Rebel (One Direction Fan Fiction)

First Day

"Good morning Lilly." Zayn greeted. I looked over at him and said,

"Morning." I really wasn't in the mood to talk. This morning when I was in the shower, Harry walked in and stole my clothes. I yelled at him, but he didn't come back. So I finished my shower, did my hair and makeup, then wrapped a towel aroung myself and went behind Harry. He hadn't noticed me so I went up to his ear and whispered 'boo.' He literally flipped the fuck out. It was hilarious. He dropped my clothes when I scared him and I took that as my chance to grab them and run. I got to the bathroom before he could comprehend what had happened. So I got dressed and went out to the 'living room.'

"Sorry about Harry this morning. He can be a dick sometimes." Zayn said. I raised my eyebrows.

"Sometimes? More like all the time." I said. He snorted, but then Harry came out and he stopped.

"Yo asshat, how'd you sleep?" I asked. He just looked at me and glared.

"I would've slept better if I got that cookie last night." I rolled my eyes and yelled,

"GET OVER IT. It was a fucking cookie." I smirked at him so he knew it was more than just a cookie. He just rolled his eyes and got some poptarts.

"Hey, can you make me some too?" I asked knowing what the answer would be.

"Yea, sure." He replied with a smirk. I squinted my eyes at him and said,

"Nevermind. I don't want herpes or something." Then Niall and Liam walked out, talking.

"Morning guys. How'd you sleep?" I asked politely. Harry scoffed, but I ignored him.

"Good." They said in sync. I smiled at them.

"Do you want something to eat Lilly? I can make some more waffles?" Liam asked.

"No thanks. I'm good." I ate too much yesterday so I'm not gonna eat for a few days. I do it all the time so it's not like I'm going to die. Yet.

"You sure?" He asked. I nodded and said,

"I'm good." I started reaching for the remote, but couldn't quite get it and just as I was about to, Harry came and took it.

"Fuck you, Harry." I said through my teeth. He smirked at me and said the dumbest thing he could ever say,

"You wish." I started busting up laughing. I couldn't help it. That was the funniest thing he has said the entire time I've known him. After about 3 minutes of me laughing Louis came out and asked,

"What's so funny?" I looked at him and replied while giggling,

"Harry thinks I, want, to fuck him." Then I started laughing again. Louis just laughed a little and went to the fridge.

"Lilly, are you going to just laugh forever?" Niall asked.

"I might." I said. I laughed for another good minute or so and then stopped.

"That was hilarious. Thank you Harry." I said. Harry just rolled his eyes and continued watching whatever the fuck he was watching. I got up and started walking to the bathroom.

"Where are you going?" Harry asked. I looked at him wierdly and said,

"None of your fucking buisness." I kept walking and went into the bathroom. Once I got in, I locked the door. I stood in front of the mirror and stared at myself. After a while, I started to cry. Sometimes I just like to be alone and think. But when I think, I start crying. I just start to wonder; why did I have to leave my friends? Why did my dad have to leave? Why did my mom turn into a bitch and start hating me? Everything in my life is just so fucked up and Harry isn't helping one fucking bit. He just makes me feel even worse. I looked down at my exposed arm and looked at my scars. The last time I cut was about 2 months ago. I've been doing it since 8th grade. No one knows though. Everyone just thinks of me as the rebel who doesn't give a fuck about anything. Most of the time, that's true. But when I'm in my room, alone and have nothing to do, but think, I let my walls come down and just let myself get everything out. If I didn't I think I would explode. In the middle of my thoughts, there was a knock. My eyes widened and I heard Harry's voice say,