The Ways Of Parenting! ~sequel to Count down to Mrs. Styles!..

Chapter seven: P.S. I love you...

Being related to Darcy Styles isn't as easy as you may think; neither is being related to Harry Styles. You constantly are thrown into unwanted, or at least in my case unwanted, limelight and forced to smile and wave.

You have to worry about the friends you keep as well, you never really know if they are truly your friends or just want your fame and money.

You especially have to look out for guys, if they can say that they got in the pants of one of THE Harry Styles' daughters then they would be a legend among the boys at our school.

They're pigs in all honesty, well... most of them are... except for this one very, VERY special boy who will remain unnamed until I know that you won't tell my dad and he won't go all, "Dude I may... Uhm... be a pop star... and all... but uhm... I'll still... erh... beat you up... if you know... mess with my daughters...." on him.

Right now I bet you're all like, "Aw come on! I've practically been with you since you were born! Heck I was there before you were even thought of!"

Well, way to sound like my grandparents.

I'm not telling you.

Let's just say, he's the one person that you all know that makes your heart flutter, your stomach feel like it has butterflies, and when he smiles at you... you feel like you could fight off an army of demented whores. Yeah, I went there for you.

"Stephanie Styles?" I looked up from where I had been writing in Japanese Hiragana in my notebook.

"Yes?" I asked.

"Could you come and answer this problem?" I sighed and nodded. School was something that naturally had come easy for me, Math was a different subject.

'Okay so...if it's... Oh wait, I already solved this one in my notes! He helped me with it!' A smile slowly spread across my face and I bit my lip.

"Mrs. Frasier can I go and get my notes from my desk?" I asked shyly.

"Of course, Stephanie but make it quick the bell is about to ring." She said. I nodded and quickly moved to my desk and grabbed my notes, quickly returning to the chalk board and quickly copied it over.

"Is it correct?" I asked, knowing that it was. He was never wrong in math. He had the highest grade in our entire grade in Geometry. His GPA was higher than mine, and it was only because of that. Dumb person who thought it would be smart to create numbers with angles and degrees and dumb stuff like that!

The bell rang, knocking me out of my inner rant about killing the creator of math and all things related to things higher than 2+2=4.

"No homework tonight, I hope to see you all at tonight's football game! Go Rebels!" I flushed. I forgot all about it! His game was tonight! I promised I would go... I checked my watch, just two more hours to go, meaning now it was my favorite time- lunch!

I headed towards my locker and threw all my books in, it was a Friday and we had no homework. That was a first in a long time. Well, at least I had no homework so far. My bloody 7th hour teacher loved to give us homework; every day.

I slammed my locker shut and sighed.

"Some pent-up anger there, huh stuffy?" I fought off a blush. I glared at him playfully.

"Really? You're still calling me that? Just because you need hearing-aids doesn't mean you can still torment me about it." I smirked.

He feigned a hurt look, "My dearest Stephanie! You wound me so! Like a thousand knives stabbing me straight into my heart!" He placed his hand over his heart and I giggled. He gently placed his hand on top of my hair and patted it. I flushed bright red. A memory from my childhood came flooding back.