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Chapter 3
“The Kings Family Tragedy; Inside the Life of LA’s Most Prestigious Family” I read the title of the article out loud.
“Emily King was reported dead; an insider close to the King family says she died smiling at the beautiful baby girl that had caused such a stir in the family. She will be remembered for her smile, laugh, and work in the modeling business.” Niall sighed, searching through old newspapers. I studied the picture of Stellas mom. She smiled at the camera, holding her belly. She was beautiful, no doubt. I suppose thats where Stella got her striking looks from.
“Look here, Harry.” Niall threw the newspaper at me, as I opened the pages up.
“Stella King, attempted suicide on July 17, 2010. Dean King was not present at the attempt. Paramedics were on the scene immediately after a 911 call was sent to the local police. Employees at The Kings Hotel grew suspicious at the report that Stella had not left her hotel room in two days. Her maid, Solana Belgisk states: ‘Stella wasn't coming out no matter how much I knocked, so I asked the bell boy for the key. She was lying on the ground in the bathroom. Her heartbeat rate was 5 beats per minute.’ It was widely thought that the suicide attempt was provoked by Stellas early battle with depression that went public in 2008. Her father has not released a public statement yet.”
Maybe this was why Stella never talked about her past, or told me much about her. “Shes..shes, okay now, right?” Niall asked, his eyebrows wrinkled together.
“Yeah, I mean, I don't know.” I mumbled, closing the articles.”I have to go talk to her.”
“Wait! Harry!” Niall called out after me. “Don't you think if she wanted you to know about all this, she would've told you.”
Niall had a point, it seemed like every time the subject of family came up, she avoided it. “You're right.” I nodded, agreeing with him. Niall was a goofball, but when he was serious he was damn serious.
“I'll just.. I'll just see if she'll tell me herself.” I nodded, “I mean she has too. She has to tell me.” I repeated, not sure if I was more reassuring myself, or Niall.
“Well go, ya fool!” Niall patted my back as I stumbled off the sofa, throwing on my coat.
--Stella's POV--
One Direction. A huge british boy band (plus one irish) How could I not have known. Harry Styles, huh? I laughed, and sipped my soda, closing my laptop. It had been four hours since i'd seen Harry, and if i'm being completely honest here, I missed him. As if on cue, I heard a light knock on the door.
“Hey, Stella. Its me,Harry.” I recognized the husky british accent almost immediately.
“Come in.” I called out, sliding the empty bottles of scotch under my sofa. Harry didn't seem too fond on my drinking patterns, and I understood.
“Hey.” Harry stormed in. He fidgeted with his hands, flipping his hair to the side.
“You okay?” I asked, it didn't seem like the chill, mellow, Harry that I met last night.
“Urm, yeah” He nodded, plopping down on the sofa next to me. “Yeah, I'm fine.”
“Okay.” I muttered.
‘No, I mean....Stella.” Harry turned his body to face me, his green eyes leveling out on mine, “I need you to be completely honest with me.”
"Okay." I repeated nervously as Harry sighed.
"Why wouldn't you tell me about you're family." Harry stared at me, shocked as I pulled away from his grip.
"How..who told you." I asked, my face heating up.
"I..Niall, but Stella, Please. I just want to know the truth." Harry leaned in closer, his bottom lip trembling.
"My dad hates me, my mom died because of me, and I'm stuck in this goddamn hotel for life, Harry. If thats what you wanted to hear then, there. You've heard." I shouted, throwing my hands up in the air. "I didn't want you to know because I knew you'd look at me like, like that." I pointed at Harry, as his face scrunched up in pity. Ive seen this facial expression my whole life. Just walking down the street, strangers felt ashamed for me, they feel so sorry for the poor girl whose family is not a family at all.
"I shouldn't have asked." Harry grabbed my hand as I stared out the window, calming down. "I still think of you the EXACT same." He whispered gently, massaging my hand with his thumb.
"It's fine." I whispered. "I should have told you, I mean, you don't know how refreshing it is meeting someone who doesn't know every detail about your life."
"I do, actually." Harry's smiled at me, his eyes flickering," If we're being honest here, I have to tell you something."
I chuckled and leaned back into the sofa. "No need, Harry. I already know all about the band and being British."
Harry looked surprised, but laughed it off. "How?"
"You weren't the only one who did research." I laughed, "I wanted to know about the mysterious boy who cooked me breakfast. "
Harry smiled, recalling this mornings surprise.
"I have to tell you one-" Harry sighed, wrapping his arms around my waist. Solana burst through the front doors, carrying a small package.
"Miss Stella! You're father is here! I repeat, you're father is HERE." Solana screeched as I jumped off the sofa, pushing Harry's arms off of my waist.
"What?" I asked again, shocked.
"He has a meeting, but first he wants to talk to you." Solana was out if breath, glaring at the small box. "Put this on and be in the lobby by ten." She smiled one last time at me, and turned to Harry. "Hello handsome." She smirked and winked at Harry as he shyly waved back at her.
"Solana?" I gestured to the door as she nodded, blowing air kisses to Harry.
"She's quite the flirt." Harry laughed as I bent down, and opened the small package that she desperately delivered.
“Emily King was reported dead; an insider close to the King family says she died smiling at the beautiful baby girl that had caused such a stir in the family. She will be remembered for her smile, laugh, and work in the modeling business.” Niall sighed, searching through old newspapers. I studied the picture of Stellas mom. She smiled at the camera, holding her belly. She was beautiful, no doubt. I suppose thats where Stella got her striking looks from.
“Look here, Harry.” Niall threw the newspaper at me, as I opened the pages up.
“Stella King, attempted suicide on July 17, 2010. Dean King was not present at the attempt. Paramedics were on the scene immediately after a 911 call was sent to the local police. Employees at The Kings Hotel grew suspicious at the report that Stella had not left her hotel room in two days. Her maid, Solana Belgisk states: ‘Stella wasn't coming out no matter how much I knocked, so I asked the bell boy for the key. She was lying on the ground in the bathroom. Her heartbeat rate was 5 beats per minute.’ It was widely thought that the suicide attempt was provoked by Stellas early battle with depression that went public in 2008. Her father has not released a public statement yet.”
Maybe this was why Stella never talked about her past, or told me much about her. “Shes..shes, okay now, right?” Niall asked, his eyebrows wrinkled together.
“Yeah, I mean, I don't know.” I mumbled, closing the articles.”I have to go talk to her.”
“Wait! Harry!” Niall called out after me. “Don't you think if she wanted you to know about all this, she would've told you.”
Niall had a point, it seemed like every time the subject of family came up, she avoided it. “You're right.” I nodded, agreeing with him. Niall was a goofball, but when he was serious he was damn serious.
“I'll just.. I'll just see if she'll tell me herself.” I nodded, “I mean she has too. She has to tell me.” I repeated, not sure if I was more reassuring myself, or Niall.
“Well go, ya fool!” Niall patted my back as I stumbled off the sofa, throwing on my coat.
--Stella's POV--
One Direction. A huge british boy band (plus one irish) How could I not have known. Harry Styles, huh? I laughed, and sipped my soda, closing my laptop. It had been four hours since i'd seen Harry, and if i'm being completely honest here, I missed him. As if on cue, I heard a light knock on the door.
“Hey, Stella. Its me,Harry.” I recognized the husky british accent almost immediately.
“Come in.” I called out, sliding the empty bottles of scotch under my sofa. Harry didn't seem too fond on my drinking patterns, and I understood.
“Hey.” Harry stormed in. He fidgeted with his hands, flipping his hair to the side.
“You okay?” I asked, it didn't seem like the chill, mellow, Harry that I met last night.
“Urm, yeah” He nodded, plopping down on the sofa next to me. “Yeah, I'm fine.”
“Okay.” I muttered.
‘No, I mean....Stella.” Harry turned his body to face me, his green eyes leveling out on mine, “I need you to be completely honest with me.”
"Okay." I repeated nervously as Harry sighed.
"Why wouldn't you tell me about you're family." Harry stared at me, shocked as I pulled away from his grip.
"How..who told you." I asked, my face heating up.
"I..Niall, but Stella, Please. I just want to know the truth." Harry leaned in closer, his bottom lip trembling.
"My dad hates me, my mom died because of me, and I'm stuck in this goddamn hotel for life, Harry. If thats what you wanted to hear then, there. You've heard." I shouted, throwing my hands up in the air. "I didn't want you to know because I knew you'd look at me like, like that." I pointed at Harry, as his face scrunched up in pity. Ive seen this facial expression my whole life. Just walking down the street, strangers felt ashamed for me, they feel so sorry for the poor girl whose family is not a family at all.
"I shouldn't have asked." Harry grabbed my hand as I stared out the window, calming down. "I still think of you the EXACT same." He whispered gently, massaging my hand with his thumb.
"It's fine." I whispered. "I should have told you, I mean, you don't know how refreshing it is meeting someone who doesn't know every detail about your life."
"I do, actually." Harry's smiled at me, his eyes flickering," If we're being honest here, I have to tell you something."
I chuckled and leaned back into the sofa. "No need, Harry. I already know all about the band and being British."
Harry looked surprised, but laughed it off. "How?"
"You weren't the only one who did research." I laughed, "I wanted to know about the mysterious boy who cooked me breakfast. "
Harry smiled, recalling this mornings surprise.
"I have to tell you one-" Harry sighed, wrapping his arms around my waist. Solana burst through the front doors, carrying a small package.
"Miss Stella! You're father is here! I repeat, you're father is HERE." Solana screeched as I jumped off the sofa, pushing Harry's arms off of my waist.
"What?" I asked again, shocked.
"He has a meeting, but first he wants to talk to you." Solana was out if breath, glaring at the small box. "Put this on and be in the lobby by ten." She smiled one last time at me, and turned to Harry. "Hello handsome." She smirked and winked at Harry as he shyly waved back at her.
"Solana?" I gestured to the door as she nodded, blowing air kisses to Harry.
"She's quite the flirt." Harry laughed as I bent down, and opened the small package that she desperately delivered.
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