I'm a Rebel (Larry Stylinson: family)

Chapter 2

I yawned, stretching out my limbs. With my eyes peeking open, they stung at the daylight seeping through the curtains, and itched to be closed again. I ignored the urge to fall back asleep, getting up and walking to the bathroom.

My hair was pointing in all sorts of directions, my eyes had bags beneath them, and a drool stain was on the left of my lips. I was still in the clothes I'd worn yesterday, looking like a hot mess.

"Jamie, showered and dressed within twenty minutes. Your uncles will be here soon." Dad banged on the bedroom door.

"Yeah." I muttered, hopping in the shower.

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I walked out, wearing grey sweats, green fluffy Ugg boots, a loose blue tee-shirt and a colourful winter beanie. I usually wore some odd fashion pieces and mixed them together, creating what my fathers call a 'closet throw up'.

Daddy was out the back, giving the barbeque, while Dad was playing with the twins in the garden.

Darcy sat at the backyard table, texting on her phone, she glanced at me, and bursted out laughing, "The closet monster threw up on Jamie again!"

I rolled my eyes at her, "For your information, its called style!"

"Style? Please, you look like you've licked the end of the rainbow." She smirked.

Daddy chuckled at me, "Seriously, Jamie?"

I huffed, "You're too young, and you're too old to understand style!" I stomped over to the club house built in the back, sitting on one of the beanbags.

They'll never understand my fashion. I for one, love my look. Why do they have to judge me? This is exactly why I can't be gay, because they'll do stuff like this and nitpick at me.

Dad knocked on the wood, before crouching to come inside.

I glared at him as he sat across from me.

"You know Daddy and Darcy were joking, right?" He smiled at me.

I rolled my eyes at him, "They're just jealous cause they look stupid." I crossed my arms.

Dad shook his head, "What does it matter how anyone looks, Jamie? You always get dramatic over simple things like this. You're such a diva."

"Are you implying I'm gay or something!?" I spat.

Dad furrowed his brows, "I said Diva, not man lover... what's wrong with you? You've been acting so silly these past months, with the drinking and partying last night-."

"I was just having fun." I cut him off, looking at the wall.

"No, you were getting yourself in trouble. Its a seek of attention, and you should know that Daddy and I are always here for you, whatever the issue is." Dad smiled.

"Good for you." I got up, walking out of the cubby house and back towards the barbeque.

The back door opened, and Uncle Niall, Zayn and Liam walked out with their kids.

Liam had his daughters, Alexis, 11, Leah, 17 and son, Bailey, 18. I didn't get on too well with Bailey, he kind of picked on me a lot. Liam was a single father, who's wife passed away last year. It was sad, she was an amazing woman.

Niall and Zayn had their kids, Emma, 3, Kayla, 8, Dylan, 16, and Josh, who's 18 and oh so freaking sex-shit, shut up.

Why do I have to think he looks good? I mean, he probably thinks I'm weird because I'm staring, shit, why am I even staring? Why can't I look away?

"Are you googly eyed for Josh?" Daddy asked, nudging me.

I snapped my eyes in horror at him, "Are you sick!?" I accidentally shouted.

Daddy gave me a look of hurt while everyone raised their brows in confusion.

I blushed, awkwardly walking to the table.

"Alexis! Kayla!" Darcy squealed, running over to the girls, and hugging them.

Dad and Daddy greeted Liam, Zayn and Niall happily, while Bailey, Dylan, Leah and Josh sat at the table.

"What's up with the look today?" Leah smiled at me.

"A warm winter style." I smiled.

"You dress like its just thrown on." Bailey smirked.

I ignored him, shrugging. Josh smiled at me, licking his lips.

"You look great." He chuckled, but it sounded like a mocking laugh.

I bit my bottom lip, glancing at the table.

Emma, Mitch and Kyle were placed in a play pen so they didn't run off, while our parents began setting the table.

Bailey and Dylan started talking about some game on PS3, while Leah and Josh began chatting about some Uni classes.

I never got into Uni, since I didn't do so well in homeschooling, or normal school.

"Jamie?" Daddy leant down beside my ear, whispering, "I want to ask you about before..."

"There's nothing to ask, you asked a stupid question..." I stated. a few people glanced up from the tables, probably half listening to us, since Daddy sucked at whispering.

"You acted a little homophobic-"

"I'm homophobic because I said that?" I asked, frowning.

"No of course not." Daddy smiled sadly, "It just hurt the way you said it."

"You're homophobic?" Bailey asked, causing everyone to look at me, the place seeming to become silent.

I felt small as all eyes landed on me.

"My parents are both gay, how am I homophobic?" I asked, blushing.

"You didnt choose your parents, So do you hate gay people?" Bailey raised a brow.

I scoffed, "I'm not getting in this conversation right now."

"Jake, are you or aren't you?" Dad asked, disappointed.

I most certainly am not, I just don't want to be gay myself, does not make me a homophobic prick.

Everyone looked at me, expectant of an answer.

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