Leather And Lace

2

"You're late for school. Again." Tommy's voice interrupts the silence of my dark room. The only light brightening was coming through the door that he held open while he leaned against the frame.

"Fuck off." I groan lowly, my eyes barely squinting open. I was wide awake until 3 am, as per usual.

And before you assume something as low of me as playing video games on my computer until dawn, you're absolutely fucking wrong.

Don't get me wrong, I do play Fifa sometimes with the lads but never when I'm alone. I'm not that guy.

"I'll be in the car. You've got five minutes." He says, leaving the door wide open before he walks away just to piss me off even more.

Five minutes is a lifetime for me. In five minutes I could do many things.

I peeled myself off my bed, scratching the back of my head as I yawned, walking to the bathroom that was across my room.

After having a wee and brushing my teeth, I washed my face and fixed my messy curls so it would look more put together.

I grabbed a clean pair of black ripped jeans, putting on one of my old band t-shirts and a hoodie over it. I picked up my school bag on my way to the door, slipping my Vans shoes and my coat on, and just in three minutes, I was already in the car.

"I've got two minutes left of the five." I say cockily, buckling myself in.

"Two extra minutes for me with Maddie." Tommy's lips tug into a sneaky grin as he backs out of our garage.

Mum and Rob bought us a car once Tommy got his license so we could drive where ever we wanted to. It's my car as well, I just haven't gotten my license yet.

So he uses it to take me to school and to fuck his chick in the backseat.

I gotta get it deep cleaned once I get my license.

Once he dropped me off at school, he drove off to go to his school and I made my way towards the back of the school, near the garbage cans where I could already hear my very loud friend laughing.

I could recognize his laugh from miles away.

"I'm telling ya, Payno, she was into it!" His Irish accent beams through the chatter as I arrive at the bench where we usually sit, looking at my friends.

The blonde, loud Irish guy is Niall. He's a fake blonde, has been dying his hair since he was a kid. He still acts like one anyway. His family moved to London when his dad got a better-paid job here and we became friends on the first day basically.

"You're a moron, Nialler." The brunette with hazel eyes responds to the rather interesting story I'm sure Niall just shared with the two of them.

He's Liam, otherwise known as Payno which is basically how everyone calls him around the school. He was born in Wolverhampton but just like the rest of us, his family moved closer to London for better job opportunities.

I myself wasn't born in London either. Tommy and I grew up in Manchester where our grandparents live still to this day. It's where mum lived all her life up until I was 7 and Tommy was 9. That's when we moved here and mum soon found Rob and they got married.

"What's up, Haz?" The dark-haired guy cocks his head towards me, drawing all their attention to me.

Last but not least, the guy who I said bought my cigs for me, Zayn. He's British Pakistani on his dad's side, moved here from Bradford which explains his thicker accent.

And that would be a quick round up on the gang. The four musketeers if you will.

We're the trouble makers of the school, maybe even topping my brother and his friends when he used to go to this school.

"S'fucking early." I speak up for the first time since I've arrived, keeping my hands in my coat's pockets while I give my friends a once over. All three of them are a year older than me, meaning they've already turned eighteen. Zayn and Liam already got some tattoos as well but nothing too crazy. Their mums would kill them if they went home covered in ink.

"I'm surprised you're here. We've still got 10 minutes until class." Liam comments on my latter statement, placing a cigarette between his lips and asking for Zayn's lighter to which he tosses it over to him.

"Tommy was being a prick and hurried me."

Niall chuckles, flicking off the ash from his cigarette that's almost gone.

"Is he still fucking that chick?" Liam asks while lighting the end of the cig and inhaling the smoke.

"Mhm." I hum as an answer, not bothering to put more thought into it. I don't really feel like throwing up this morning so I rather not imagine what Tommy does in the backseat of our car.

"You not gonna smoke?" Zayn asks, taking the cig that was resting behind his ear and placing it between his lips.

"Mum found mine. She crushed them." I admit.

"Shit. Are you grounded again?" Niall's worried blue eyes find mine while Zayn retrieves a new cigarette from his carton, tossing it over. I caught it between my hands luckily and wasted no time to place it between my lips.

"Surprisingly no. She thought it was Tommy who got them for me and she was angrier with him." I ask for the lighter from Liam and once he handed it to me I lit the end of the carcinogenic drug, taking a long drag from it. The smoke burned through my lungs as I kept it in for a bit longer than usual then exhaled it into the air by tilting my head back.

"You got lucky, mate." Liam adds simply.

The day went by excruciatingly slow.

First lesson I had a test I didn't study for, yet somehow managed to pass. I never study to be honest. I just pretend to be sitting with the book open and not read a word it says.

The classes were boring after that, just the same old, studying about useless shit I know I won't ever need in my life.

Right after our last class ended I grabbed my backpack, throwing it over one shoulder lazily, and walked out of the school building.

I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, I just wanted to get home and catch up on sleeping if I could. Or just lay in bed and do nothing. Maybe play the guitar a bit.

So I pulled my hood up, keeping my head down, staring at my dirty shoes as I strolled towards the parking lot where Tommy was supposed to pick me up.

"Styles." I hear my name being called, making me slow down and eventually come to a halt.

I peeled my eyes off the ground, looking up at the small figure that was standing a few feet from me, getting closer and closer with every step they took before they stopped in front of me.

Blue eyes, pink lips, dirty blonde hair.

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