Harry's P.O.V
I sighed and watched the game with my closest friends, the black and white ball being kicked above the the other players heads and the possession of the ball being changed back and forth between teams. My sister, Courtney, lying with her head on my lap, watching the football game with complete interest. Honestly, I haven't been paying much attention. It's something I haven't been looking much into with any interest.
From the corner of my eyes, I saw Louis and his sister, Chriss, start throwing popcorn at each other without looking at each other, his best friend, Kitty, had partial attention towards them and chuckling when one of them missed completely.
Next to Louis, my blonde friend, Niall, was playing around with his little sister, Jasmine. They weren't paying much attention to the game, but peered over their shoulders every once and a while to see how the game is progressing. Lilly, his dark haired best friend, was keeping track of who was winning, well, trying at least. She was zoned into the game until the two got her attention long enough to put a score. I think they're playing Sorry.
Next to me is Zayn, his younger sister or only ten minutes, Makalia and his closest friend before us, Gabby, was watching the game. Zayn wasn't paying as much attention, he has a sketch pad and was drawing with a Sharpie a cartoon football player preparing to kick the ball, his tongue half out to show he was completely focused. Makalia sometimes glanced at the sketch pad and looked away before she got caught, a constant habit with her. She always wanted to know what he was drawing and it would attract her attention often. Gabby is completely engrossed into the game unlike the twins are.
The last ones in the room are sitting on the floor. Liam, his younger sister by 11 months, Jessica or as he calls her, just to annoy her sometimes, Jessie, from the Toy Story Saga. Tara, his best friend, is eating popcorn and passing the two siblings the bowl at some points. Jess, which I started calling her when we met, was poking her brother's cheek. I have no idea why. Liam knew what she was doing so he glanced at her and shook his head. She pulled on a small pout and turned back to the telly.
After a while, the break came on, causing my closest friend, Zara, stand up and stretch. "Jesus, what time is it?"
Liam grabbed his phone from his pocket and frown, "10:30."
"Fucking a." Zara groaned, "I have to go."
Makalia gave her a curious look, "Why?"
"I have work in the morning, tomorrow's Friday and something tells me I need to get up early and get ready for the rush tomorrow night." She grabbed her dark jacket from her chair, frowning at the floor, "I swear, if I'm not at that bar tomorrow, Jake will have my ass."
"Then I'll sock him in the mouth is he says anything he shouldn't." I stated, turning my gaze to meet her dark brown eyes.
"Harold, I swear to God, if you do that, I'll get fired and you'll go prison for assault."
"Your point being," I said, moving my hand in a circular motion to get her to continue her explination.
She huffed and looked at me, "Harry-"
"Fine. I'm just saying."
She rolled her eyes and gave me a swift hug before smiling down at my younger sister who was still lying on my lap, "I'm guessing you're comfortable?"
Courtney looked up at her, her green eyes shining into hers, "I'm just tired." It's haunting how much look like her. She has the same curls, the same slightly tanned skin and dimples. The differences are that her hair has more natural browns mixed into the curls like caramel brown, chocolate brown, tannish brown, mainly all of them turned into her curls. Her green eyes are dark, but it has brighter greens placed into them, lighter greens creating her iris', which are currently clouded over in exhaustion.
"You might want to take her up."
"Yeah, that's pretty much what I'm planning to do." I stated, stroking her hair and messing with her curls a little bit. I always tend to do that with her hair when I'm bored. It used to bug her but she got used to it.
Lilly stood up and stretched also, "I have to leave too. I have the 9 a.m. shift and I don't think my boss would be pleased if I came in late again. I already got in trouble for it."
"Yeah, I have to leave too," Tara said, lifting herself up off the floor.
"Yeah, I have to work at the music store tomorrow, early shifts."
Kitty frowned and nodded, "Me too."
All of us nodded and let them go off to their own houses. I helped my sister to her feet and guilded her to her room, since fatigue was apparently setting in for her. She had one arm draped over my shoulder as I brought her to her room. When she walked in, she turned to me and gave a small smile, "Night Haz."
I smiled at her and pat her head, "Goodnight sis." I shut the door to her room and traveled back downstairs. Everyone was still down there, focusing on the last 10 minutes of the game. I chuckled and walked into the room and knocked on the wall, earning everyone's attention, "I'm going to head to bed."
A frown was pulled on Louis' face, "You'll miss the rest of the game."
"I know, you can tell me what happens tomorrow." They nodded. I walked upstairs into my room and shut my door. I pulled off my tee-shirt to see the tattoos that lined across my chest and stomach and crawled up my arms. Yet, I didn't mind them, I had some that crossed my back too, I only have a few left spots left to cover. Some people find it intimidating to have so many tattoos, hell, I have a couple piercings, one on my lip, some on my ear. I don't really care.
At home, I'm a good guy, I respect my friends, I protect my sister, even though she's 17 I honestly don't care, she's my sister and always will be, and I try my hardest to be the best for my sister, to make her happy, it's all I want. I drink, I smoke a little, I'm just like the boys. I'm like a lot of people. Other people only see the tattoos and piercings, that's all they see.
What would they think of people with tattoos and piercings, if they actually talk to us?
I go to sleep wondering that, sleeping facing towards my paritally opened window, the question bouncing in my mind.
I never knew that the very question would be answered.
Sooner then I expected.
