Salute » Harry Styles

Chapter 3

∞ Chapter 3 ∞

"What are you girls doing here?" I whisper as Puppy Dog Eyes, Sea-Green Eyes and the Curly Haired Bitch talk amongst each other. They're both in more comfortable clothing, Eleanor in a white sweater with black jeans and Jesy in a black sweater that says 'HYPER' and black jeans. Their hair is brushed and clean as well, falling in loose curls on their shoulders.

"Apparently they're all friends," Jesy whispers back, gesturing to the three bitches talking to each other.

"Did they make you do anything?" I ask lowly, not wanting the bitches to hear. The girls shake their heads.

"The bitch tried, but he didn't do shit," Eleanor says nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders.

"All right, we'll discuss it later," the Curly Haired Bitch tells Puppy Dog Eyes and Sea-Green Eyes. They nod, grabbing Jesy and Eleanor by the wrists harshly.

"Let's go have some fun, Slut," Sea-Green Eyes says to Eleanor. Puppy Dog Eyes cackles with him. The Curly Haired Bitch shuts the door hard, staring down at me as he takes a swig from the bottle of vodka in his hand. The intoxicating stench of the alcohol surrounds his presence, causing me to scrunch my face up in disgust.

"Is it bothering you, darling?" the Curly Haired Bitch asks sarcastically. I roll my eyes at him, which only angers him.

"Watch those fucking pretty eyes. Because when I'm done with you, you won't have them anymore," he hisses, grabbing a fistful of my hair. He pulls down on my hair, causing me to look up at him. My fists tighten into balls as my knee comes in contact with his crotch. Hard.

The vodka bottle drops to the floor, the brown liquid splattering as the glass shards scatter across the white floor. The Curly Haired Bitch looks at me with hateful eyes as he holds his crotch in his hand. I give him a sarcastic smile with a small shrug. I then crouch down next to him, coming eye level with him, ignoring his glare.

"Watch those fucking pretty eyes. Because when I'm done with you, you won't have them anymore," I say, mocking his own words. I stand to my feet, flicking my hair off of my shoulder as I walk up the stairs. Gemma is standing at the hallway, looking at me in disbelief and relief.

"I can't believe you just did that!" Gemma exclaims, hugging me tightly in surprise. I chuckle, hugging her even tighter.

"Let's just say, no matter whom it is, I won't take anyone's shit," I say with a shrug. She chuckles, smiling all the way.

"Here, I'll show you your room," Gemma says, taking my wrist lightly in her hand as she leads me to a lavender colored room. It's a decent size room, being not too big or too small. There is a queen size bed with a purple duvet lying on the bed. A chest of drawers stands beside it, a onesie lying on top of it. A closet is on the other side of the bed, it already open as it reveals many pieces of clothing hanging on the rack.

"Wow... thank you. This is honestly too much," I say, shaking my head. Gemma grins.

"No, mum and I insisted on you having a good room," she says.

"Thanks, Gemma. I mean it. This means... so much," I say, embracing her in another hug. She rubs my back and kisses my head.

"Now get some sleep, love," she says, leaving the room and allowing me to get situated in the room. I change into the onesie that is on the chest, stripping out of my current clothes. I change into the onesie, smiling at the turquoise clothing that has a white bow and 'JADE' written out in white as well. I pull the clothing on before curling up underneath the purple duvet.

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I open my eyes, squinting through the shining sunlight that cascades through the window. I sit upright, not wanting to get up. Why do beds have to be so comfortable, warm and cozy to the point where you do not want to get up?

I swing my legs over and off of the bed, my feet coming in contact with the cold floor. I cringe at the cold floor. Why are the floors so cold in the morning?

I walk out of the room and into the bathroom. I brush my teeth and hair —which is something I could get used to —and walk down the stairs into the kitchen, not caring that I am still in my onesie.

"Good morning, love," Anne says sweetly, smiling at me as she cooks breakfast from the stove. She places two slices of bread on a plate along with some other foods I cannot identify.

"Can you go wake Gemma up? She's always late when she does wake up by herself," Anne asks, rolling her eyes in playful annoyance. I smile and nod, exiting the kitchen as I walk up the stairs. As I pass by the many rooms upstairs, I notice another room wide open. It just so happens to be the Curly Haired Bitch's room. I look into the room, to see him awake with his hair in all different directions. He is in a white button up shirt, black dress pants, dress shoes and a tie that is definitely not done right.

"Fuck," he curses under his breath. I sigh, deciding to be kind and actually help him.

"Do you need some help there?" I ask with a raised brow. The Curly Haired Bitch raises his head from the tie, looking at me. He nods and I walk into the rather large bedroom. I pull the black tie apart, tying it correctly. All the while, I feel his emeralds burning through my head as I bow my head down. Due to his tall height, it gives him an advantage to stare me down with his lean body towering over me. I finish, patting the black material down.

"There," I say, stepping away from the Curly Haired Bitch.

"T-thanks," he says, stuttering slightly. I shrug and walk out of the room. I look through the bedrooms, looking for a blonde head sleeping in one of the beds. I find Gemma, sleeping in a room with green walls. I grab one of her pillows and smack her with it. She groans, turning the other way.

"Gemma! Up!" I order, hitting her once more. She sits upright, shielding herself from my hits with her forearm.

"All right! I'm up!" Gemma says, chuckling slightly as she pushes a blonde strand of hair away from her face. She sticks her tongue out immaturely at me, causing me to laugh loudly.

"Anne wants you," I say, tossing the pillow to the side.

"My mum wants me? Ew," Gemma jokes, scrunching her face up in disgust. I roll my eyes at her dirty joke, chuckling softly. She pushes the white duvet off of her body, situating herself at the edge of the bed. "How did you sleep?"

"I can definitely assure you that I have never slept like that in my entire life," I say, shaking my head while I grin. Gemma returns the favor, standing to her feet. Before we can walk out of the door, the Curly Haired Bitch stands by the doorframe, his hand holding him up as he touches the frame. Gemma and I stop immediately.

"I need to have a talk with Jade," he hisses, eyeing me. Gemma gulps, looking at him fearfully.

"If you need to talk to her, I'll be here with her," Gemma says, standing up to her —mind I say —little brother. He glares at her and grabs her by the wrist, pulling her out the room harshly. I gape at the sight. What the fuck is wrong with him?!

The Curly Haired Bitch closes the door behind him, locking it afterwards. Before I can lose my shit on him, he pushes me against the wall, pinning my wrists to my side. I struggle against his iron grip. The Curly Haired Bitch lowers his head to my ear, his warm breath fanning over my skin.

"You should learn to never help me. Because I don't need your fucking help."