the pretty ugly - harry styles

t h r e e

ANNIE SNORED LIGHTLY as I laid wedged beneath my comforter below my darkened ceiling. My room was terribly cold, causing me to throw on an extra pair of wool socks in hopes to remove the chill.

With my mind, I can never ignore something. I'm a constant worrier who reflects on everything time and time again. And with this curse, my mind instantly began to ponder the events that had happened tonight.

Normally I don't do these types of things. I don't go to parties, I don't socialize, and I don't get myself in situations with boys. But somehow, I managed to do all three of those things.

If I had a diary, this entry would be at least ten pages. Too bad I'm not twelve anymore.

"How are you feeling," a whisper interrupts my thought.

My eyes adjust to the hallway light. Kyle's leaning against the doorway to my room.

"I'm okay," I whisper back. Without waking Annie, I slither my way out underneath the set of blankets.

I follow behind my brother as he leads me to the love seat that sits at the end of our hallway. The moon light flowed through the window falling over his face as we both sat down. I stared back at Kyle with a guilty look.

"Thank you," I mutter while fiddling with the waistband of my sweatpants. "You didn't have to pick me up."

"Yes I did. Who else were you gonna call, mom?" We both giggle in unison, keeping our laughs to a hushed tone.

"Shhh," I say within a chuckle. The last thing we wanted was our parents waking up. "I guess you're right."

I stare back as my brother tries to fix the mess that is his hair. His blonde locks were meshed together as if he had just rolled out of bed. In his defense, he did. About an hour ago.

"How's Annie?" He questions while running his fingers through the top of his head.

"She's fine. Asleep."

"I'm sorry about me and that kid," he adds.

"Harry?" Just saying mystery boy's name out loud felt like word vomit.

"I didn't mean to cause a scene. He just really pisses me off." Just talking about him made Kyle's eyebrows scrunch together.

"Why?" I was curious to know why Harry bothered my brother so much. But then again, it didn't surprise me. From what I gathered based on my one experience with the kid, he seemed like a pretty big douche bag.

"Don't get me started," my brother brushes me off.

"Please? I wanna know."

"There's nothing to know. Just don't talk to him, okay?"

"Clearly something happened if he gets this much of a rise out of you." It seemed to me that Kyle and Harry had history.

"It's just, he's not a good guy," my brother hesitated.

"Not a good guy....how?"

"Ugh, Sydney," Kyle groaned.

"C'mon Kyle, tell me," I plead.

"He doesn't have the best intentions."

"Be more specific," getting Kyle to talk was like pulling teeth.

"He sleeps around, Syd. He's rude, uses girls, and cares for no one but himself."

"Uses girls?" That part had caught my attention.

"Remember Nessa?" I could tell just by saying her name upset Kyle.

"Of course I remember Nessa."  Nessa had been one of my brother's best friends since freshman year of high school. I had never seen such an inseparable pair of friends before she came around.