What Stays In Vegas
Prologue
***Lara****
"Give me back Steven Harold!"
"Say the magic word?"
"PLEASE give me back Steven he is just a poor little dog don't bring him into this."
"What's so magical about the word please? It's so stereotypical."
"Thats a big word for you Styles. I'm proud."
"Why thank you Lala!" He smiles with the grin only he can do. I cringe trying to hold back the anger. Lala? He just knows how to piss me off.
"May I please have my dog back?"
"Errrr. Chose one thing and I'll give you back your Steven Jr. 1.Kiss me 2. Give me a hug 3. Tell me you love me." He smirks at his seemingly foolproof ultimatum.
I kick him in the balls. Sure it's childish and stupid, but so is he.
"I don't know which to chose Hazz!" I begin teasingly. "Help me chose they all sound equally pleasant!" He lays on the ground in pain. I roll him over with my foot and laugh.
"Au revoir Harold!" I wave and curtsy. I grab Steven and walk back inside to my foster parents house. Living across the street from Harold Edward Styles is a royal pain. It's a Hazzard. Ironically, I call him Hazzard. Of all the kids living in the same house as me, he chooses to give me a hard time.
I'm changing families soon some big shot CEO wants a bigger family. I'm actually getting adopted for once. Im leaving Cheshire and moving to London with my "stunning" family. I haven't even been in this family for four years. Grew up in an orphanage until I was 11, lived here for about three and a half, living with the stars until I'm "of age".
I meet them for the first time tomorrow. Previously, I have just exchanged letter ad pictures with them. Nothing is perfect in my life. They seem perfect but I know somehow I will be disappointed.
He still rolls on the ground in pain. I bend down and whisper,"Goodbye Hazz," and give him a quick peck on the forehead. He blushes then gets up in confusion. I smile and walk into the house.
I haven't told him that I'm leaving tomorrow. I hate him with every fiber of my being but sometimes I wish we could have a redo.
Today is my last day in Holmes Chapel. I move to a better life tomorrow with my one suitcase barely filled with my minimal possessions. Its supposed to be better but secretly, I'm dreading it.
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