Kids?"
I avoided his eye contact. Maybe he wont put it together. I mean, this is Harry we're talking about. He isnt exactly the sharpest tool in the shed.
He was about to say something when a pair of very pretty manicured hands wrapped around his body from behind. "Haz, what took you so long?" she whispered. Harry blushed, pulling away from the girl and bringing her into view.
Let me just say, this bitch is stunning.
"Just catching up with an old friend." Harry stuttered. She looked me up and down, analyzing me before smiling and showing off her very prominent dimples. "Hi. Im Randi." she stook her hand out for me to shake. "Im Stacy."I replied, shaking her hand.
"Oh." she paused, looking to Harry. Yeah...
She then looked like sudden realization hit her, and she lit up. I couldnt hep but think she looks incrediably familiar. "Ohh my God. You're Stacy Keeler. Or I guess, Tribbiani." she squealed. "I cant believe Im meeting you. Im the new face for your store. Topshop." It clicked.
