« Emma » My mother was yelling my name from downstairs, she was becoming very impatient and stressed out as and when the time went by.

From my room at the first floor, I was able to imagine her, pacing up and down with her high heels and sharp black dress, looking very done up, from the hallway to the stairs. Staring at the top of the stairs to see if I was finally on my way, checking on her expensive watch.

« I'm almost ready mum, give me a minute » I yelled back, rolling my eyes as I was finishing to curl my hair.

She was pressuring me, us, too much.

She was making such a big deal of tonight event.

To make her happy, I did my best to look as girly as I could. Usually I liked to wear comfy clothes, but since we were invited at the Styles' house tonight, I had to make an exception and get all dressed-up.

Adjusting my make-up and hair for the last time, I took a last look in the mirror against the wall, at my outfit, studying myself from head to toe. I was wearing a white sharp dress fitting my curves perfectly, showing some cleavage but not too much to not look vulgar. My hair was styled in a wavy way that I loved, styling my long black straight hair with waves was my favorite hairstyle, it just helped me to look sophisticated with not that much. I also had a manicure to please her, so it was obvious that I'd made a huge effort.

But I felt like it wasn't good enough, so I added a gold necklace, to cheer my face up. It was one that my father offered me when I was younger, and it was fitting perfectly with my discrete gold earrings.

When I was finally done up, and definitely in time, I could hear my mother sighing of relief when she heard that I closed my bedroom door.

Walking down the stairs carefully, as I was wearing 8 centimeters beige high heels, that I wasn't used to, she was scrutinizing me from head to toe. "Coming" I warned her, hearing the noise of her heels on the wooden floor.

"Emma, honey, you look, fabulous" she exclaimed, with a very large grin on her face. She was obviously very happy that I'd made an effort. Worst, I thought she was kind of proud of me, looking that feminine. She was always telling me to make more effort on my everyday fashion look, that I looked to casual, but it simply wasn't my thing. So when I do what she asks, she's happy.

"Thanks mum" I answered to her compliment and kissed her cheek briefly, avoiding to ruin the gloss on my lips, as she patted my lower back.

My mother and I looked like the same. We look alike, if there wasn't the age difference, we could be doppelganger. Well, except the style. It wasn't rare that people thought she was my big sister, and she enjoyed it.

We're both tall, with long black straight hair, dark eyes, tan skin...

There wasn't a father on the picture, he had run away and left us few years ago. He forgot to say goodbye, but didn't forget to take the savings with him. We hadn't heard from him since he took off, and it was probably better that way.

Taking my sparkling sequins clutch under my arm, we both made our way to the door, before turning off the light and closing the front door of our house.

"Aren't you excited to see Harry again?" My mother asked, raising an eyebrow as she was focused on the road staring at the windshield. She had obviously noticed my lack of enthusiasm for this party, which was bothering her. She couldn't understand why I was so reluctant and distant of all of this.

"I told you this so many times, he's not the same as when we were kids" I answered her right away, sighing of deception, as I looked at the window, to try to find an escape at the discussion, and keep my shit all together.

Every time Harry is in town, she puts it on the table. And it was very frustrating.

"I disagree; I don't think he has changed at all" my mother assured, with a firm and strict tone like she was defending him of the biggest offence. Of course, she had always been a big fan of him, even when he wasn't an international popstar. To her, he was the nice kid, living across the streets, singing beautifully and hard worker. He had been able to follow his dreams, and made the best of it. She had always expected me ending with him. It seemed things had turned in a different way and she wasn't satisfied that she couldn't control this.

"That's because you want me to date him again" I laughed at how evident she was on the Harry subject.

"Besides, I'm with Ben" I stated, looking at her reaction. A rictus appeared on her face, and it made me smile inside. She didn't like Ben, to her, he wasn't enough, he wasn't Harry.

Ben was in the Air Force so he was out of town very often. I'd never known when he'd be home, or leave for a mission abroad. Staying in touch with him was also very complicated, as he was working on war zones. But I got used to it, and we had learned to make the time spent together count. Moreover, I didn't like that my mother kept comparing him with Harry. He also had followed his passion, he loved planes, and he was doing a great job.

Anyway, my mother didn't appreciate that I was dating Ben, according to her it was a lack of time for me to be with him. She kept neglecting the fact that he was making me happy, and he was actually a very good guy. But, he wasn't Harry.

My mother had always expected that I'd be a better version of her, more beautiful, clever, more successful in any ways. And it was tiring, to compensate what she didn't do.

A lot of her assumptions fell through when my dad left, was an understatement. As he left with all the savings we had left, life had been complicated.

"Here we are" Mother said, while pulling her car in the Styles' driveway.

The drive lasted almost half an hour. Harry's family and mine used to be close neighbors, when we were seeing each other pretty often, we just had to cross the street. But when Harry earned a lot of money he had bought them this incredible, and ridiculously huge house, in a very wealthy neighborhood, far from ours.

It was impressing me, every time I came here, how this place looked like. It was way more a mansion than a house. Harry had been very generous with his family and it was one of the things that I liked the most from him. He had took a very good care of them.

The driveway was full of cars, and for most of them, expensive and luxurious models.

"Are you ready?" my mother asked, as we were stepping in front of their house, hearing that a lot of people had arrived yet, from the door.

I couldn't hide that I was stressed out to see Harry again, even if she didn't know exactly why.

"Sure" I answer, as I looked up the huge white wood door, in front of me, before pressing the doorbell button with my forefinger.

Taking a breath, to calm myself from all the agitation that would happen once inside, the door cracked open.

First chapter, how exciting!! I truly hope that you're gonna like it, i'll probably update on Saturday. Please, vote and comment to let me know what you think :)

The picture of Harry is just breathtaking!

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