Trapped//One Direction// Harry's Little Sister

Giving Up

Some say I won't make some say I will kill myself to young. But I say I'll do what I want when I want and how I want. I hate my brother. Yes you read right. I hate Harry Edward Styles. We used to be close. We were best friends. After he met one direction everything changed. He hasn't called me one time in 2 years. I hate it. I hate him. I hate life. It's all my fault though. I told him if he cared then he would call me. He told me he never wants to see me again. I cried for 3 months. I was bullied. I changed. I am no longer innocent or nice. I'm stubborn and reckless. Nobody has won a fight against me in 1 year and 9 months. After my first fight I worked out everyday. I'm strong. I love to fight. I'm getting ready for one right now. It's the day I have a rematch against the person I had lost my first fight against.
*present*
I sip I'm my leather jacket until it gets to right under my tank top. It shows a sliver of the red material. I have my fighting skinny jeans on. Yes I have skinny jeans just for fighting. Don't ask. My studded biker boots are securely tied. I tie my lucky red bandanna around my head and use it to push my hair out of my face. I inspect my make up. Flawless.
My boots make a loud thuds as I walk down the stairs. My mom is down there.
"Rae where are you going? Another fight? Your not allowed to leave. Your grounded still."
"Watch me. I'm not a little kid. I'm taking my motorcycle. You only have one key. I have about 13 other copies hidden everywhere. So move or I will move you. I'm pretty sure you wanna move." She gave me an icy glare that I easily shrugged off.
"Harry's coming home tonight." I scoffed.
"I don't care. He doesn't care about me so why should I care about him?" My mom moved out of the way and I straddled my motorcycle. I noticed a black car pulling up. Ugh great. Harry.
Harry stepped out and saw me out the key in my bike.
"Wowa where are you going?"
"A fight."
"Cool who's fighting?"
"Me." I shot Harry an icy, stone glare.
"What's with the attitude Rae?"
"What do you expect! I haven't heard from you in 2 years! 2 years Harry! You broke a promise. I hate you! Leave me alone!" I started the engine and left. I easily dodged all the cars weaving in and out. I made it to the alley and saw the girl I was fighting ready. I took my stance and the crowd closed around us. She swung and aimed for my head I dodged swiftly and swung my leg which sent her barreling to the floor. I put my knee on her back and put all my weight on it. She groaned in pain. The crowd started counting down.
"5!"
"4!"
"3!"
"2!"
"1!"
I released her and she stood up. We shook hands and that concluded our fight. I scanned the crowd and found the face I loved. Shane. Shane is my boyfriend and of 1 year and 3 months. We are both the best fighters in our school. We locked eyes and he swept me up.
"Nice moves baby." I laughed.
"I didn't even break a sweat. It was really boring."
"I know a sport that would make you sweat."
"And what might that be?" I purred in his ear.
"How about a make out session that would lead to more?"
"Hmm. Sounds fun." I stood on my tippy toes and kissed him on the lips. We started making out when he was ripped back. A furious Harry had yanked him back. I slapped Harry across the face. Quiet hard might I add. He stumbled back and released Shane. I grabbed Shane and held his hand.
"Babe who is he?" I grinder my teeth together. Shane knew that meant I was extremely mad.
"My brother." Shane pushed me behind him. Uh-oh.