Maid For Styles
Summary
-Prologue
I walked in my house, after another stressful day. School, then I had to see my therapist. My therapist helps with my depression, and anxiety. There's not any specific reason, as to why I am depressed. I just get really sad occasionally, and sometimes I get terrible breakdowns. I hear my moms' voice. She isn't yelling, at my dad like always. She's speaking very calmly.
I walk into the kitchen and I see my mom sitting at the table talking to a woman and man. The woman looks like she's in her late 30's, and the boy looks like he's my age.
"Hey, mom." I say getting a cup of water.
"Rosie, meet the Styles. They're our new neighbors." She smiles.
"Uh, hi. Nice to meet you." I smile while giving a little wave.
"Rosie, baby girl introduce yourself." My mom slightly laughs. Why does this even matter?
"Hi, uh I'm Rosie- or well Rosalie, I go by Rosie. Please call me Rosie. Uh I'm 16, and I really really like music." I think. Wow, there really is nothing cool about me.
"Hi Rosie! I'm Ms. Styles, but you can call me Anne. This is my son, Harry. How funny! You are both 16!" She smiles. I smile, and nod, and the boy-- Harry just frowns.
"Rosie, you're going to be a maid for them."
The boy finally smirks, and faces my mom. A maid? Why would I clean for other people, when I can't even clean my own room?
I walked in my house, after another stressful day. School, then I had to see my therapist. My therapist helps with my depression, and anxiety. There's not any specific reason, as to why I am depressed. I just get really sad occasionally, and sometimes I get terrible breakdowns. I hear my moms' voice. She isn't yelling, at my dad like always. She's speaking very calmly.
I walk into the kitchen and I see my mom sitting at the table talking to a woman and man. The woman looks like she's in her late 30's, and the boy looks like he's my age.
"Hey, mom." I say getting a cup of water.
"Rosie, meet the Styles. They're our new neighbors." She smiles.
"Uh, hi. Nice to meet you." I smile while giving a little wave.
"Rosie, baby girl introduce yourself." My mom slightly laughs. Why does this even matter?
"Hi, uh I'm Rosie- or well Rosalie, I go by Rosie. Please call me Rosie. Uh I'm 16, and I really really like music." I think. Wow, there really is nothing cool about me.
"Hi Rosie! I'm Ms. Styles, but you can call me Anne. This is my son, Harry. How funny! You are both 16!" She smiles. I smile, and nod, and the boy-- Harry just frowns.
"Rosie, you're going to be a maid for them."
The boy finally smirks, and faces my mom. A maid? Why would I clean for other people, when I can't even clean my own room?
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9/23/14