Beauty And The Beast-Harry Styles-Punk fanfiction

Chapter two

The engine of the my Dad's red car, slowly died down. Allowing the sound of the birds to erupt out ears, as he parked into the driveway. Once the car had come to stop. I undone my seat belt and hopped out of the old car. My dad had, had it for years, nearly ten now. It always needed repairing, but he loved it way to much to let it go. Always saying it was 'fine'.

As soon as I stepped out of the car, I squinted my eyes. The bright orange sun's beams were warm. Sending a unique feeling through my veins. I shut the door behind me, hearing the old motor rattle, showing that it was old. I rolled my eyes, turning to my Dad who was getting my suitcases out of the boot, struggling.

When we had gotten out of the airport, dad was finding it hard to squeeze them in to the miniature boot. In the end, he had wedged them inside, not thinking about how he was going to get them out. A deep sigh escaped my lips as I watch him, amused expression drawn upon my face; as he hit his head on the top of the boot. He mumbled a couple of cuss words before turning to me. His face was flushed, green eyes watery from the frustration of attempting to tame the suitcases.

"Would you like me to get Stan?", I asked, remembering that my younger brother had been trained for boxing. He didn't reply for a while, before nodding slowly, ashamed of himself. I giggled, making my way up to the small house. Once facing the door, I pulled the handle down, stepping inside. The place felt empty and bright. My converse slowly padded along the mahogany floor boards, making my way into the kitchen.

The smell of warm summers air, entered my nose. Seeing that the double doors to the back garden were wide open, creating the summer atmosphere. A small smile crumbled upon my face as I walked back out into the hallway. Narrowing my eyes up the stairs, wondering if Stan was up in his room. The beige carpet stairs seemed clean and fluffy, showing that my Mum had cleaned the house before rushing to work this morning.

I shook my head, parting my lips. "STAN!", I shouted, waiting for a couple of seconds, getting no reply. With a roll of my eyes, I began to make my way up the stairs, cautious about getting dirt on the carpet. Gripping onto the wooden railings, I finally got to the landing, spotting Stan's room. The faint hum of music perked through my ears as I neared his room. There was a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach, excited to see him, for the first time since a year.

Opening the door, his head shot round to me. A huge smile replacing his bland one. My lips curved up as I walked closer towards him. "So, do I get a hug?", I questioned, arms open wide. He smirked, scooting from his bed and pulling me into his arms. I buried my head into his shoulder as we stayed like that for a while. That was until the loud cuss words left my dad's lips from outside.

"Oh yeah, Dad wants help getting my suitcases out of his 'baby'", I quoted, causing him to chuckle. He turned the music off, before following me out of the room. "So, how's boxing going?", I asked him, peering behind my shoulder to face him. "It's alright, I get trained five days a week for three hours, but I have the weekends off", He told me. I nodded, showing that I was listening.

"So do you have it today?", I asked, as it was Friday, he nodded. "Yeah, at four", He told me. "Awh my wittle brother all grown up", I teased, he swatted my hands away as I attempted to squeeze his cheeks. Once his shoes were on, he made his way outside, finding my Dad still pulling at the suitcases. Once my dad realised Stan was here to help him, he calmed down, sighing in relief.

I sat on the brick wall; that lined the outside of our front garden. The bricks were warm on my uncovered legs, as I watched the two males of my family, struggle to get my suitcases out. "You know Dad, why not just get a new car?", I asked, raising my eyebrow at the junk he called a 'car'. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath, before opening his mouth to speak.