The Story of Us-- One Direction/ Harry Styles Fanfiction

Chapter Three - Messy

Chapter Three - Messy

      The moment we walked back into the house, I began to beat Taylor vigorously. He raised his hands over his head, squealing in pain as I punched and slapped every part of his body I could get to. 

      "YOU FUCKING IDIOT! WHY? WHY DID I HAVE TO BE STUCK WITH SUCH A STUPID, STUPID BROTHER?" I screamed. 

      "Hey, hey, stop! Charlotte, ouch, that hurts! OW, THAT'S MY HAIR!" Taylor cried. The door swung open and in walked Vic, holding a small broom and a dustpan full of glass. 

      "HEY, HEY, CUT IT OUT! NOW! CHARLOTTE, LET YOUR BROTHER GO!" Vic yelled, tearing me away from Taylor while my arms were still flailing. He set me down and put his arms between us. I was basically shaking with fury while Taylor rubbed his head in pain.

      "Why the head, Char?" he groaned.

      "That's where you're the softest..." I growled. Vic tried to hide his smirk but it wasn't working out too well. He cleared his throat and glanced between us both.

      "First things first; who broke the damn window again?" Vic demanded. I looked down in shame as Taylor pointed to me like a little ten year old brat.

      "She did it!"

      "Honestly, how do you even have a penis?" I asked.

      "Charlotte, that's not nice!" Vic scolded. I shrugged mindlessly.

      "Oh come on, pops, you know you've been wondering the same damn thing for the past twenty two years." I said, sticking my tongue out at Taylor. 

      "Hey, you leave my penis out of this." Taylor said, jamming a finger in my face. I bit at him and he retracted his hand, freaked out. 

      "Why did you break the window again, Charlotte?" Vic asked, obviously wanting to change the subject. This time, I jabbed my finger at Taylor. 

      "Because that called me a smurf," I spat. Vic smirked again but this time, I wasn't playing around. Vic cleared his throat again and turned to Taylor. 

      "Taylor, you know you're not supposed to call your sister names." Then, Vic finally saw what he was doing. "Damn it, you are not ten years old anymore! I shouldn't be telling you all this! Charlotte, you will pay for the window. Taylor, you will refrain from calling your sister names and teasing her. You both need to grow up!" he hollered. Taylor and I looked at each other, eyes wide. I put my hand on Vic's shoulder. 

      "Well, I'll be damned, you can get mean. I'm proud of you, Vic." I said, tapping his cheek. "I'm off to Andy's." I walked right past them towards the front door. 

      "Andy has a girlfriend, Char. He's not interested in hanging out with you right now," Taylor said. 

      "Shut your trap, tool." I called back, closing the door behind myself as I headed down the street. Andy, or Andreas, lived about three houses down from me. We had been best friends ever since we were toddlers. He was Greek and had four brothers as well as two sisters, one was married, and the other was studying abroad. His mother was so used to me coming over, I didn't even have to knock anymore. But, just to be polite, I always gave two knocks before letting myself in. 

      "Mama, I'm home!" I called out playfully. Andy's older brother, Paris, stuck his head out of the kitchen and smiled at me. 

      "There she is!" He ran to me, giving me a great hug. "I was wondering when you'd come by. Saw you talking to those British guys," Paris boomed in his deep voice. I shrugged and followed him into the kitchen where one of those British guys was sitting in a chair, eating some food. It was the Arab. He gave me a cheerful smile and then his jaw dropped open.