The Brother

Chapter 2

Once my alarm went off at 5:45, I slipped on my shorts, batman shirt, and black converse. I pulled my red hair up into a messy bun and brushed my teeth. I grabbed the car keys and quickly headed out of the house with my money, the directions, the suitcase, and my phone. As I drove to Hamilton Beach, I called Marcel.

"Hello?" 

"Hey, Marcel. Im so sorry I cant make it to prom, and youll be alone for two weeks. Im gonna miss you so much." 

"Yeah, its fine. Like, thanks for all youve done. Ill miss you too, Bailey."  

"Youre welcome. Just stay strong, and dont get into too much trouble, got it, kiddo?" 

"Were the same age. Stay safe. Bye." 

"Bye, Marcel."

I hung up and turned off my phone. I spotted Harrys car and walked to the white boat. I found Harry and walked with him in silence to the little hut by the docks. Harry was wearing a black shirt, black pants, brown boots, and a beanie. His tattoos showed up clearly and he put on his piercings. One on each ear, one on his nose, eyebrow, and lip. It looked so punkish. I like punk, but maybe not so much on Harry. I only have one tattoo. Its on my wrist saying "ιηƒιηιтє ℓσνє ♥ " I got it two years ago, when I was sixteen. My mom flipped out, and my dad just shook his head. I never made my parents that disappointed again. Once we met the same mall cop, he greeted us and led us to the boat. It wasnt that big, maybe the size of an apartment. We walked onto the boat, and the cop let us explore for a bit. "I was talking to him and he said that one of us has to drive the boat. So its really just the two of us. Like, I dont know how to drive a freaking boat." Harry told me. "I do. My dad owns one." I answered. "oh." Harry replied, sitting on a little black bench. I went over to the controls and drove the boat 145 miles into the ocean, just like the set of directions instructed. I loved the way the wind of the boat made my red hair flow in the wind. I looked at Harry, who was looking at the water. Once we arrived at our destination, I walked to the bench across from his. I laid down and closed my eyes. "So your Marcels friend?" Harry asked. Is he really teasing me? What a jerk. "Why would you ask that? If youre trying to be nice, its not working." I hissed. "What? I was just trying to start a conversation." he defended. "Yeah sure." I rolled my eyes. Everything went silent for the next two minutes. "Nice tattoo." he pointed at my wrist. "Whatever." I mumbled. "What does it say?" Harry asked, obviously ignoring me. "Infinite Love." I replied, looking at him. "What about yours?" I asked, referring to the one on his left wrist. "Theres too many." he answered simply. "Oh." I ended the short convo and put in my Beats. I put on King For A Day and hummed the bass parts. "Whatcha listening to?" Harry asked. "Music." Is he really this annoying? "I know, but what song?" he rolled his eyes. "King for a day." I replied, irritated. "I love that song. Will you play it aloud?" he asked. I groaned and put on the music, singing it with Harry. We both laughed after repeating Kellin Quinn's part. We both got up and moshed together. Woah, why am I moshing with Harry? We continued to jump to the song and soon stopped once we got tired. "That was...fun." he smiled. "For once, I agree." I giggled. I pushed the replay button and tapped my foot to the beat. "You know, I actually think youre nice." he muttered. "Thanks. Youre not so bad yourself." I lied. I hate Harry even if we suddenly became mosh buddies. "Thanks. Im so tired." he yawned. I agree, its 6:30 AM. Im going to bed. I walked into the rooms, and to my surprise, we dont have seperate rooms. Only one HUGE bed. Oh great. I lied down, facing the wall, and felt the bed dip. I looked over my shoulder, and saw Harrys brown boots next to my converse. I looked over to the wall again and fell asleep. 

When I woke up again, I saw Harry facing my back. He looks so peaceful. The way his pink lips separate and close every time he breathes, and the way his eyebrows furrow like if hes mad or confused. His light brown eyelashes pressing on his skin. It looks almost angelic. Suddenly he darts his eyes open, making me gasp loudly. "Youre staring." he smiled. "No, I just looked over, then you opened your eyes a second later." I lied. "Yeah. What time is it?" he asked. His voice was deeper and raspy. It was a bit of a turn on to me. But I still dont like him after what hes done to Marcel. "Uh, 9:46" I replied after a while. Im known in my family to take long naps. I could fall asleep at 9pm, then wake up at two the next morning. Ive done it on the weekends. I looked over to Harry, who looked at me and laughed. "What?" I asked. "You look funny." he pointed at me. I walked to the bathroom and saw my red poinytail up in what looks like some sort of bun, and my mascara on my eyelids. Also, some eyeliner smeared on my cheekbones under my green eyes. I giggled and wiped it off. I turned on the shower and walked out to the room. "Showering?" Harry asked me. I nodded. I pulled out my toothbrush, tooth paste, and hairbrush, then walked back in. I rinsed myself under the warm water, and after washing myself, I got out. I wrapped myself in a towel and hoped Harry was on the upper deck, messing with the controls so he cant see me. Of course, my bad Karma got to me and he was there, sitting on the bed. "Erm, could you go?" I asked as politely as I possibly could. "Uh yeah. Let me just get my stuff knowing girls take forever to get their damn clothes on." Harry replied, gathering a pencil, leather brown book, and his black iphone. I ignored his choice of words and asked, "How do you know girls take forever?" I cant help but wonder how the heck he knows this. His expression goes from calm to completely shocked. "Erm, I dont. I just...am going to let you change now." he slammed the door, leaving me alone in silence. Why didnt he answer my question?? I brushed the thought to the back of my head and dressed in the same clothes, since its the same day. I opened the door to let Harry know I was done. I brushed my red hair and left it down. I applied some more makeup and smiled, flashing my dimples at the mirror. I always hated them, but Im learning to love them now. "Ready?" Harry popped his head in the doorway and leaned on the side of the door. I nodded. "Yeah." I brushed my hair once more to get rid of absolutely all the tangles. "Are you like a natural Ginger? Or did you dye it bright red?" He asked nosily. I rolled my eyes. Why is he so rude sometimes? "Dyed. Like having bright red hair is natural." I scoffed. "Ive seen many people with red hair. But yours is the brightest. Unlike Jade's. Last year, it was purple." He said proudly. "Well I dont care about Jade." I muttered. Harry raised a brow. "Geez. Youre touchy." he said lowly. "I dont know, Harry. Maybe if your nicer yourself, Id ve nicer to you." I said sarcastically. "Ugh, youre so damn annoying. Why do like Marcel anyways? Hes annoying like you, so that answers my question." he hissed. "Excuse me? Marcel is much better than you are. You cant come to me and think 'Oh Marcel is annoying.' because guess what, cupcake? Youre worse. You are nothing compared to Marcel." I took a breath, forgetting to breathe in my little speech to Harry. "Whatever." Harry rolled his eyes. I walked out of the bathroom and grabbed my copy of Romeo and Juliet. I walked out and sat on the bench. I opened my book, but Harry closed it. "Why are you so pissed?" he asked. Did he really just ask that? "Wow, Harry. You sure remember things." I remarked sarcastically. "Dont say that. I just want to know." he sat next to me. I rolled my eyes at him, and began reading. "Are you like, depressed?" he asked. I ignored him and just kept reading. "Dont you freaking ignore me." he raised his voice. I disobeyed him and kept reading. I heard Harry sigh, and the next thing I know, I hear a splash and my hands are empty. "What the hell, Harry!" I yelled, watching my precious book sink in the water. Some pages ripped off and began to float. I swatted at his arm, but he caught it before I hit him. "I dont like to be ignored." he said through gritted teeth. "Well that doesnt mean you could throw my book into the ocean!" I yelled, releasing my arm. "Too bad. Hey, you have floss?" he asked casually. "What? Im not giving you any floss after what you did." I crossed my arms. "Whatever. Hey, whats your name again?" he asked. I rolled my eyes. "Bailey. Call me Bells." I sighed. Bells is my nick name from my dad. I remember him calling me that when he was upset at me for getting that tattoo. "Oh. Well, miss Bailey, Im hungry, so im making us some sandwiches." He walked into the upper deck and looked inside the little fridge that Im assuming the mall cop packed us with. I watched him make the sandwich, and ate it desperately when he handed the BLT to me. It was delicious, and thats something I cant argue about. I threw the napkin away in the little garbage bin and walked over to the bed. I turned on the TV and began watching Spongebob. I honestly love that show, its literally made for people of all ages. Harry walked in and plopped down beside me. "Its so hot." he whined. "No dur." I rolled my eyes. "Is there and rope?" he asked. I shrugged. "Most likely." I turned up the volume on the television. "I brought some anyways, so...." Harry got up and dug through his suitcase. He pulled out a rope and lifegaurd ring. "What are you doing," I asked. "Youll see." he tied the rope to the ring and began unbuckling his belt. "Woah woah woah. What are you doing?" I asked frantically. "Its called changing. Im putting on my swim shorts." he rolled his eyes. "Well change in the bathroom." I grumbled. He sighed and walked over to the bathroom. Minutes later, he walked out, showing off all his tattoos and abs. "Why do you have a butterfly?" I asked to kill the tension. He looked down as if hes never seen it before. The large butterfly was very detailed. It looked like a black and white picture taped or glued to him. "I got it because I liked it. It reminds me of home." he poked one of the wings. "Its...nice." I mumbled. He ignored me and put the ring around his hips. Then, tied one end of the rope to a silver bar on the side of the boat. "Drive the boat at 50 miles per hour. No faster than that." he warned. I got up and began walking to the upper deck. He jumped in the water and gave me a thumbs up. I put the key in the hole and drove the boat slowly, then faster. "Woooo!" he yelled. I laughed. "Your loud!" I yelled to him. He smiled and shifted from side to side. He looked like a professional. I turned the boat to go back to where we were at. "Try it." He handed me the live preserver. I walked to the room to change into the bikini I forgot I packed and walked back out. I put the ring around my hips and jumped in. The water was surprisingly warm. I gave him a thumbs up and he sped down the water. Harry drove the boat WAY faster than I drove him. What is his deal? I felt my hands slipping from the grip of the ring. "YOURE GOING TOO FAST, HARRY!" I yelled. He kept going the same speed. "HARRY SLOW DOWN!!" I yelled louder. He stopped the boat instantly, causing a big jerk. I got up on the boat. "What the hell, Harry?! You went faster than 50. Were you trying to make me fall?" I was beyond annoyed and mad. "You didnt request a speed, so I chose for you." he said simply. Is he serious? "Well then that means to go the same speed. You annoy me." I dried my hair and changed clothes. I grabbed my ipod and played Cooking Mama. I hit my knees together to feel my thighs jiggle. To be honest, Im not the most perfect girl in the world. I have a thigh gap the size of a thin childrens book. Harry walked in and laughed. "What?" I asked flatly. "Your legs. Theyre jiggling." he giggled. "Thanks." I rolled my eyes. I honestly dont care what he thinks. "No, I mean, theyre like spaghetti." he smiled. What? "Okay..." I trailed off. Harry laid next to me, watching me play. "Can I try?" he asked. "No." I changed the recipe to gingerbread cookies. "Aw come on, Bailey. Just once." he begged. I shook my head. I put my ipod down and turned off the screen. I stared up at the ceiling and sighed. "You know, your not that bad.'' Harry murmered. "I realize I make you annoying like that. And youre─sweet." he twisted a curl. "Wanna facetime Jade?" he asked. "Uhm, okay." I closed my eyes. Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out his iphone. He facetimed Jade and after a while, she answered. 

"Hey, Haz. Whats up?" she said loudly. "Hey Jade, Im still on the boat. What are you doing?" he asked. Jade zoomed out of her pale face. "Dying my hair. This time blue." she said excitedly. "Oh. Thats cool." he scratched his arm. "Whos with you?" she asked. "Bailey, duh." Harry made a face. "Her? Im so sorry, Styles. Shes so annoying." Jade rolled her eyes. "And shes right here. Also, shes not so bad." he stood up for me. "Hi," I muttered. "Oh. So why did you call?" she asked, ignoring me. "Im bored. Wanna play something?" he asked. "Okay, like what?" she froze. "Like, I dont know." Harry shrugged. "Hmmm. Maybe... truth or dare?" She asked with a mischevious smile. Uh oh. "Okay. So truth or dare?" Harry asked Jade. "Hmm....dare." She smiled grimly. "I dare you to get hot pink highlights in your hair." Harry giggled. I find it odd that such "bad" people still play these childish games. "Fine,"-She turned away from phone and yelled-"Hey, can I get pink highlights too?" I heard the stylist say something I couldnt make out. "There. Harry, truth or dare?" she asked him. Something ran through my spine signaling I should leave the room, but I wouldnt dare move a leg. "Dare." he smiled. "Okay... I dare you to... put on Bailey's makeup." she giggled. There is no way Im letting him touch my makeup. Why did I even pack some? "Ugh. Bailey, where is it?" Harry asked. I pointed to the top shelf of my luggage. He walked over to it and put on foundation, concealer, mascara, lipstick and lipgloss, blush, eyeliner, and eyeshadow. I couldnt help but laugh at him. I quickly snapped a picture and zoomed in, making a screen shot of his face. Harry ran to me and looked at the picture. "If you share that on Instagram or Facebook, I will kill you. Now delete it." he said through gritted teeth. Theres no way Ill delete that. "How about no? Consider this as revenge for picking on Marcel." I crossed my arms and turned off my phone screen, so he wouldnt figure out the password to delete the picture from my gallery. "You suck." Harry raised his voice. I guess we forgot about Jade because she was on the bed yelling "What happened?!" Harry walked over to the phone and rolled his eyes. "She took a picture and wont delete it." Harry sighed. "Oh my god, shes so annoying. Make me face her." Harry turned the phone towards me. I saw an angry foil haired Jade. "Listen up, Bailey. Harry's my friend, not yours. Now delete that picture and get a life. No one even likes you." She hissed. "Well maybe its time, you listen up, Jade. I never said I was Harry's friend, did I? Well newsflash, cupcake, Im not deleting the picture. Thats what he gets for bullying Marcel." I took a breath Ive been lacking since my mini speech. Jade looked alarmed. "You know, youre just a loser no one likes. So guess what, dont be alarmed if youre friends with someone and suddenly they stop talking to you." she narrowed her eyes. "Well if I were you, I would keep that quote in mind, because you might just need it for yourself." I retorted. She rolled her eyes and hung up. I looked at Harry, who looked as alarmed as Jade did. I rolled my eyes and continued messing with my phone. I watched Harry hang up his Facetime with Jade. He looked at me, and began laughing his lungs out. ''WHAT?'' I yelled. ''1, don't you dare yell at me. 2, you just outburtsted on Jade! That was hilarious!'' he laughed. Hilarious? That was anything BUT funny. ''You dare laugh at that?'' I crossed my arms. He looked serious. ''Yeah, I did. In fact, I could laugh again.'' I frowned. ''Well don't, Harry. I'm serious.'' I warned. Harry scoffed and reclined himself on the bed. I turned over and played Candy Crush Saga on my phone. I wonder if Marcel is okay.