BAD BLOOD! (H.S)

VII. CELEBRATION part 1

Celebration-the action of marking one's pleasure at an important event or occasion by engaging in enjoyable, typically social, activity.

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I wake up to a slight shake of my shoulder. I groan before turning the opposite direction, trying to give whoever is disturbing me the hint that I was not satisfied.

But to no vail, my shoulders were shook again.

"Mr.Styles" a soft voice calls out. Almost like an angel and for a mintue I thought I was sleeping. That is until my shoulder was moved again.

"Mr.Styles" the voice calls again and my eyes shot open as I turn around to sit up, groaning.

"WHAT!" I yell frightening the young girl in front of me. My eyes immediately soften before I close my eyes and spoke.

"I'm sorry, uh can I help you?" I ask confused to how and why she was in my room. The red head backs away before speaking.

"Your father is waiting for you in the dinning room. He would like your company for breakfast" She spoke shyly keeping her attention towards the ground. I almost laugh at her obvious anxiousness around me but I restrain myself.

"Ok thank you.."

"Elana" She speaks.

"Elana. Thank you now can you please leave so I can get dress?" I smirk as her eyes widen realizing that I'm only in my boxers. She quickly nods before disappearing through the doors. I chuckle to myself before checking my phone for the time. In the process of checking I saw that I had a few unread messages. One from Louis saying happy birthday and a wholes bunch of other crap and another from Rob wishing me to have the best birthday and to not forget about him. The rest were just irrelevant people that I barely talk to wishing me the same thing. I answered them still, of course. After finishing everything I check the time and see that it's 5:30 in the morning.

What the fuck?

Who wakes up at 5:30 in the morning let alone eat breakfast at this time.

"Fuck that" I grunt before plopping down on my pillow ready to knock out again. I move around a few times before finding a comfortable spot. With a smile on my face I close my eyes only for them to shot open when there was a knock on my door.

"Mr.Styles, your father said to hurry up or there will be consequences" Elana voice rings through the door and I groan before pushing the covers off me.

He'll never stop.

I get up and take a quick shower before dressing in regular black skinny jeans and a white v-neck.

I make my way down the long spiral of stairs before entering the dinning room seeing my father seated at the head of a pretty long table, newspaper in hand.

"Take a seat son" he says patting the seat next to his. I hold back a scoff as I make my way. Once seated, as on cue different people come out with a massive amount of food. Bacon, sausage, pancakes, waffles, potatoes, etc. it all looks so appetizing and my stomach growls at the sight.

I wipe my hands against my pants before reaching for a plate only for my father to smack my hand, making the plate fall with a small clack sound. I look at him with raised eyebrows. He glares at me with an annoyed expression before speaking.

"Wait for the rest" He says before returning to his newspaper.

The rest? As I sit there confused Liam, Zayn and that instructor from the ring appears through the door. They each take a seat, Liam next to me as Zayn sits across from him. The other guy takes a seat next to Zayn leaving a space  between my father.