Family.
A group of people united by the ties of marriage, blood, or adoption. A bond between people who could either be blood related or not.
Sometimes it's best if you don't keep in touch with those who are blood related to you. Because even family...
"Harry Styles." Audrey clears her throat, her blue eyes staring up into mine with an expression I couldn't read clearly. I was almost certain a second ago that she was being nervous but now, she acts the same she always does.
"Fancy seeing you here." I decide to reply simply to her unusual greeting. You'd expect a "Hello" or something.
"H! Hello!" Joey slides into our conversation that has yet to begin, wrapping an arm around Audrey's shoulder. He had a shit-eating grin on his face, one that I'm very fucking familiar with thanks to my own friends.
"Joe." I nod my head once as a greeting, not bothering to show any reaction. I know what he wants, and though I'd love to see Audrey's cheeks turn strawberry red, I'll pass. For now.
"It's Joey." He corrects with an attitude, clicking his tongue, and squeezing Audrey's shoulder for a second. "Been waiting for you and your besties. I'm sure Dee will be more than happy to assist you tonight."
My eyes move from Joey's brown ones to Audrey's who looks embarassed enough without me having to add anything to the conversation.
"I'll be letting the guests in." He's quick to flee from the kitchen, disappearing to the hallway.
The guests? I thought it was just gonna be us. Audrey didn't mention anyone else.
"Who else is comin'?" I shake off my confusion, deciding to just question it instead of waiting for the people to pop up.
Niall will be fucking thrilled to hear that.
"A few of Jaz's friends. It's her birthday after all."
A hum leaves my lips as I stare at the kitchen counter that was filled with different snacks alcoholic beverages and stacks of red plastic cups with a Sharpie next to them.
"Do you want a drink?" Her honey-like voice interrupts my inner thoughts, making me flick my eyes back to hers.
"Never pegged you as a big party person." I comment, turning to the counter to retrieve a plastic cup from the stack, holding it in my hand while looking through the booze selection.
Think I'll just go with beer tonight. I lost my mood to get hammered after having to listen to Liam whine about Wolverhampton losing against Arsenal.
Niall and I had to wait for them in the pouring rain because he wouldn't leave the house until the match was over and he was certain of the results.
Zayn tried his best to drag him out of the house but he can be incredibly stubborn when it comes to football.
My train of thoughts made me look up from my cup that I was filling up with beer to Zayn and Liam chatting with Jaz and Anna, Niall and Emma already missing from the kitchen.
I swear if he's already fucking her after us being here for just 5 minutes, I'll go feral. That's a world record. Somebody call Guinness World Records.
Honestly, I have no opinion on the twins other than what I've heard from others. Haven't talked to them since like the beginning of high school.
I think I made out with Anna once when I was wasted on our friend, Mike's birthday, but it may have been Emma. I'm honestly not sure.
Didn't have much of an effect on me.
I feel the cup slide out from my grip, grasping my attention and I see Audrey's red painted nails on the cup, the other hand of her's holding the Sharpie that she must've retrieved from the table while I was focusing on the guys. She was scribbling something onto the cup, sticking the tip of her tongue out in concentration.
The small action almost brought a smile to my face but I stopped myself.
"You know you're intoxicating my cup with that shit. What if I lick it off while I drink?" I cock a brow towards her.
"Well, I'd hope you won't be licking the sides of the cup like a bloody idiot," she says, seemingly adding the finishing touch to her art piece before continuing "you know you're supposed to place your lips on the rim of the cup? Like this." And with that she lifts my cup up, her nude lips wrapping around the rim and she tilts back the cup just enough to take a sip of my beer.
As soon as she swallows the alcohol, she hands the cup back to me without making any remarks about the bitter taste of my drink.
I narrow my eyes a bit, staring right at her as her lips curl into a small smile that slowly turns into a soft chuckle. Her dimple pops on the right side of her cheeks, crinkles appearing by her eyes as she flashes me a bright smile.
I'm studying her every movement too much.
I can't help it, she looks so...happy.
It's been a while since I've seen her genuine smile, I truly missed it.
Before I could say something, I see Anna grasping Audrey's attention by grabbing her wrist and turning her away from me so I have enough time to look at what she wrote on my cup.
Turning the plastic in my hand so the design is facing me, my eyes read the text.
"Harry (Golden boy)"
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With the hearts and the little sun decorating the signature of my name and given nickname, my thoughts trail off to the past.
Or so it would if the ringing doorbell didn't interrupt them.
"Oi oi!" The thick accent beams through the house as the new guests enter, my eyes finding Zayn's and Liam's who are just as confused as I am.
In a few seconds the brunette, blue-eyed guy walks in with a grin on his face and holding a pack of beers in his tattooed hands.
Louis Tomlinson.
That could only mean one thing.
A taller figure appears behind Louis, stepping next to him and immediately locking eyes with me. The same green eyes stare back into mine, making me clench my jaw.
You can't be fucking serious.
His lips curl into a smirk before he parts them to speak.
"Hello, little brother."
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say hello to louis!! ya really thought i'd leave him out huh
