Freak like Me (Harry Styles)

When We Met

A/N: Get ready for some freak daddy Harry cuz y'all are getting more than just some missionary shit. Enjoy!

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Los Angeles. Summer.

I've alway enjoyed my summer vacations. By vacation I mean switching between my divorced parents' house. I always have more fun at my dad's house, not that I don't like being around my mom but she's usually too tied up in work so she's hardly around. I have the house to myself and I'll invite some friends over but that's about it. She lives in the suburbs of Los Angeles so there's not much to do unless you have a car, which I don't.

Summer at my dad's house is like an adventure. He lives in a lively neighborhood with people who look like me live. An area populated by Blacks and Latinos. He goes to work and comes home around 5 and then we chill. And when he's not home I'm with a few friends from the block.

The rest of the year I stay with my mom. She wants me to go to a good school which I can say my father's neighborhood does not have.

Starting today is my mom's half of the summer with me which is why we're sitting in the back of this cab on the way to the airport.

"Are you okay?" My mom's voice breaks me free of thought.

"Yeah, just hot." I grumble back.

"We're almost at the airport, It'll be cool inside."

"Cool." I jokingly mock her. She talks so proper. Growing up in a mixed family, she took up more on her white side.

"Little girl, shut up."

My mother and I aren't very close although you can't really tell. We joke around and we definitely love each other but her work is her number 1 priority. I'd say I see my mother for about 3 minutes a day on average. Every day of the year you can think of, she is working, even when she is at home she is working and right when you think she's done working- BAM more work.

She's an architect so when she's gone I can only assume she's on the construction sight or drawing more blueprints. I'm not sure since I don't get the opportunity to talk to her the few minutes I see her.

That's why my mother wanted me to come with her on her next project, her baby as she calls it. She was hired to overlook her first major project, designing a restaurant on an island in Greece. She thinks it'll give us more time together but in reality She'll be working 24/7 and I'll probably be bored out of my mind. It's a small island with nothing to do other than relax and as nice as that sounds I can't do that for a month and a half.

The cab pulls over into the American Airline drop off area, doesn't say shit, pops the trunk, and just sits there looking straight ahead. I can't tell if he's scared or awkward or just weird.

"Thanks." I say before my mother and I exchange a look and get out of the car. I check myself in the reflection of the window to make sure I look presentable. Well 22 hour flight presentable.

"Caroline, come help me."

My mother pulls her luggage out and sets it down with a grunt. I don't know what she expects me to do. She's built like Beyonce with the arms of Michelle Obama. That's a strong woman.

I grab the suitcase handle afraid I'll snap both arms. Before I could pull it, a hand touches my shoulder.

"I got it." I look up and feel my stomach flip.

6 foot something, soft, creamy skin that I can only imagine tastes as sweet as it looks and hazel eyes.

He pulls the suitcase out of the trunk effortlessly and places it behind me before going back for the next suitcase. This time I watch his arms. His light blue button up is tight when he flexes his bicep to pull my suitcase. He puts down the pink suitcase and smiles at me. "Cute."

Oh God this is so fucking embarrassing.

I've never seen a more perfect smile. The whitest, straightest teeth behind pink lips.

My heart jumps into my throat but I swallow it down realizing I might look like a creep.

He breaks eye contact and closes the trunk and shakes my mother's hand. His shoulders are wide. I can see the dip between the blades of his shoulders and I've never been more tempted to touch something in my life.

"Bernice, glad to see you." his gruff voice makes my toes curl.

"Hello Mr. Styles, you as well." My mother takes his hand with the biggest smile on her face.

"Please, Harry is fine."

She gestures towards me and says. "My daughter, Caroline ."

He turns around and smiles, extending his hand out for me to shake. I look down at his hand. Long, thick fingers, a massive palm and prominent knuckles. Strong.

He traps my small hand in his, I've never felt so tiny, like a doll.

"Pleasure. Harry Styles." His eyes are green with swirls of oaky brown, like growing grass, like new life. "Your mother said you'd be joining us. If you need anything don't hesitate to let me know."

I nod unable to look away from his entrancing eyes.

Someone clears their throat, breaking me from the trance. A woman stands behind us with a forced smile and a teenage girl, no older than me beside her. She's tall and curvy with silky brown hair and honey streaks. Her Spanish features are strong, it would be a whole lie to say she's not gorgeous. She's dressed in a tight white button up and a pencil skirt. She look like a real estate agent or a boss or something.

The teenage girl is almost a spitting image of her father parents. Hazel eyes and light brown curls that fall tightly down to her shoulders and tan skin like her mother's.

She is staring into my soul and I can only imagine it's because I was just checking out her father in front of her.

"My family. My wife, Natalia, and my daughter, Nicole. " Harry moves to his daughter and places his hand on her shoulder. I look away and roll my eyes.

If it wasn't for the death glare and slightly sneering lip, his daughter would probably be just as beautiful as her mother. The staring problem for sure makes me want to say something but I could never do that to my mom. She'd lose her job.

"Natalia Styles. My husband has spoken very highly of you Mrs. Miller." Natalia shakes my moms hand.

"Bernice. It's wonderful to finally meet you and your daughter." My mother hasn't been a Mrs in 11 years. "She must be around the same age as mine."

My mother grabs my hand and squeezes lightly. I smile politely.

"Just turned 17 a few months ago." Natalia caresses Nicole's hair. This whole time that girl has not stopped staring me down. On any other occasion I'd tell her to fix her eyes before I do it for her but because she's my mom's boss's daughter I just don't give her the pleasure of my attention.

"Caroline is also 17."

"Perfect, maybe the girls can get together. I'm sure Caroline will need some girl time when you get back."

What does that even imply?

"I'm not 5, mom. I don't need you to set up a playdate with her." Nicole sneers. Damn, it's not my fault her daddy is hot.

"Nicole." Natalia scolds. "I'm sorry. Teenagers right?"

My mom nods her head and fake laughs. Being a teenager doesn't automatically make you a bitch, being a bitch makes you a bitch.

"We've got to get going, our flight leaves soon." Harry interrupts.

"It was a pleasure." Mom waves goodbye and grabs her suitcase case. I grab mine and follow her towards the Airport entrance. Curiosity gets the better of me and I look over my shoulder. I'm not surprised to see Nicole still glaring at me. I  scratch the side of my head with my middle finger. I might not be able to verbally say anything but she knows what I'm saying.

I watch as Harry leans down to give Nicoe a kiss on the forehead then Natalia a peck on the lips.

I turn back around.

His kisses look soft.