Flowers of Despair (Harry Styles FanFic)

Emerson Taylors.

I sat on my window chair, staring out at the parklands, window opened adjust a slight breeze was coming through. It was Saturday morning and as per usual I was nursing my hang over, coffee in one hand, cigarette in the other. My parents hated me smoking even worse in the house, but something’s just had to be done, besides if I left my window open for long enough they wouldn’t even know. Last night was crazy, I remember coming back home at around three this morning, someone had paid for a taxi to drop me off, after I’d thrown up all over the side walk, ha. My parents would always complain that I needed to start doing productive with my life as I’d dropped out of school half way through grade 11. I had no intention of doing anything like that at the moment anyways.

I drank the last mouthful of my coffee, shuddering at the sickly sweetness of the unstirred sugar at the bottom, before putting out the last of my smoke.

Standing up and flapping my arms around like a mad woman I tried to air out my room as much as possible before walking out my room and down the stairs.

“I don’t know what to do anymore”, I stopped before walking into the kitchen as I heard my mother’s voice.

“I get what you mean”, I heard my Aunt Karen replied.

I sat my self down on the stairs before listening to the remainder of the conversation.

“I mean it’s getting ridiculous, she needs to do something productive with her life”, Mum sighed.

“Why doesn’t she get a job?” Aunt Karen asked, “Or move out?”

Move out? I barely had a hundred pounds in my bank, I couldn’t even afford the deposit on the rent of a house.

“I just really don’t want her to become a lost cause like Chad was”, ah Chad, my older brother, who I was exactly like, except he’d gotten kicked out at the age of fifteen, I rarely seen him at all as he’d moved back to Wales.

“She needs responsibility”, Aunt Karen stated.

All this stuff was easy for her to say, I mean her kids were all well brought up, I mean her son was Liam Payne for god sake.

“I don’t know”, Mum sighed.

I’d gotten bored sitting on the stairs, my butt had started to ache, I stood up, coffee cup in hand and made my way through to the kitchen.

“Hi Emmy”, Aunt Karen smiled.

“Hey”, I replied, putting my cup in the dishwasher.

“Emmy, have you ever thought of getting a job?” Aunt Karen asked.

No.

I looked at her like it was the dumbest thing someone had ever said before shaking my head.

“Well”, Aunt Karen stood up, “Get me your laptop, I’m making you a resume, we’re getting you a job”.

What was she thinking? I didn’t want a job. I was completely fine with everything now.

I groaned while rolling my eyes.

“You heard her Emerson”, Mum said using my proper name, trying to be stern, “Get your laptop”.

Oh for Christ sakes, here we go.