hate & wealth

No. 1

   (She is only y/n for this chapter, afterwards it's Vaida)

   Y/n was 16 when her older brother moved into his own flat. It hit her hard. Her brother was her best friend, she told him everything, and now he was moved out and she was the oldest of her and her 4
Little sisters still living with their mum, but she didn't feel she was as close to them as she was to her brother, Louis.

    It wasn't until a month later Louis said something that is still undecided whether he regrets, probably not for how everything is going currently. Y/n had been staying at Louis' house every night since her school was a block down the road and it was easier to stay at Louis' house. They were playing FIFA.

   "Why do you always get to be the Donny's? It's not fair." Y/n leans forward and picks up the Xbox controller.

   "Because I've loved them longer" Louis grabs a chip.

   "I can't just be born 3 years earlier arsehole"

   "Hey sassy watch the profanity—-" Louis playfully hits her arm "—-I shouldn't let you stay tonight now that you've called me an arse"

   "Arsehole" y/n corrects. "Besides your not gonna make me go home"

   "Okay fine, Your right....Hell this practically is your house anyways, might as well move into the guest room" Louis chuckles and elbows his sister. She pauses for a second and pauses the game. Louis gives her a questioning look.

  "wait... could I.. actually.. could I actually move in? Like officially, I mean I am already here all the time like you said and it would be easier so we didn't have to go to the house and it would be easier"

  Louis pauses for a minute, his pointer finger in the air and mouth ajar. "Uh I mean you could I guess, but... mum probably won't let yah, cause your 16, y'know what I mean, but if you can convince her, then I don't see why not."

  "Awesome!... I should be able to convince her"

Long story short. She did convince their mum after a ton of "no's" and asking.

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6 months later. Y/N POV
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  Louis has been at work for 2 hours, and I'm bored out of my fucking mind. He won't let me leave the house unless he's home, not even across the hall to Zayns flat, Louis met Zayn when he first moved into the flat, Zayn has been there for a little over a year. Zayn is pretty chill, he smokes a good bit of fags, well I've never seen him smoke, but I can smell the smoke. It smells like me and Louis' dads house. Louis hates the smell of smoke, which now that I think about it is probably why I'm not aloud over there, smoke attaches to clothes decently quickly.

    I spent the rest of the day counting down the hours until Louis got off work, and at around 13:32 I hear a bunch of running in the hall. "What the hell?" I walk over toward the door, but before I get to it Louis bursts in.

  " Y/N GUESS WHO WAS AT MY WORK" he rushes to shut the door.

   I sigh with a hint of annoyance, "my god lou, you scared the living shit out of me you bitch—" he goes to say sorry but I interrupt him "—it's.. it's  fine.. anyways.. who was at your work?"

   He smiles and his face immediately lights back up "HARRY STYLES" he waves his Arms and puts them on his head. I crinkle my nose and scoff at the name.

   "Harry styles?... as in August Styles' nephew?" I raise my eyebrow. And he nods.

   Ahhh Harry styles.... Quick background.
The Doncaster rovers. best footie Team in existence correct? Well their star Goal Keeper is August Styles II. His nephew is you guessed it, Harry Styles.