Styles Brothers (A Dark Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 14

My lens travelled all around the room, the morning sunlight reflecting on the glass window on our classroom. Everyone’s busy with their business, some are chatting, sleeping, grooming, and whatsoever. Miss Haley started on another topic, she wrote a mathematical equation on our whiteboard, “By the way class, before I proceed, I just wanna let you know that we’re going to have our senior’s party.” I can tell that Ms. Haley’s words caught the attention of the whole class, “When will it be?” Conarad asks, Ms. Haley smiled on him then answers, “This coming Monday.” To be honest, I never been in a party, or even friend’s party, I never been a socialite person. It’s not that I don’t have a party dress; well actually yes I really don’t have before, but not now, besides, I just really don’t want. Before I knew it, Ms. Haley’s continuing her topic about our math.

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I’m sitting on the bench at the waiting area, out of nowhere, Hazza approaches on my side, smirking. “You heard it right babe?”

“The…?” My curious tone rises. Daphne approaches next to Hazza’s side. She peeks to see me which causes me to look at her back.

“Senior’s party, girl.” Daphne answers.

“Oh. Uhm. Yeah I do. But I guess I’m not coming.” I weakly smiled.

“What?” Hazza’s pissed voice spoke.

“Eh. Uhm. I don’t like parties.”

“Why not?” Daphne asks.

I looked at Hazza, he’s currently waiting for my answer, so I continued. “I never had been on a party.”

“Well I guess this is the time to be on a party.” Daphne smug smiled.

“Come on.” Hazza begged.

“Fine. But I don’t know what to wear.”

Hazza winks at Daphne, then they continuously stood. “What’s that?” I frown. Well, that wink makes me jealous for a while. Hazza’s hand reached on me, he helped me stood up. His hand cupped my back and kisses my cheek. “It was nothing babe.” He smirks.

We arrived on the mall, wondering what we’re doing there. Hazza and Daphne walking together, leaving me on their back. Hate it shit. I thought Hazza’s courting me? UGH. Damn.

“This! I like this one. Do you think this is pretty?” Daphne jumped on the joy she felt about the dress she’s holding. Hazza smiled on her then nods, Daphne proceeded to the fitting room. After a while, we left the 10th store, Daphne and Hazza throw all the shopping bags on my hands. So what the actual shit?