Donuts.
That's the first thing of many that come to mind when I think of the boys. By the boys, I mean the Styles. Harley, Harry, Marcel and Ed. I think they have been ever since we all met. I met them when I were in year seven, a very awkward year for awful Satanic reasons mostly being puberty, and even more uncomfortable having to switch schools, and to a different city and home. (Well of course a new home, I'm not a hermit crab... I think.)
My mum knew this much, so without my consent, she'd send me off to school with our neighbor's kids. I'd been embarrassed to show up on the first day of school with four boys and a little girl. My mum also must've assumed I would be willing to bring and pick up these stranger's sister from daycare for the rest of my life. It seemed, back then, that she were trying to ruin my life. Turns out I was just a whiny little lady with no tits.
I remember it all clearly, they were all very nice when I had stopped by their house to go to school, but once their mum could no longer see them, it was like a bunch of monkeys clinging to me. Harley, his name if found out from their mum yelling it up their staircase, was noticeably taller, and shoved the baby into my hands.
"What do I do with this thing?" I asked, holding it away from my body in disgust and horror.
Babies are absolutely terrifying. He shrugged, slinging his backpack over his shoulder. I widened my eyes, but nestled my eyebrows lower, frowning.
"It's your, baby!" I yelled at the older boy, who began to walk ahead.
"You're a girl, you're good at that stuff." He said with a shrug. This boy really shrugs a lot. I turn to the other boys who were trying to make me walk.
"Just carry the baby, it's not like it'll bite... I think." Said the shortest brother, shorter than me.
"You think?" I asked, completely afraid for my short life of twelve years. The tall one, with glasses and an awful sweater-vest, took the child from my hands, it blubbering and drooling. Gross.
"You idiot! It's a baby, it can't bite you." The taller boy said matter-of-factly. I glared up at him, my bottom lip jutting out, my fists clenched. The short boy, with a flower in his chest pocket tugged at my wrist. I turned to him, my glare still present. He didnt expect that, gasping at that, but trying to gain composure. Another boy, a bit closer to my height, grabbed my hand and pulled us along the sidewalk. He kept a cheeky smirk on his face, making me want go kick him in the crotch. I'll blame puberty or something. We began to walk, not really to catch up with the elder, but just fast enough to make it to our first classes.
"Who are you two, donuts?" I asked the ones holding onto my hands, not recalling wanting to talk to the boy who's collar is probably chaffing his neck. The one with the curliest hair stops pulling us for a second and grins at me, showing off deep dimples.
"I'm Harry! I've got lots of friends I'm going to introduce you to and I'll be your friend." I scrunch up my face.
"Why?" I ask confused. I've known him for five minutes. He reaches his hand out and boop my nose.
"You're cute." I look up at him, frowning, which I found I'd be doing a lot around these boys.
"You bopped my nose!" He smirks as I walk away, up to the school with the daycare across from it that my mum had showed me. I pull along the other boy. Harry follows after us, catching up so that he's walking beside me. I'm still holding the other boy's hand.
"You are?" I ask him, only walking a little bit slower.
"Uh-uh I'm Batman. Uh I m-mean I'm Ed..." I giggle, smiling at the shy boy. Harry smacks his own forehead at his sibling's actions.
"Oh, well okay Batman." I decided to grab Harry's hand again pulling us through the gates and into the school. I watch as the swarms of other annoying adolescents, moving around like a herd of cows with no direction. They're so loud. Harry releases my hand saying something about meeting friends. I freeze not really knowing what to do, feeling like I were in a zombie movie more than anything. I feel Ed squeeze my hand nod I look down.
"Batman?" I ask confused by his actions, but finding them reassuring.
"Lets go Birdie." He says with a lazy smile.
"Do you even know what you're doing? Where were going?" I ask, though I let him lead me through the halls.
"Nope."
