Instant | Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter 3

I slump downstairs where my parents and two brothers are eating breakfast. My mother smiles at me.

'Morning sweetie' she chirped.

My mother is always in a good mood even if the house was burning down she would find an excuse to smile and be happy which is one of the many things I admire about her. Me and my mum are very close she is like my 3rd best friend, we tell each other everything and I really like the fact we have a relationship like that. I don't know what I would do if my mother wasn't around I would be surrounded by boys, I don't think I could cope she is really just an older version of me. I don't understand how some people don't get along with their parents, if I was constantly fighting with mine my life would be so miserable, I am very grateful that I have them both and that we get along so well.

'Morning' I mumbled back as I dragged my feet along the floor to the kitchen.

I feel bad for anyone who has to deal with me in the morning because I am really not a morning person I am moody and grumpy and just an overall annoyance. If I had to deal with me I would just stay out of my way or tell me where to shove my moody morning attitude. I pour myself some cereal and some orange juice and grab the bowl and glass and plonked my bum between my two brothers. I don't see why they have to leave a gap between each other it is bad enough having to sit next to one of them but two of them is just torture. They both like each other which is more than I can say about them but because they are prats they enjoy making me suffer so making me sit between them is just one of their many jokes.

'Did you have a good sleep honey?' my dad asked.

I nodded and smiled, I felt a bit guilty because that wasn't a very good response but I just couldn't be bothered. My dad always ask me the basic, simple questions he doesn't really try and get me to open up like mum, but I think I prefer it that way I would rather my mum told him things that I told her, rather than me having to tell him. I am much closer to mum than dad but I love them both equally.

'Mum?' I said with a slight smile.

'Yes?' she responded with a hint of worry.

'Can I go to a concert on November 2nd, at Wembley Stadium?' I spoke slightly lower.

'How much?' she asked and I laughed.

She is always worrying about money, and I will never understand why I guess it is a parent/adult thing.

'Nothing, Ari is buying my ticket' I replied she smiles obviously happier.

But then she asked the dreaded question.

'Who are you going to see?'.

I felt too embarrassed to say it, everyone knows I hate them. I could feel my cheeks starting to flush and my palms were getting sweating, as they looked at me waiting for an answer, shit.

As fast as I could I whispered 'One Direction'.

She looked at me confused and said 'Who?'

I did the same thing again and she looked puzzled again.

'I can't hear what you are saying'

I decided to get the pain and embarrassment over as quickly as possible.

So I calmly said 'One Direction'.

My two brothers burst out laughing and my mum just looked at me, taken back by shock. I decided to teach my brothers a lesson so I sharply elbowed them in the rib cage and they let out an ear piercing screech full of pain and agony, ha. My dad threw me a glare but I really didn't care, so I just ignored it.

'Ari and Rose asked me to go and I have barley seen them and I just wanted to be a good friend OK!' I blurted out.

I quickly removed myself from the table and rushed upstairs to start studying.