Trophy wife -1D not famous
Chapter One
~Emma's P.O.V.~
"Good Morning."
"Good Morning, darling."
"Hello dear. Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, I did, dad."
"Have a seat, we're having breakfast."
"Sorry mum, but I'm not hungry."
"Oh, alright..."
"Can I go to my bedroom?"
"Yes, you can."
"Thanks dad."
I left the "kitchen" and headed to my "bedroom". I love my parents, don't get me wrong, but my life sucks. I can't keep living here. I'll get a job or something. It's going to be hard but I'll try...I don't even know how I ended year 12, since my parents can't afford any type of learning... I started to write on my diary that basically is an old notebook.
Dear diary; -13/05/13-
Today I woke with the feeling of running to the 1st place I'd found and ask for a job, but of course, I can't do it.
I'm so tired of this life...
There's one more thing that keeps "bugging" me: love.
I don't think I will find it soon...and if I do, who wants to be with a poor, ugly, girl like me?
I can't think of anybody who will...
Mum and dad still keep that smile on their faces, but I know that if it was't me they would be better...Mum and I always had a ruff relationship, and I don't know how long we will be able to stand each other...
How would it be if I wasn't here?If the didn't had to care about me? I wish I was never born...
Still, I can't do anything...
I'll write more later.
love
Ems xx
While I was writing I haven't notice but I was crying. So I cried myself to sleep...
~ Emma off~
~Harry on~
I already went through the whole North of London, and still haven't found the right girl... I've seen all types of girls, but never the right one. Blonds, brunettes, red heads, even girls with pink or blue hair! But not even one of them kept my eye... I'm not going to give up, but this is demotivating!
I need to find the perfect girl: younger, fit, pretty and cute.
If she's cute, she's not totally fit.
If she's fit, she's my age!
I'm not looking for a Barbie , but c'mon!! There's got to be one girl in London, that is perfect enough!
[...]
It's been 3 hours, and now I'm heading to the poor side of the South of London.
"Sir, do you want to stop here?"
"Yes, I do."
"Should I stop now?"
"Yes, I'll go to that building. If I need you I'll call, but for now, stay here."
"But sir! You have no bodyguards with you!"
"I won't need it."
"Fine, sir."
"If I find her, I call you."
"Ok, sir."
"Great."
I left the limo and, dear god! This neighbourhood is in a really bad state! But, oh well. I stoped in front of wood door. I knocked and looked to the floor, that seemed old, extremely old.
"May I help you sir?"
I shoot my head up and found a man that must be in his middle forties.
"Yes, you can."
"M-Mr. Styles..."
"Hello, can I go in?"
"Yes, of course."
I look around the house and saw a woman that I suppose to be his wife.
"Hello, Mr.Styles. What brings you here?"
"Have a seat."
"Thanks..."
"Kyle."
"Thanks, Kyle. Well, Mrs..."
"I'm Belle Williams, but, please, just call me Belle."
"Of Course.Well Belle, do you know who I am?"
"Yes, of course we do!"
It would be awkward if they didn't... God, who doesn't know who I am?!
"So, I'm looking for a girl to be my...well my..."
"Trophy wife."
"Exactly.Do you have any daughter?"
"We do."
"But she might be sleeping."
"Still. Do you mind taking me there?"
"I'll take you."
"Thank you, Belle."
She walked me to the door.I've seen so many girls that I hope that this is the one for me...
"Here we are."
I stepped inside the room to find the most beautiful girl ever...Brunette, but such a light brown that was almost a dirty blond. Pink pouty lips and she was totally fit. i couldn't see her eyes. She was sleeping.
"Two questions: How old is she? What colour are her eyes?"
"She's 17 and her eyes are sea blue."
Wow... She's what I was looking for...
"What's her name?"
"Emma Marie Williams."
Now, I just need to convince them to sell her to me.
"Lets go to the living room. I need to talk to you about her destiny."
"Of course."
We left the room and headed back to the living room. I need to text Charles. Like, now.
Charles, come in. I have found her. It's time to discuss the payment if you know what I mean. Harry x
Charles it's like a brother to me. I trust him a lot and ask him for advices, when I need.
"What do you want to talk about Mr.Styles?"
"Your daughter."
I don't think Kyle will take it well, but I'll pay a lot to have her.
"What's the matter?"
"I think- No, I'm sure, that she's my perfect trophy wife."
"Really?"
"Yes, Belle. Really."
"That's amazing!"
"It is, Kyle, but-"
Someone interrupts me, knocking on the front door. It must be Charles.
"It must be my driver, Charles. I'll open the door."
"I'll go Mr.Styles, don't worry."
"1st- I'll go Belle; 2nd- Please, call me Harry."
I open the door and saw Charles there.
"Hello, Harry."
"Come in, Charles."
"Ok."
"So, these are Belle and Kyle Williams, Emma's parents."
"Hello."
"Hi."
"So, me and Charles want to talk about one thing I know you won't take well."
"Go ahed."
"So...erm...I'll pay 2.5 billion pounds for her to be mine. You can still see her anytime you want."
"2.5 BILLION POUNDS?!"
Suddenly we heard something falling in Emma's room and someone saying something.
"I believe you woke her in the worst way possible."
"Ups..."
"Moving on. Harry I don't know..."
"She'll still be your daughter, Kyle. Like if it was a normal relationship."
"Ok, we accept it. Do you agree, Belle?"
"Yes."
"Great!"
"I'll get her up and do her bags."
"Thanks, Belle."
I finally have a girl to call "mine".
"Charles, hand me the checks."
"Here they are."
"Hello, baby boys, by the way, thanks Charles."
"No problem Harry."
"So, Kyle. Full name."
"Kyle Robert Williams and Belle's is Belle Rose Lively Williams."
"Ok. Here it is."
I handed him the check and we staid there talking.
~Harry off~
~ Emma's P.O.V~
"Emma, wake up!!"
" What now mum?"
"Put this on while I'm doing your bags."
Why do I have to put a dress on? Why the bags?
(dress:http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=86063415)
[...]
"Done, mum."
"Great. Head to the living room, I'll take your bag."
"Ok..."
Why is she doing that? I mean. I didn't knew I was moving out...
"Dad? Why is mum doing my bags?"
He turn around and I see to other guys. One that should be my age and other that was older.
"Emma. This is Mr. Styles. Your going to live with him from now on."
"Hello love. I'm Harry Styles."
What?!
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Hello
So, Harry already found Emma...
How will she react?
I´ll try to update more still this week.
Mat xx
"Good Morning."
"Good Morning, darling."
"Hello dear. Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, I did, dad."
"Have a seat, we're having breakfast."
"Sorry mum, but I'm not hungry."
"Oh, alright..."
"Can I go to my bedroom?"
"Yes, you can."
"Thanks dad."
I left the "kitchen" and headed to my "bedroom". I love my parents, don't get me wrong, but my life sucks. I can't keep living here. I'll get a job or something. It's going to be hard but I'll try...I don't even know how I ended year 12, since my parents can't afford any type of learning... I started to write on my diary that basically is an old notebook.
Dear diary; -13/05/13-
Today I woke with the feeling of running to the 1st place I'd found and ask for a job, but of course, I can't do it.
I'm so tired of this life...
There's one more thing that keeps "bugging" me: love.
I don't think I will find it soon...and if I do, who wants to be with a poor, ugly, girl like me?
I can't think of anybody who will...
Mum and dad still keep that smile on their faces, but I know that if it was't me they would be better...Mum and I always had a ruff relationship, and I don't know how long we will be able to stand each other...
How would it be if I wasn't here?If the didn't had to care about me? I wish I was never born...
Still, I can't do anything...
I'll write more later.
love
Ems xx
While I was writing I haven't notice but I was crying. So I cried myself to sleep...
~ Emma off~
~Harry on~
I already went through the whole North of London, and still haven't found the right girl... I've seen all types of girls, but never the right one. Blonds, brunettes, red heads, even girls with pink or blue hair! But not even one of them kept my eye... I'm not going to give up, but this is demotivating!
I need to find the perfect girl: younger, fit, pretty and cute.
If she's cute, she's not totally fit.
If she's fit, she's my age!
I'm not looking for a Barbie , but c'mon!! There's got to be one girl in London, that is perfect enough!
[...]
It's been 3 hours, and now I'm heading to the poor side of the South of London.
"Sir, do you want to stop here?"
"Yes, I do."
"Should I stop now?"
"Yes, I'll go to that building. If I need you I'll call, but for now, stay here."
"But sir! You have no bodyguards with you!"
"I won't need it."
"Fine, sir."
"If I find her, I call you."
"Ok, sir."
"Great."
I left the limo and, dear god! This neighbourhood is in a really bad state! But, oh well. I stoped in front of wood door. I knocked and looked to the floor, that seemed old, extremely old.
"May I help you sir?"
I shoot my head up and found a man that must be in his middle forties.
"Yes, you can."
"M-Mr. Styles..."
"Hello, can I go in?"
"Yes, of course."
I look around the house and saw a woman that I suppose to be his wife.
"Hello, Mr.Styles. What brings you here?"
"Have a seat."
"Thanks..."
"Kyle."
"Thanks, Kyle. Well, Mrs..."
"I'm Belle Williams, but, please, just call me Belle."
"Of Course.Well Belle, do you know who I am?"
"Yes, of course we do!"
It would be awkward if they didn't... God, who doesn't know who I am?!
"So, I'm looking for a girl to be my...well my..."
"Trophy wife."
"Exactly.Do you have any daughter?"
"We do."
"But she might be sleeping."
"Still. Do you mind taking me there?"
"I'll take you."
"Thank you, Belle."
She walked me to the door.I've seen so many girls that I hope that this is the one for me...
"Here we are."
I stepped inside the room to find the most beautiful girl ever...Brunette, but such a light brown that was almost a dirty blond. Pink pouty lips and she was totally fit. i couldn't see her eyes. She was sleeping.
"Two questions: How old is she? What colour are her eyes?"
"She's 17 and her eyes are sea blue."
Wow... She's what I was looking for...
"What's her name?"
"Emma Marie Williams."
Now, I just need to convince them to sell her to me.
"Lets go to the living room. I need to talk to you about her destiny."
"Of course."
We left the room and headed back to the living room. I need to text Charles. Like, now.
Charles, come in. I have found her. It's time to discuss the payment if you know what I mean. Harry x
Charles it's like a brother to me. I trust him a lot and ask him for advices, when I need.
"What do you want to talk about Mr.Styles?"
"Your daughter."
I don't think Kyle will take it well, but I'll pay a lot to have her.
"What's the matter?"
"I think- No, I'm sure, that she's my perfect trophy wife."
"Really?"
"Yes, Belle. Really."
"That's amazing!"
"It is, Kyle, but-"
Someone interrupts me, knocking on the front door. It must be Charles.
"It must be my driver, Charles. I'll open the door."
"I'll go Mr.Styles, don't worry."
"1st- I'll go Belle; 2nd- Please, call me Harry."
I open the door and saw Charles there.
"Hello, Harry."
"Come in, Charles."
"Ok."
"So, these are Belle and Kyle Williams, Emma's parents."
"Hello."
"Hi."
"So, me and Charles want to talk about one thing I know you won't take well."
"Go ahed."
"So...erm...I'll pay 2.5 billion pounds for her to be mine. You can still see her anytime you want."
"2.5 BILLION POUNDS?!"
Suddenly we heard something falling in Emma's room and someone saying something.
"I believe you woke her in the worst way possible."
"Ups..."
"Moving on. Harry I don't know..."
"She'll still be your daughter, Kyle. Like if it was a normal relationship."
"Ok, we accept it. Do you agree, Belle?"
"Yes."
"Great!"
"I'll get her up and do her bags."
"Thanks, Belle."
I finally have a girl to call "mine".
"Charles, hand me the checks."
"Here they are."
"Hello, baby boys, by the way, thanks Charles."
"No problem Harry."
"So, Kyle. Full name."
"Kyle Robert Williams and Belle's is Belle Rose Lively Williams."
"Ok. Here it is."
I handed him the check and we staid there talking.
~Harry off~
~ Emma's P.O.V~
"Emma, wake up!!"
" What now mum?"
"Put this on while I'm doing your bags."
Why do I have to put a dress on? Why the bags?
(dress:http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=86063415)
[...]
"Done, mum."
"Great. Head to the living room, I'll take your bag."
"Ok..."
Why is she doing that? I mean. I didn't knew I was moving out...
"Dad? Why is mum doing my bags?"
He turn around and I see to other guys. One that should be my age and other that was older.
"Emma. This is Mr. Styles. Your going to live with him from now on."
"Hello love. I'm Harry Styles."
What?!
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Hello
So, Harry already found Emma...
How will she react?
I´ll try to update more still this week.
Mat xx
Please update soon i miss this story
10/27/14