Destroyed (ON HOLD!)

Chapter 1: The Wrong Kind of Surprise Party

-Genevieve’s POV-

I awoke to a splitting headache. I groaned and grabbed the bottle of Ibuprofen off my bedside table. Yes, this was a normal thing for me. While swallowing two pills, I sat up in my bed. It was 10 am on a bright sunny Saturday and I hated it. Just as I was pulling my duvet over my head, my phone buzzed. I winced at the loud sound but reached down, snagging my phone off the floor. I smiled at the phone screen when I saw who it was. My best friend, Brelle. I pressed ‘Answer’ but regretted it after I heard the rage-y beast from Hell sigh loudly. “GENEVIEVE NORA COLEMAN YOU HAD ME WORRIED SICK I SENT YOU, LIKE, 8 TRILLION TEXTS AND YOU HAVEN’T ANSWERED ONE! ARE YOU DEAF?! ARE YOU SENILE?! I WAS ABOUT TO CALL THE FREAKING POL-“I cut her off then “Brelle calm your tits I’m fine I was just sleeping in. Is it that illegal to sleep in on a Saturday morning?” she sighed in an agitated way “In my mind it is because you’re supposed to help me finish shopping for my birthday party tonight! AND YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE HERE AT 8:30!” I gasped. “Ohshitohshitohshit! I’ll be there in a few Brelle! HAPPYBIRTHDAYBYE!” I hung up and jumped out of bed. 

 After nearly falling over while putting on my high-waisted skinny jeans, I pulled on a crop tee and raced to the bathroom. “Ok, hair brushed!” I cried as I finished combing my black locks. “Mascara and eyeliner applied!” I snapped while dragging a mascara wand on my thick lashes that framed my blue eyes. I brushed my teeth quickly and fell down my stairs while trying to hurry down them.

            “VEE SHUT UP! MY HEAD IS FUCKIN’ KILLING ME AND YOUR THRASHING AROUND THE DAMN HOUSE ISN’T HELPING A BIT!” A gruff voice sounded from the couch. My jaw clenched. It was my obviously hung over Dad. Ever since Mum died, he became a raging alcoholic and it was a normal thing to find him lying somewhere around the house either drunk out of his mind or with a massive hangover.

            “Maybe if you’d stop drinking your life away my “thrashing around” WOULDN’T BOTHER YOU SO DAMN MUCH!” I snapped slamming the door. I heard him moan and yell “STUPID BITCH!” I frowned and shook my head. Mom why did you have to go? I got into my Mini Cooper and made my way to Brelle’s house.

About 20 minutes later, I pulled into her long winding driveway. Brelle was a rich girl. Like a rich, rich girl. But you would never be able to tell thanks to her heart of pure gold. Stumbling as I jumped out of my car, I made my way up the giant brick stairs that led to her giant three story house. I pressed the doorbell rapidly until Brelle appeared. She made a face “Hey Vee! Lemme grab my purse and we can go!” she smiled and she raced upstairs. Brelle was what you would call model material. With her long red hair, creamy complexion, piercing blue eyes, and tall skinny stature, she could easily pass of as a model. She reappeared holding her black Coach bag and she closed the door behind her. We hopped into my car and headed to town.

“Ooh! Let’s get this giant balloon arch to put on the doorway! That way when people walk in they can have just as much fun entering as the party is!” Brelle airclapped. I laughed “Sure! You know what they say! First impressions are everything!” I picked up the huge box. ‘Whoa heavy!’ I thought as I put it in the cart. “Anything else?” I asked. Brelle looked over her list. “Let’s see… Food, check. Streamers, check. Balloons, check. Mini disco balls, check. Birthday banners, check. Table cloths and silver ware and plates and cups, check. Hmm it looks as if we got everything? What do you think Vee?” She looked up at me. “OOH I GOT IT! Let’s get some party poppers, silly hats, fairy lights, and silly jewelry!” I mumbled while looking around. Suddenly I saw it! The coolest thing ever! “OH AND A CHOCOLATE FOUNTAIN!” I shouted as I pointed to the giant box under a huge sale sign. “I’ll get that other stuff, you get the fountain and we’ll meet at the front of the store in 5!” she smiled. I nodded. 10 minutes later we were leaving the store and we were ready to get to decorating Brelle’s house for the party!

“Whoa! This looks amazing!” I gasped as I looked at the house. Within 3 hours, we had transformed Brelle’s uptight house into a fun looking party house! “C’mon Genevieve! The party is in 2 hours and we still need to get ready!” She grabbed my wrist and pulled me upstairs to her room. I laughed and we walked into her giant closet. After sifting through her clothes, she found a gorgeous skin tight, strapless, green minidress and a pair of black platform pumps with studs on the heels. “Put these on babe and you’re guaranteed to look sexy!” Brelle smiled. “Darling, I always look sexy!” I cried dramatically.  I changed into the dress and shoes and turned around to model them for Brelle. “Omg looks good!” She cried as she pulled a black dress for herself.

We finally finished getting ready when suddenly, the doorbell rang. We raced downstairs and answered the door. A gaggle of jocks winked at us and pushed their way inside. “Presents go in the kitchen!” I called after them. “Alright sexy!” the ginger one called. Within the next 30 minutes, another 100 people had shown up and the music was blaring. People were grinding against each other while more people were coming through the door. “Heeeeey VeeVee!” Brelle had sauntered up to me. She hiccupped and giggled. “Brelle are you drunk?!” I snapped. She shook her head but almost lost her balance. I caught her arm and snatched the cup of punch out of her hand. I took a big sniff and gagged. It REEKED of booze. “Brelle! Someone spiked the punch!” I cried. “Pfttt whatever!!!” She giggled and she teetered away.

I raced over to the punch bowl to see 3 boys with spiked up hair and leather jackets on pouring something into the pitcher of lemonade. “Hey!” I snapped. The once pouring the liquid into the pitchers’ head snapped up. His electric blue eyes bore into me and I went weak at the knees. “Can we help you hot stuff?” One of his buddies with curly hair asked. I looked at him and he was undressing me with his eyes. “Hello?” The guy pouring vodka into the pitcher snapped. “Oh um WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” I shouted over the music. “Livening up this party a bit!” Curly smirked. Blue eyes highfived him and the other buddy, a boy with blond hair, grabbed the bottle and chugged what was left. “Half of the people here are only 16 or 17 years old and yet you’re spiking the punch? YOU COULD GET ALL OF US ARRESTED!” I cried.

Blue eyes slinked up to me and whispered in my ear. “Hey sexy, my names Louis Tomlinson. Curly over there is Harry Styles, and Blondie is Niall Horan.” His hot breath made me shudder. He smelled like cigarettes, Axe, and booze. He suddenly gave me a sloppy kiss on the cheek. I moaned as he made his way down my neck. “I see someone is enjoying themself.” He whispered hoarsely as he started sucking on my neck, looking for my sweet spot. I let out a whimper and moan as he ran over the spot below my left ear. “Bingo.” He mumbled. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tight. I started to slip into my own little world, when a loud banging on the door snapped me back into reality. “THIS IS THE POLICE! OPEN THIS DOOR IMMEDIATELY! I REPEAT THIS IS THE POLICE! OPEN THIS DOOR NOW OR WE WILL BREAK IT DOWN!”

-authors note-

Hey guys this is my new story! I really want this to be noticed because i am truly going to be working hard on this. I already know theres going to be a sequel called 'Twisted' this story is dedicated to @TommoChild because she helped me come up with the name and characters. Oh and go read her story 50 Shades of Red. Its a Harry Styles fanfic and its AMAZAYN! I'll try to update as much as i can but i'm still in school until friday (hell yeah!) but i only have 13 days until i go back D: but i will update as much as i possibly can! Love you guys!

Kaiann