(a/n : the dates are not accurate but they plot the story out so shhh)
today, november 16th, was kat's fathers weekly football watch. this was an occasion in which her fathers friends would enter her house at 8:00pm, get drunk, shout at the television, eat something her mother had made generously, and then sleep all around the house like a group of tramps.
kat would stay in her room, avoiding any contact with her fathers friends or anyone else who were to not enter her room. she didn't know any of the guests who would cause chaos every week, she could just about recognise their voices and names, but that was all.
as dinner came to a close at 6:24pm, kat grabbed all the plates and cutlery, then washed it all within the small sink found in her kitchen. she would continuously wash her hands after washing the dishes, it made her feel sick having to touch left-over sauce or small pieces of food that had been left for her to scrape away.
after scrubbing at her hands for a while, they had turned red and a little stingy, although she ignored the slight pain and walked to her room, the wooden stairs would creak at her every step or movement. as she approached her room, an arm wedged out from a gap in the stair banisters and pulled her leg back, causing her to fall flat on her face. scurrying was heard from the stairs and a few chuckles followed, her 17-year-old brother, aaron (mhmm taylor-johnson bitches) appeared from the edge of the stairs and stood behind her.
he walked slowly to the front of her body and crouched down, looking at kat like he was amused by her discomfort, which he was.
"aw little kitty kat, shouldn't have taken my call of du-" his sentence was cut off as her fist hit his crotch, causing a quiet scream to escape his mouth, followed by multiple grunts and squirms.
"you p enisbreath! why the f uck would you do that!" her shouted with squinted eyes and his body curled up on the hard wooden floor.
"p enisbreath, good one. and because you tripped me up dumbass, maybe i should do it again because of your s hitty comebacks."
he quickly shook his head and struggled to stand, kat took this as an invitation to walk into her room with no interruptions. as she locked her door, she slipped off her school shoes and then walked over to her bed. she grabbed her phone from her blazer pocket then placed that on the end of her bed. her feet guided her to an ensuite bathroom which was attached to her bedroom, she turned on the shower, as well as her music, and then stripped herself of her school uniform.
at 7:19pm she stepped out of the shower and wrapped her body in a fluffy towel. she mostly dried her short blonde hair and body, so put on her white, lace bra and matching panties, then exited the bathroom in search of her pyjamas, they were nowhere to be seen so she decided to go steal one of aaron's shirts.
"what the f uck are you doing and why are you j-"
"shut up." she said bluntly as she grabbed his old marvel (huehue) shirt which she threw over her small body, it ended just above her mid-thigh and was really soft, meaning she resumed to walk out of her brothers room and shout a quick 'thank you' to him.
her music was still blaring through her speakers as she danced simply, putting on her maroon knee socks and gathering all her supplies for the night. she placed her laptop and chargers next to her on the left, her food and drinks on the right, her art supplies in front, and any other random stuff surrounding her other piles. just as she managed to get comfortable with her pillow positioning, aaron opened her door and started talking, although her music was drowning him out so she didn't even notice he had walked in.
a small hit to the top of her head knocked her out of her little bubble and made her turn off her music.
"what do you want, llama faeces." she stated angrily.
"dad says come downstairs, ass wipe." he said, in an annoyed manner, back.
she passed her brother and pushed his arm in the process, walking down the staircase frustratedly. her expectations were for her dad to tell her to take the bins out or something within that manner, however she was abruptly startled when she walked into the living room in her most inappropriate of outfits to see her fathers friend, mr styles, sitting comfortably on the sofa with beer in his hands.
"um, did you want something?" she said awkwardly to her father, standing in the doorway with her hands slightly covering her exposed thighs. the man with his long-curly hair gazed in her direction as kat and her father conversed.
"i just wanted to tell you to turn your music down, please." he notified her.
"sure, but um, i thought the game started at 8:20?" she stated shyly, as she looked to see the same man eyeing her up once more.
"it is, but mr styles came over early because he wanted to discuss a few adult things."
"oh, okay, i"ll be going then, nice to meet you mr styles." she smiled politely at the stranger.
"hey, nice style kid, and please call me harry." the gentlemen announced and smiled at the young girl. her cheeks began to flush as she said a quiet thanks along with a small nod and started walking up the stairs once again.
"what was that about? did dad get angry? does ha-"
"shut up."
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first chapter finished whooo :)
sorry for spelling mistakes or anything but i wrote this at 1am and i got lazy so...
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