My Sister's Boyfriend (A Harry Styles Fanfic)

Chapter 1

ELLA'S POINT OF VIEW

I sighed as the scalding hot water scorched my shoulders. Sure, it hurt, but pain teaches tolerance. Plus, it felt so damn good. After the week-from-hell I'd just had, I definitely deserved this. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on anything besides school. Images of my planner, chock-full of assignments, deadlines, and meetings shot to the forefront of my mind.

"Nope. No. Think about something else. Anything else," I whispered to myself.

Thanksgiving was soon. That was something to look forward too. Not because I enjoyed the fattening turkey, stuffing, and pie, but because it was a short-lived break from school. Hell, senior year was not as easy as people made it out to be. Of course if your goal was to get accepted into some second-rate school or community college and glide through senior year without a care in the world, then senior year was a breeze. But I wasn't one of those people. Ella Mayfield was better than that. I wouldn't stop until I spoke the final words of my valedictorian speech.

After 30 minutes of trying and hopelessly failing to avoid thinking about school, I turned off the shower and stepped out into my cool room, towel wrapped around my pale skin.

I left the towel on and walked to my dresser to check my phone. It was buzzing when I picked it up, and I clicked the 'answer' button.

"Hello?"

"Elllllllllll heyyyyy," Josefine's voice droned out of the receiver.

"What's happened this time?" I sighed.

"You know me so well," Jo chuckled. "I'm in some deep shit. I just woke up in Jackson Finley's house.....I think."

"And how did you get there?"

"Well, damn, do you think I'd be calling if I remembered anything?"

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. "Yes, you need me to pick you up. Regardless of whether or not you remember anything, you'd still need a ride."

"Trueee," Jo always dragged out her vowels. Typical girl from the valley.

"Okay, text me the address," I complied. I would always be there for my best friend, regardless of the situation. "Be ready when I get there, Carter is coming home today with her über British boyfriend and I have to be home to greet the archduke and duchess of painfully perfect pairings. And unfortunately I'm not talking about Ralph Lauren and cashmere."

"Kay princess, sending you the address now. See you in five when I take my walk of shame."

"Can't wait!" I trilled sarcastically and ended the call.

I slipped on a ruffled Lululemon tennis skirt with a matching tank and an Adidas by Stella McCartney zip-up jacket. I reached for my Nike Frees, only to be met by nothing but air. I turned my attention towards my shoe shelves and realized that they were nowhere to be found. Must be on the stairs, I thought.

I ran downstairs, grabbing my keys and tennis shoes on the way out.

"Bye Mom, I'm leaving!" I shouted, running out the door.

I unlocked my Mercedes, hopped in, and shifted to drive. I mentally prepared myself for the beginning of one sure to be long-ass day.

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"Thank you, thank YOU!" Jo gushed. "His mom was downstairs. His MOM! She looked so confused. She asked who I was..."

"And? What did you say?" It was hard to be surprised by the situation. This happened at least once every month.

"A friend..." She frowned at my laugh. "What else was I supposed to say?! 'Hey I'm Jo and I just slept with your son'? You know I'm not one for first-impressions, but that would be miserable even for me. Goddamn, I've gotta stop doing this."