Abandoned (A Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 5

Chapter Five

Throbbing pain overwhelms my head and my neck, when I wake up I immediately start massaging my sore limbs and moaning in aggravation. Why did you drink so much last night Scarlet?

The room, spinning at such a speedy intensity, has me gripping my stomach in nausea. The pounding of my head coinciding with the beat of my heart while my eyes roll sillily is sickening me with every awakening moment. Perspiration forming on several body parts of mine, with this stuffy house, wasn't mixing very well with my corpse.

When I trudge myself out of my room, hands blocking sound from amplifying my pain, I direct myself to the kitchen and serve myself some frozen peas.

At such an angrily noisy tone I retaliate my anger back at the dark boy who screams, "Hungover much?" right into my ear as he places a fork in the sink, the metal of the sink and the silverware rattling against each other really pleases my hangover. (note the sarcasm) I growl at Mickey, sneering at him while jamming the frozen peas against my head.

Brandon laughs and I roll my eyes at the both of them, "I'm disappointed in you Scarlet, you shouldn't be drinking at such an age," he can't even keep a straight face while his smirk threatens to creep up several times. Despite the fact that he wanted to be a protective brother, he jokes around to make it seem like he's not a hardass. I could tell that he could be, but only in the presence of specific people.

"Suck an egg," I demand through gritted teeth. Lollygagging my way back to my room where no noise can disturb me, a mind shattering, screaming sound enters through our front door, my migraine burning to such an insane extent that I feel the need to vomit right there. Luckily, with the lack of food I've been having, only the remains of the alcoholic beverages leaves my body. Five boys viewing from our doorway, two from our kitchen, and one missing. Hopefully it's Harry, but the sound of him clearing his throat is unmistakable while the boys just gawk at me.

"I'll clean it up later," I say with a humorous sarcastic tone, yet mean it so seriously because I desire more than anything to sleep so I can cure my headache and exhaustion.

*****

Tonight I am meeting Brandon's "love interest" along with several other "female accompanies" from around town, which means my appearance and attitude would have to be top notch. With casual short shorts and a somewhat formal shirt, I pin my hair back into a soft yet preppy pony tail and throw on some high top converse. I finally had the house to just Brandon and myself while the other boys prepare for tonight's festivities. The boys slowly one by one left the house with some excuse, buying alcohol, picking up girls, obtaining drugs and food, and gathering a crowd of people to go tonight.

When Brandon and I have time alone, we learn small blurbs of information about each other. We make the most of the time considering we don't get a whole lot of one on one time. He tells me about his love life and funny stories about his past few years in this town. Drunken mistakes and funny memories including the boys are always a delight. I inform him of my old foster siblings and the crazy people that I had to deal with throughout the almost 1/2 decade we were away from each other.

Neither of us got too in depth about anything too personal though. Brandon seems to be the type of brother you could tell everything too, but I'm not extremely open to someone I've just met and I'm not really the type of sister who runs and blabs to her brother about everyone, anyone, and everything.

"Monique is probably the whitest girl I've ever met," he concludes one of his stories. I practically spaced out the whole time letting my mind wander, "But...I still love her anyway!" he laughs.