I Would... Not. (Harry Styles FanFic)

Chapter 1 - How A Lovely Woman Like Anne Could Produce Such A Nightmare

Chapter 1 - How A Lovely Woman Like Anne Could Produce Such a Nightmare

"Eboni! Get up!"

"Eboni"

"Eboni Cassandra Lawrence, move now."

"Eboni: wake up! Last warning before this ice goes on you"

"I'm up, I'm up!" I screamed, sitting up, making my mum walk away laughing with a bucket of ice.

Yes, she wasn't joking about the ice.

I flopped my back, back down before rolling onto my side and collecting my phone of my bedside table.

07:00am

12 new messages

1 missed call

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3 messages from Carmen. 2 from Shay. 1 from Corbin and phone call from Corbin

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I groaned, placing my phone back down and crawling out of bed.

I lay on the floor for a few more minutes before taking a more human position and walking over to my full length mirror attached to my wardrobe.

I once again groaned at the sight of smudged eye make-up, knotted brown hair which crazed in many directions and my wrinkled pyjama shorts aswell as my tank top that awkwardly covered me. I straightened out my top, so nothing so on show any longer before grabbing an electric blue top, black skinny jeans and some underwear and heading towards the bathroom nearest my room. I saw Kate, my younger sister, just coming out of her room. I raced into the bathroom before she could even shut her door. I hate using the shower after her.

Once stripped of all clothes and climbing into the shower the beautiful luke warm water, gently caressed my skin. I soaked up the relaxing heat for awhile. Continuing the usual shower routine I washed my hair, then my body before doing.. Other needed things.

Once out the shower, I changed into my top and underwear. Now. The challenge. Putting on skinny jeans after a shower. Excellent choice in clothing Eboni, bloody amazing. I slid the jeans quite easily up my legs now for the treacherous end: My thighs. I dragged the jeans up, slowly as they gripped to my drying legs, I jumped up and bounced around, attempting to try and do this. I sighed in relief as the band of the jeans reached my waist, zipping them up and buttoning myself into them, I slid on a pair of Blue converse over my skin-toned socks. Grabbing my phone then my leather jacket that had been thrown on the floor aswell as my bag, I made my way downstairs to eat my last breakfast as a Holmes Chapel Comprehensive student. That's right. Last night was prom and today is the last day I ever have to step foot in that god awful school.

Once downstairs I sat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen just as my older sister began snogging her boyfriend... Alex. Even his name made me shudder, god how I hate that guy. He walks around here like he owns the place, the worst part: My parents pretty much worship the ground he walks on.

You see: Alex's parents: Mr and Mrs Rodgers, well they help fund my dads business: Lawrence&co. I don't exactly know what it is, it's never really been of interest to me. Once my mum placed a bowl of cheerios infront of me, I began munching away whilst she turned on the radio:

"-And here we have: The one, the only, Harry Styles!!! So Harry, what brings you back to Holmes Chapel?"

"Oh, 7 month break before next tour, you know?"

I groaned before throwing my spoon at the radio causing it too fall into the soap-filled sink.

"Eboni!" My dad snapped.