I Won't Stop (A One Direction Fan Fic)

Chapter 1- Mornings, Mothers and Coffee

Chapter 1- Mornings, Mothers and Coffee.

Ren's P.O.V.

"RENESMÉ! THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING, GET DOWN HERE BEFORE I COME UP AND GET YOU!"

I groaned and rolled onto my side, my bed creaking under my weight. That was a great wake-up call, mum. I closed my eyes and put my head under my pillow, blocking out the noises and shouts coming from downstairs. I really didn't want to get up.

It was like 9:30 in the morning. I was lucky school was out or I'd be dead. I hated mornings.

 I silently cursed to myself as I heard my mother come rambling up the stairs and I flipped my legs over the side of the bed and stood up.

A wave of exhaustion swept through me, and I stood there for a couple of seconds, pondering on weather or not I should just go back to bed, and take whatever consequence my mum would bestow upon me, or actually get up and have a life.

I decided on not, when I heard my mothers forceful knocks on my bedroom door. I grabbed a t-shirt and a pair of skinny jeans and headed into the bathroom, ignoring her shouts. When the water started to run, I heard her make her way back downstairs and I let out a relieved sigh.

I knew she was worried about today and all, but I didnt feel like dealing with her until after I'd had a nice hot shower.

I peeled away my pajama's and stepped into the hot water. My body instantly felt more relaxed and I stood there in the water for a few minutes, letting it untense my muscles.

Showers were always great. Especially in the morning. I thought about life and shit. Stuff I didn't really have time for in my usual routine. I know my mum gets mad when I have really hot showers and use up all the hot water, but I didn't care. She'd already had hers and Eric didn't care if he showered in cold water.

I shampooed, conditioned and piled on loads of some fancy vanilla extract body wash that sat on the shelf of the shower. Sometimes I knew my mum could be really annoying, but I always love her. Especially when she stocks my shower with stuff I wouldn't buy for myself.

I turned off the water, and slowly got dressed. Not bothering to clean up the bathroom, I threw my hair up into a messy bun and finally headed downstairs at around 10:30.

"There you are! God Ren, I thought you were dead or something." Teased my Father, looking at me from over his paper. I rolled my eyes and gave him a flat "Haha". He just smiled and continued his article on increased tax pricings.

My mother was too busy washing and dusting and cleaning to notice I even came in. She turned around, looking at my father saying "Has Renesmé even come down yet? She has so much to-"

"Ahem..." I cleared my throat, making my mother whip around. "Renesmé! I called you at LEAST one hundred times! Next time you're getting up at 8!" she scolded and I just walked over to the fridge.

"I don't see what the big deal is," I mumbled, shoving a muffin into my mouth. "We've known the Styles' forever, so why make a big deal about having them over now?"

My mother rubbed her temples, her eyes squeezed shut. "Renesmé-"

"Ren." I interrupted. I hated when she called me Renesmé. I wasn't 6.

"Renesmé!" My mother growled, her tone harsh."I can call you what I want. You are my child and I named you RENESMÉ!" I merely groaned, watching as my coffee spit out from the machine.

"You don't even get it do you? Harry Styles, their son-"

"I know who he is." I spat. My next door neighbour that I've despised since around the age of 7, when he came to my house and I was forced to hang out with him. All he did for 2 hours was throw stones at my face, trying to get them to land in my mouth.

"GODDAMIT RENESMÉ! STOP INTERRUPTING AND LET ME SPEAK!" She screamed, and I only sat their. Just as uninterested as I was two minutes ago. She screams often. It doesn't really make an impact anymore.

"Harry Styles, I don't know if you've heard, but 3 years ago he auditioned for the X Factor. A reality singing Television show. He was formed into a band and is now, according to his mum... A teenage sensation, known as one of the five biggest heart throbs in the world." Her mouth curved upward into a smile and I closed my eyes and let out a long groan.

"Muuuuuuum!" I whined. "You're too old to call him that!"

She laughed, before her tone went, once again, serious.

"But honestly Renesmé, he's coming home from his world tour to visit his old house and is coming over for dinner tonight. He's very famous and might not be the same, but I still expect you to welcome him with open arms and give him someone to hangout with." She paused, looking me up and down, "And do NOT tell me you are going to wear that to the dinner," She said, eyeing my jeans and t-shirt in disgust.

"Fine," I mumbled. "I'll go change."

"Thank you, Renesmé." She said with a smug grin and as I grabbed my coffee mug from the counter, heading upstairs she shouted "And that should take 10 minutes... TOPS!"

I walked down the hallway, trying not to think about tonight's dinner when suddenly, someone shoved me from behind and I fell forward, tripping over my own feet. Coffee lapped over the side of the mug, spilling down my leg as I tried to regain my balance.

I set the coffee down on a decorative table, before whipping around. "ERIC!" I shouted and shoved my older brothers shoulders. He simply laughed and grabbed my neck into a headlock.

"Whaaaat?!" He said with a grin. "I'm your big brother! That's what big brothers do!"

I unlatched his hands from around my head and stared at him, unimpressed.

"Yes, but you're only 3 years older than me," I stated. "Plus..." I said, lingering my tone with a smile " I am 18 now! I am a womaaan! I don't have time for these silly games!" I laughed, mocking my mother. "According to mum at least."

We both laughed and he looked down both directions of the halls before turning to me, his tone lowered.

"You?! A woman?!" He giggled. "Between you and me, our mom must be on steroids to think that you'd ever be a woman!"

I simply laughed before turning and grabbing the coffee off the table and saying "Yes, well our mother wants me to be downstairs in 10 minutes, dressed in a nice outfit for tonights dinner."

He looked at me, panic flashing through his eyes before whispering "Shit, I forgot about that!" and turned to head to his room to... change I assume.

Just as I thought he has closed the door, he whipped it back open startling me as he ran down the hallway. He barreled into my room, wrenched the coffee from my hands and downed half of it in one gulp.

"You didn't need all of that!" he cackled, and ran back to his room. Shutting the door.

I just stood there, too tired to chase after him. I just smiled and shook my head. He was right. I didn't need all of that. I had put way too much in and I didn't even care if my mother got mad that I wasted it, I needed whatever I could get to help me get through tonight.