Chapter 8

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Songs:

I'm Getting Used To You: Selena

Not A Bad Thing: Justin Timberlake

In Love By Now: Jamie Foxx


A.J.'s POV

The next few weeks, seemed to go by rather quick. I kept up with my normal routine of learning the family business and my writing. I also had a few projects that I had started, most of them were paintings. After a dreaded phone call with my mother, she had convinced me to let my stepfather showcase some of my art, I would honestly have agreed to anything just to end the conversation with her, I think she knew that and often took advantage of it. I knew my stepfather meant well, but there was always a part of me that resented him for being the reason my parents split up so many years ago. I'll admit that my behavior towards him, was somewhat bratty, but he also had a tendency to overstep his bounds, in my opinion. As my little sister, Odette got older, I tried to be more civil towards him, for her sake. She loved her father, and I loved her. I never thought of her as just being my half-sister, to me she was just as much my sibling as my older brother, Robbie.

My stepfather had his own children from his previous marriage, two daughters; Olivia, who was about a year older than me, Nina who was twenty seven and a son, Theodore, who was twenty three. I didn't particularly care for any of them either, Olivia was the only one I could ever tolerate, but it was Theo that I had the most problems with. We would fight like cats and dogs, usually because he would start it and he wouldn't like when I defended myself, I was always the one to get the blame since Olivia and Nina always took their brothers side. I always suspected it was because they were afraid of him, which I didn't understand. Although I wasn't so sure Nina had very good intentions of her own.

That's why I had taken up so many activities, the less time I spent at home, the less I had to deal with those three. The only peace of mind I ever got in that house was when I would be around Odie, she could brighten up my day no matter what mood I was in. She was literally the only thing that I missed from, New York, everything and everyone else I could live without. I didn't even miss my mother.

Just when I thought that I had gotten, Theo out of my life, there he was again, as present as ever. He always found a way to make himself ever so present. I should be focusing on the fact that I was going to see, Harry today. His tour had ended about a week ago. He had spend that time with his family and working, which I was okay with, I had a busy week anyway and I wouldn't have been able to see him. Once his first week in London was over, we weren't able to see each other as frequently, we mostly kept in touch by text, but he made it a point to call at least once a day and video chat at least once a week. Chris teased me constantly about always having a stupid smile plastered on my face, but I honestly didn't care to deny it. I enjoyed being with Harry, even just talking to him over the phone was enough for me. 

I was about to get dressed when the doorbell rang. "Sammy, can you get that, please?" I yelled from my room as I got undressed. Harry was supposed to come over in a few hours to go hang out together, so whoever it was, I hoped they wouldn't be staying long. 

"I can, but I don't want to." She yelled back.

I put my shirt back on and went over to the door. She was serious about not getting it. The house could be on fire and she wouldn't budge if she didn't feel like it.

I unlocked the door before opening it, a very cold burst of November air hitting my bare arms and legs, revealing a green eyed man with a smile from ear to ear, showing off his dimples. "Harry," I mumbled, confused. "Did you cut you hair?"

"Katarina." He smiled more, letting out a small laugh, making his chest vibrate. "I trimmed it a little."

"What are you doing here?" I pulled my eyes from him to check my watch, he was early. "You're not supposed to be here for another three hours." I let my hand dart up to his hair, feeling the new shorter length, which caused him to laugh even more.

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