They Call Me Blades (Harry Styles)

Chapter 7

No one can confidently say that he will still be living tomorrow. -Euripides

"I literally hate you, Jax." I say while looking at him from my desk. He stands at the doorway of my office before third period officially starts, with the smuggest grin across his face.

"Well I literally hate you too, Lissa. And," He steps toward me and stares into my eyes, "I literally am taking  you the party tonight and you will literally have an awesome time. So be ready by eight." Jax says, poking me in the nose before going to his next class. 

 "I love you Jax, but you are infuriating!" I yell as he walks out the door and groan to myself, this is going to be a long night.

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"Ellis, come on! I'm not getting any younger down here!" I hear my foster brother yells from the living room. I stand in front of the mirror, taking one least look at my outfit. It's just a simple pair of black Jeans and a Sex Pistols shirt but I did try harder than usual, I even put a swipe of mascara on. I don't really care about what I look like most days, but I actually made on effort for tonight. In no way does this mean I want to go to this stupid party, but I guess it's not going to kill me if I humor Jax and at least try to enjoy it.

"You look pretty, Mouse." I hear her voice clear as day, but resist the urge to look for her, I know it wasn't real.

"I'm coming, Jax!" I shake myself out of my thoughts and head down the stairs.

"Finally. Jeeze I don't get girls and there endless preparation time." Jax says as I ascend the last step. I push at his shoulder a little making him laugh as we hop into his car.

"I promise, Lissa this is going to be fun." He says as were driving, and I give him a small smile. I how he's right.

It feels like more than an hours drive before we pull up to a long dirt road and I can't help the nerves building in my stomach.

"This is it." Jax says as a huge old house comes into view. The front yard is littered with cars and beer cans and music blasts from the interior. Jax grabs my butchered arm to pull me through a crowd and I wince in his grip. He notices and flashes me a look made up of apology and, more so, concern that I haven't stopped dragging the sharp edge; but he quickly recovers his composure.

We walk in the front doors, meeting the smell of liquor right away, like running into a brick wall. I look thought the sea of people, but none of them are familiar.

"These little get-togethers mostly consist of kids who graduated a year or two ago. There pretty much all at university just twenty minutes up the road." Jax tries to explain by shouting over the pounding music, I find it funny that he considers this small. I can barely squeeze through the waves of people to keep up with him. "Luke and his older brother Matt throw these things, this house has been in their family for a long time."

"My parents don't ever come here because this place is so run down, but Matty and I like it." Luke appears at Jax's side, juggling three red cups in his hands. "Here." He says, handing both Jax and I a cup of what appears to be beer. I try to protest that I don't want it, but it is shoved into my hand.

"Matty and I need your help with the keg outside." Luke says to Jax, he is about to refuse to stay with me, but I cut him off.

"I'll see you guys later, I'm going to go walk around for a while." I nod at the two boys and turn around. I should go try to find the kitchen and pour out this drink.

I maneuver around body after sweaty body, desperate for a little personal space. After what feels like fifty rooms full of hormonal teenagers grinding on each other, I finally find the kitchen.

I walk to the ancient looking sink, and pour the contents of my cup down the drain. I turn the knob on the faucet, only to be greeted with yellowish water. Of coarse.

"Here you go, beautiful." I turn around and a water bottle is placed in my hand. The generous donor is an older looking blond, with gauges bigger than my eyeballs and a painful looking bar in his nose. I manage shouting a thank you to him, and he smiles widely.

"I'm Logan." He stretches out his long arm and I shake it.

"Ellis."

HARRY'S POV

"Where are you going, boy?" My father slurs, slamming his tumbler of bourbon on the table and tapping the ash off of his cigar. 

"I'm going out." I say, while grabbing my leather jacket from the coat rack.

"I didn't tell you that you could 'go out' Harry. I make the rules in this house and I say that you can walk your ass back to your room." He stands up from his chair and stalks toward me.

"Back the fuck off Max!" I shout at him and he backs off slightly scared, but quickly recovers thanks to his intoxicated state.

"You will not talk to me in that way! I am your father!" He lunges at me, the lit end of his cigar making contact with my lower arm.

"Hey! Are you even listening to me?" The overly pierced girl standing in front of me grabs me out of my thoughts. I was too engrossed in the memory of what happened only a few hours ago to realize she was still talking.

"Sorry, what?" I try to remember what she said but come up pathetically blank, making her groan in aggravation.

"Dick." She scoffs and stalks away, that was a bust. It doesn't really matter all that much that she walked away, there are plenty of other horny collage girls here. I look upon the sea of tight leather skirts and nose rings to find another suitable shag to take to one of the dusty bedrooms upstairs.

Just as I spot a suitable pink haired girl my eyes catch onto something, rather someone, familiar. A pair of contrasting eyes and long shaggy blonde hair that I see everyday after practice to wrap my knee. She is known by everybody at school (save the soccer team) as Blades, for reasons I recently found out. But I know her as Ellis. Ellis is the girl that the football, er soccer, guys love but rarely talk to outside of practice. Ellis is the girl that sings in her office, whether she's alone or not. Ellis is the girl that has invaded my thoughts for an unknown reason ever since we were formally introduced that afternoon at practice. For some reason that I may never know, she is extremely intriguing. Intriguing not in a lustful way or even in a "school-boy-crush" type of way; but a way none the less.

In the midst of not so sneakily staring, I notice the boy standing adjacent to her side, and about spit out the water I just sipped. Logan.

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SORRY IF THIS SUCKED BUT I JUST WANTED TO GET IT OUT THERE BC I HAVEN'T UPDATED SINCE LIKE LAST YEAR BECAUSE I'M A SHIT HUMAN BEING. ITS NOT EDITED YET EITHER SO JUST BARE WITH ME.

P.S. IF YOU'RE READING THIS . . . I LOVE YOU.

-DELIA