Life of a Styles | One Direction Fanfic (Slow Updates)

Chapter 11

(Sorry this is so short but I hope you enjoy! plus if there are any typos just bear with me, I typed it on my phone!)

I woke up to the stinky smell of the city and a massive head ache. I had no idea where I was, where I lived, or even what to do. I couldn't ask a random person to use their phone for two reasons. First of all, I look like a hooker because I woke up on the street corner. Second of all, the only person I could call is Harry and I can't have that in their phones. I don't even have any money to use a pay phone. I soon realize I am in London when I see a taxi that says 'London Transportation Services' on it. All I can think is I'm going to be in so much trouble and my head hurts like hell.

I decided the best thing to do right now was retrace my steps and figure out why the hell I was in the middle of London. I remember that I kept secretly taking sips of Niall's drink and ended up gulping down a lot because Harry was being over protective. Then Niall and I made out until someone knocked on the door and I hid in a closet. I think I remember it being Harry's closet. I remember seeing a box in the top of the closet and started to look through it. It hit me, all the stuff in the box was mainly of Harry. My mom was always more proud of Harry and she always said stuff to me like 'Why can't you be more like your brother' or 'Harry never did this' 'Harry never did that'. Tears started pouring down my face again.

As I was walking the unfamiliar streets, I saw a familiar car. Then I saw an extremely pissed off Harry get out and storm toward me. He grabbed my arm and yanked me over to the car without saying a word. Thank god it's early and there are no paps. When we got in the car he didn't say anything but I could tell he was furious with me, but I didn't care because I was pissed in general and I think he could tell. He ended up not saying anything until we got back to the flat. As I reached for the car door handle, he locked the doors.

"Let me out Harry."

"No."

"I said, let me out Harry."

"And I said no."

"LET ME OUT HARRY!"

"NO, I WILL NOT LET YOU OUT OF THE CAR! YOU CAN'T JUST RUN INTO THE MIDDLE OF THE CITY! YOU HAD ME SCARED SHITLESS THAT SOMETHING BAD HAPPENED TO YOU! YOU CAN'T DO ANY OF THAT! I WOULD HAVE NEVER DONE THAT! WHAT WOULD MOM SAY ABOUT THIS!" He was infuriated.

"I WOULD APOLOGIZE BUT I'M NOT SORRY SO IM NOT GOING TOO! WHY WOULD YOU CARE WHAT HAPPENS TO ME, YOU'RE HARRY STYLES, YOU'RE JUST PERFECT. AND YOU KNOW WHAT MOM WOULD SAY?! SHE WOULD SAY, WHY CAN'T YOU BE MORE LIKE YOUR BROTHER. IM SORRY I CAN'T BE PERFECT LIKE YOU!" I screamed back at him.

I forgot there was a lock switch on my door and unlocked my door storming upstairs hoping none of the boys were still there. Harry stormed after me screaming at me. When I opened the door to the flat, all the boys were on the couch with worried looks on their faces, except for Zayn cause he was probably with Perrie. Relief washed over their faces until Harry stormed in after me when they became concerned. I ran into my new room and locked the door. I didn't want to deal with any of them. Tears were pouring down my face again. I ran over to my bed and took the teddy bear and tore it apart. Then, I ripped my necklace off my neck. I opened the door and threw the teddy bear pieces and broken necklace at Harry who was standing on the opposite side of the door. I quickly slammed and locked the door again. I ran and jumped on my bed and heard a pounding on the other side of the door. I heard the boys calling to Harry telling him to just leave me be for now but he obviously didn't listen because next thing I know, Harry broke down my door.