5sos & 1d Smut

Harry: For Now

I look out at the passing cars, as we take the exit towards where I play my weekly volleyball game. Mom is unusually happy today, and she's yet to tell me why, part of me wonders if it's something she's volunteered me for, (which she's done many, many times).

"So," she turns down the radio, a giddy smile tugging at the corners of her lips, "(Y/S/N) called yesterday, and she and her boyfriend will be in town for the weekend." She nearly squeals, and I cringe at the thought.

"Lovely." I turn my attention back to gazing out the window, my left hand reaching over to turn the radio back up.

Perfect Hair, perfect body, perfect teeth, perfect smile, perfect grades, in what world would I be excited to see her? She's everything I'm not, and every time she comes around, she tends to shove it down my throat. Oh, and the boyfriend, he has to be god damn exhilarating.

Everything is fucking perfect in her world.

Everything.

"You invited her to my volleyball game, didn't you?" The question is rhetorical, and I scoff, resting my hands on my skinny-jean clad thighs.

"Well of course." Mom giggles, and I want to just open the passenger's side door, fling myself into on coming traffic, and hope I don't come out alive.

It would save me the dread.

The car comes to a stop in front of the arena, and I get out quickly, stomping into the building with an eternal groan. My mind reels, and I open the door to the gymnasium, where many girls dress into their uniforms, I set my sights upon doing the same.

I rid myself of my pants and quickly tug the spankees up my legs, my eyes wandering the room around me. After I pull on the blue t-shirt, and adjust my shin socks, I go to talk to some of my teammates.

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The bleachers fill quickly, and I notice my mom take a seat in the ones nearest to the floor, jesus, she's definitely not shy. I await the arrival of my father, who I've told countless times that he quote; "Doesn't have to come," but does so anyways.

My breathing stills as the familiar blonde makes her way through the door, dressed in expensive looking jeans and a red blouse. She looks behind her, as if waiting for someone, and it's now that I realize it's her boyfriend, who smiles charmingly and catches up to grasp her hand.

And fuck, is he exhilarating.

His broad shoulders fill the white dress shirt nicely, which is tucked into his wrinkle-free, black slacks with little flaw. Long, brown curls fall down the side of his face, that is until he brushes them back between his fingers, and I hurriedly look away as his jade eyes meet my own.

"Hello there stranger." (Y/B/F/N) begins to gawk, and I nudge her shoulder with my palm, as if stating an; 'I know, right?' Her eyes widen even more when we watch them sit down next to my mother.

"Do you know him?" I shake my head, and take my bottom lip between my teeth, trying to fathom a reasonable answer.

"No, he's my sister's boyfriend." Now she's the one to shake her head, as she tuts me.

"What a fucking bummer, you should be the one riding him into the sunset." I chuckle loudly, and admire him from afar.

"Yeah, cause at this point that would make a lot of sense." I look at the wooden floor, "He's like six years older than I am."