Lucy (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

1. I didn't mean to.

~Nova's POV~

I lightly sway side to side on the swing set. Watching my clearing drunk boyfriend, Zach, having a great time with his friends, loud laughs, pointless fights, the whole bit. I take a swig of the bottle in my hand and swipe through my phone to seem occupied. I look up as I hear the leaves rustle, Zac smiles at me.

"Novs." He smirks. "What are you doing over here babe?"

"Watching you have fun." I say, which sounds depressing, but I prefer it.

"That's lame. You know I didn't beg you to wear that skirt just so you could hide from me." He checks me out before I cuddle into him. "Which looks great on you by the way."

"Thank you." I coo, looking up at him.

"So I got the acid tabs, if you want we can do it now?" He says lower.

"After we drop off Lucy at the One Direction concert remember?" I bring up my fifteen year old fan girl of a sister.

"Then drive with your sister in the car after the concert."

"We'll be good, I can handle myself." I sigh heavily.

"No, you just tell yourself that. But we both know you can't plan out your first acid trip like that." He banters, always calling out my perfectionist ways.

"Zesty, I'll figure it out." I call him by his nickname, you'll almost never hear anyone call him Zach.

"Alright, well let's at least hang out with our friends until then yeah?"

"Only because it's your birthday." I kiss him quick before sloppily running towards them.

***
"I can't believe you're not coming Nova, you love this band more than I do." Lucy exasperates.

"Blame my boyfriend's impeccable timing for a birthday party." I roll my eyes playfully at Zesty.

"They're not all that." Zesty shrugs.

"Yeah they are." Lucy's best friend protests.

"That's because you all got the hots for them." He laughs. "Who's your favorite then? Both of you."

"Niall." They both smile, clearly fantasizing.

"Harry's obviously the best." I sing-song as I pull over in front of the venue.

"Who asked you?" Zesty groans. "Now that I know I have to kill him."

"You wouldn't."

"Really though, Harry Styles?" He says in disbelief. "You couldn't pick a guy who looked similar to me?"

"Are we really going to have the conversation?" I laugh lightly. "It's not like my type is 'anyone who looks like my boyfriend'"

"It should be." He laughs.

"Be safe you crazy drunk animals." Lucy and her friend hop out of the car. "Love you."

"Love you, I'll be waiting in the parking lot once it ends." I yell over the screaming crowd waiting outside. "Dropped off Lucy, time to go drop some lucy." I grin at my play on words.

"That was so lame Novs." He grins.

"You know you love me."

***
"I told her I'd pull into the parking lot. Where the hell is she?" I could almost freak out. "Call her again."

"Again?"

"Zachary call her, now." I growl. "Leave a voice message this time. Then try her friend's number again."

"Okay." He surrenders. "Lucy, where are you love? We're waiting in the parking lot, if don't see us there stay put we've been circling around the venue."

"Nothing?" I sigh. "Fuck I should've just went to the concert with her."

"Hey, none of this is anybody's fault. If you want I'll go in and ask security."

"Then lose you too? I rather not."

We've been circling around for thirty minutes she would've contacted us by now." He sighs.

"No don't do that." I snap. "I know what you're suggesting and that can't be it. You can't just tell me that I lost my little sister on the most crowded fucking night ever."

"Nova—"

Before I know it everything goes fuzzy, I can hardly see the where I am. I try to get ahold of the wheel that I can't even feel. Every sound around me becomes echoes. I scream before I hear a crash. Conveniently, I come back to reality, in complete shock.

"Well fuck." Zesty laughs pathetically, I immediately get out of the car to look, he follows my lead.

"No no no." I put my hands on my head before stomping. "God damn it."

"We gotta leave Novs, like now." Zesty doesn't look away from the Range Rover we just hit.

"Leave? There's cameras fucking everywhere. We'll look stupid." I half whisper half yell.

"Babe listen. We're on drugs for fucks sake, if the cops show up that's big issue."

"You don't think this right here is a big issue? I just crashed into—"

"My fucking car!" A familiar British voice yells from the back door of the venue.

"Harry Styles' car." I begin to breathe heavily. "I just crashed into Harry Styles' car Zesty."

"No you didn't, get in the car I'll handle it." He says quickly.

"You're not gonna take the blame what the hell?" I walk even closer.

"We'll argue later, get in the car." He nudges me. I throw myself into the car and slam the door.

I watch as the whole band walks out to the car, Zesty standing idol. Harry looks pissed but not exactly infuriated until assumingly my cordial boyfriend makes an off comment. I jump out of the car and stand beside Zesty.

"It's fine babe stop." I look up at him helplessly, us knowing how bad this night has turned so quickly. "I hit your car."

"No you didn't." Harry's face softens a little.

"Yes I did, and I'm so fucking sorry Harry. It's been a really weird and frightening night for me and once my parents get back from out of town they're going to— and my sister's still fucking nowhere to be found I can't do this—"

"Hey, it's alright love, we'll help you out I promise."

"Don't call her that." Zesty growls.

"You're joking right?" I turn to look at him. "Out of everything going on right now you want to get jealous?"

I realize how mad I am once I've gotten in Zesty's face, screaming absolute nonsense and angered words. Harry gently pulls me away trying to calm me down until I hear the echoing sounds of sirens blaring.

My first instinct being to run for the hills.