"Perrie Louise Edwards, you asshole!"
The blonde groaned indignantly, clearly aggravated by the unexpected disturbance. She was up 'til 1 in the morning doing nothing so it wasn't a surprise. Plus, she isn't a morning person at all.
"Shut it, Styles! Just because Louis didn't shove up his asshole for you doesn't mean you have to rant about mine."
She heard rushed footsteps behind the door and soon after was a loud thud. "Get up, dim-wit! Mum's waiting for you downstairs. It's breakfast time!"
Perrie grunted in annoyance before getting up and throwing a sweatshirt over her head, since it's nearly December, piles of snow could be seen outside the window.
Where was she? In her own house. Until her family decided to come down and see her until Christmas which really to be honest irritated her. Not that she doesn't want them to be here. It's just she was used to being alone.
Well anyway, Harry is her step brother. Right after her dad died due to cardiac arrest, her mum decided to marry another guy and that was Harry's dad, who happens to be her mum's first love. They got together for a year and decided to marry then. Perrie was a year older than him and since then, the two were inseparable. They fight occassionally, or whenever they have to, but never really went down hill. Just some stupid stuffs about things that eventually be laughed about at the end of the day. Perrie was really protective over her brother and vise versa. But right now, he's being a pain in the ass.
"I have my little spider out here if ever you decided to murder me." Harry called out.
Perrie gritted her teeth. "You better put that tarantula away while you can , you doofus!"
She heard a light chuckle and fading of footsteps which meant Harry was already away.
"Stupid Harry." Perrie mumbled, opening the door and going downstairs.
"Stupid night. Stupid feelings. Stupid love." She sighed and went to join her family on the table.
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"So, how's work?" Perrie's mum asked, taking a bite on her pancake. Robin, Harry's dad, left for work already so it's just the three of them gathered around the kitchen table.
"Eh. Don't wanna talk about it." Perrie said impassively.
Harry snickered. "Oh c'mon sis. Don't you wanna talk about that sexy secretary of yours? Or that hot babe you met yesterday? You should let loose, Pez." The curly haired boy said, smiling, showing his annoyingly perfect dimples.
"Nah. Tons of paperworks awaited for me and you're talking about loosening up? So much for 'stop hoeing around, Perrie'."
Harry and Debbie laughed, causing another wave of persecution to course through the blonde's nerves.
"Baby, you know Hazza is right. You shouldn't bury your head in your work. You've been really dedicated to it since... you know, and doesn't really gave time about loosening up a bit."
Perrie frowned, already saw it coming.
"It's time, Perrie. You should enjoy your life. You're 25 and you haven't even had girlfriend since your last break up which was like what.. five years ago? Move on, girl."
Harry looked at her intently, wanting to see her reaction about their mum wanting her to get over.
Harry cleared his throat. "Mum's right. I've someone I know. She's single. I can plan a date for yo-"
"I don't want a girlfriend. Excuse me." Perrie put her utensils down, dabbed her mouth with a napkin and got up. She went straight to the living room and bore herself from watching tv series. She doesn't want to talk about those stuffs. It's better this way. Single. Work. Eat. Sleep. Repeat.
