Piercing Green (A Harry Styles Love Story)

"Can we please go to your house this time? Please?"

Rachel's static-y voice over the phone was so loud that everyone in my living room could hear it. I had to pull my cell away from my ear and lower the volume.

"No. We always go to my house. Let's just go to yours for once. I'll bring Nutella."

"But Dez-"

"You're not getting that Nutella unless I go over. Or my Oreos."

A breif silence, then she returned.

"Alright, fine. Need a ride?"

"Yessum."

"I'll be there in 20."

I pressed 'END' as she finished her last sentence. "Mom, I'm going to-"

"Yes, honey, I heard."

"Oh, okay. I loooove you, mommy." I said, leaning over to the other side of the couch and kissing her cheek. "I love you too, sweetums." She replied, continuing to channel surf on our flat screen TV.

I sat back, and began texting another friend.

"Tell Rachel I said she's crazy." My brother came cascading down the stairs, a smirk plastered on his face. "I think she knows already." I laughed, as he jumped over the final step and ran into the kitchen. "DON'T YOU DARE EAT MY COCOA PUFFS, I WILL STAB YOU." I screamed, lifting my finger up and pointing to him, adding in a death glare. "Lordy lord, what have we here? A pissed off Desirae? Quite the entertainment." I rolled my eyes and disreguarded his statement. He is so full of it.. ugh. "Love you too."

"Oh, and mum?" He said, his mouth already full of cereal. "The boys are coming over for a bit in about an hour. Is that alright?"

"Mhm," my mom mumbled, not bothering to remove her eyes from the screen. Jersey Shore is hypnotizing, apparently. I just think it's plain stupid. "Thanks, mummay!" He gobbled up the rest of his cereal, put the bowl in the sink, and ran back upstairs. "Phew," I sighed, wiping pretend sweat off my forehead. "I thought I was gonna have to stay here with them."

His normal Saturday routine consisted of inviting his friends over, annoying me, and going out to night clubs here in Miami, with his jet-black hair being perfectly combed into a quiff after many hours of styling and too much hairspray.

I sprung up, realizing that 10 minutes had already gone by, and I wasn't even ready for Rachel to come.  I jogged up the stairs as fast as I could, my hand sliding against the black railing, not even caring that my flip flops were making a huge banging noise against the hardwood steps.

"What to wear, what to wear..." I whispered to myself. "Oh, here we go." I threw on a red front-tied shirt, a pair of jeans, my white converse, and my favorite bag, which just happened to match. My hair was put up in a messy bun. Light make-up will do, since I'm not sure if we'll go anywhere. We usually do. (x)

My phone vibrated on my vanity, scaring me half to death. It was a text from Rachel. 'I'm out front, loser. <3'. Running to end of the hallway, I realized that I had no money. "Shit," I spat. I quickly spun around, quietly stepped into my brother's room, and grabbed 45 dollars that just happened to be lying on his dresser. Afer a couple seconds, he noticed and got up from his laptop. "Hey! Give it back!"

"Sorry, big bro! Gotta go!"

Grabbing the Nutella and Oreos, I said my last farewell to my mother as I raced out the front door.

"What took you so long, my god!" Rachel yelled, with a smile on her face as she saw me approaching her blue convertible. "I brought stuff, just in case we go somewhere." I held up the Oreos and Nutella, Rachel letting out a sigh of relief.

Now that I was sitting in the vehicle, she decided to rant on about her trip to the dollar tree, the cute boys she had seen there, the guy that worked there had beautiful light blue eyes, but how my brother is always going to be her one true love.

"Rachel, get this through your head," I shook her shoulders as I spoke. We were at a red light.

"Zayn will never be your husband."

"You don't know what the future holds!"

"No, Rachel, please. Don't ever date my brother. That's way too awkward."

Rachel continued her speech on how things change, boys change, feelings change, and then somehow ended up on the topic of this amazing resturaunt that serves fried chicken. "Oh, I know where it was! It was at that really cool outside mall place area thingy. Look it up, and lehgoo."

"Alright, sure. I've got forty-five bucks to blow. I'm filthy stinkin rich." I laughed, then pulled out my phone as she remained focused on the road. As habit, I had twitter opened up first. "Scroll scroll scroll." I murmured, then went to Google to get the address. "It's called Pembroke Gardens. It's about 25 minutes away from here." "LESS DO ETT!" And with that, we drove on, blasting Y100, wind in our hair.

What I had failed to realize was that I scrolled right past a tweet.

A tweet written by the one and only, Harry Styles.

 "@Harry_Styles: @NiallOfficial loves his snapbacks! Having a great time in America. x #PembrokeGardens #Lids"