BLUE: AHarryStylesFanfic

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(Ezra Miller is Noah Felix)

(Side note: I am giving Ezra Millers character tattoos, so basically a 'punk' edit.)

.Harry.

Waking up in the middle of the night, I looked at the fan above my bed. Derek's right, jetlag is a b***h. It's nearly two in the morning. I didn't want to stay here and hope to fall asleep, so I got up and got dressed. Grabbing my phone, I headed down the stairs and to the safe that holds all car keys. I remember the code, so I typed it in and opened the door. There are at least fifteen keys in here. I grabbed one to the motorcycle before closing the safe and double-checking it's closed. Part of me wanted to keep it unlocked out of spite. I know he's my biological dad, but he was never my father. Anyone can be a dad, but not everyone can be a father. Putting on a helmet, I ignited the bike before I took off. I guess I'll get to know the city if I'm going to be trapped here. My mum acts like I can't fly back home at all. Part of me wants to out of spite, but the other doesn't want to go to jail. I know she'll call the cops on me, I know she would.

I came across a park, and it was quiet. Taking a walk couldn't hurt. Parking the bike, I stepped on to a trail. There was only one street light, but a lot of the bushes and even some trees had decorative lights on them. Are these people trying to plan for Christmas already? If so, then this place is weird, after all. Tomorrow, I mean today I'll go around town to get myself familiar with the city and its street names.

"Fancy seeing you around here." A voice broke out, startling me. This time, I know who it belongs to, so I rolled my eyes.

"Lucky me," I said, facing Blue. She had a blunt in her hands.

"What brings you here in the middle of the night?" She asked, picking up a beer bottle. I chuckled to myself because my mum sent me here to get back on track, but she sent me to a girl somewhat like me.

"Are you deaf or something?" Blue asked.

"What?" I asked because I genuinely forgot.

"I said, what brings you here in the middle of the night?" She asked, getting off a picnic table.

"Jetlag," I said as she made her way over to me.

"I could ask you the same thing," I said, looking down at her.

"I have insomnia," She said, shrugging.

"It sucks, but at least I can get some peace more than ordinary sleeping people." She said, sipping on her beer.

"Is your insomnia authentic?" I asked, but in my defence, people say that and don't mean it.

"No, I thoroughly enjoy missing out on everyone's number one favourite thing to do." Her sarcastic remark made me roll my eyes.

"Good thing I have jetlag," I joked. Blue chuckled before looking up at me.

"Now, I don't have to suffer alone for three days," She sarcastically exclaimed. She came little closer as the street light shined over her. She doesn't mind getting attention based on the tight black mini leather skirt and her white silky spaghetti strap low cut top. She also had on pair of fishnet tights and a pair of black boots.

"What brought you here?" I asked. She never told me her real reason, and I want to know.

"To the park? Or to Texas?" Her pout like lips is a f*****g distraction.

"Texas," I said. God, she's hot.

"Doesn't concern you," She said, turning away.

"Oh yeah?" I called out, but she kept walking. Who the f**k does she think she is? Part of me feels compelled to follow her, and the other wants to throw my helmet at her for turning her back on me.

"Can I least give you a ride?" What a stupid thing to ask. I sound desperate and needy, and I've never felt like this before. I wouldn't say I like it; I want to go back to London and never return. Blue turned her head, shocking me. It's not like we don't live under the same roof either.

"Can you make a couple of stops on the way back?" Without thinking, I nodded. I don't know what the f**k I signed up for, but I hope it's better than sitting alone at the park all night.

"Great, let's go before my drug dealer kills me for not getting there on time," She said, making me freeze. Her what? I guess hers are just as bad as mine.

"Oh my god! I was kidding! I should've gotten your face on camera! That was priceless!" She laughs at me.

"That was not funny," I said, trying to fight the smile on my face.

"Yeah, it was, so let loose and laugh. It won't kill you." She tells me as I sit on the bike.

"Where the f**k are we going?" I asked impatiently.

"The Toms store." Is she joking?

"Are you fibbing?" I hope she is because she doesn't seem like the type to wear Toms.

"No, I'm not. I work there." She sounded dead serious.

"Go, or I'll find my own way." Blue is something else.

"You wear Toms?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yes, the boot's I'm wearing are Toms." She exclaimed as I look down at her boots. I didn't know Toms made boots. I thought she had on a new style of Dr Martens.

"Oh," I said as she sat behind me, and I gave her the helmet, even if it is too big.

"Isn't it closed? It's like two in the morning." What business does she have to be there in the middle of the night?

"No s**t, sherlock. You know what, never mind, I'll find my own way like I always do." She said, getting off the bike. She gave my helmet back and turned away. I may be an arsehole, but there is no hell in the way I'm letting her walk around at the crack of dawn, in the dark, by herself. Don't get me wrong, I don't give a flying f**k about anyone or anything, but if something happened to her, I wouldn't let myself get over it.

Igniting the engine, I took off catching up to her. Damn, she walks fast.

"Wait, I'm sorry," I said, making her look at me.

"Why? You have every right to feel sceptical. I mean, who asks people to give them a ride to a shop that's closed?" She is reading my mind.

"Don't take this the wrong way, but if I left you and something bad happened, I'd feel awful," I explained, but I am telling her the truth.

"Are you saying you like me, Hero?" She asked. My eyes widened as I choked on my air.

"No! What the f**k?" I tell her.

"I'm crushed," Her sarcastic answer made me want to drive off and make her take the f*****g bus.

"Don't make me leave you," I threatened.

"Awe, and make your guilty conscious go into overdrive?" She's on thin f*****g ice, and I want to throw my helmet at her and tell her to f**k off.

"Get on the f*****g bike," I demanded while handing her the helmet again. Giving in, she took it and got on the bike. I felt Blue wrap her frail arms around my waist before I kicked the stand and sped off. I vaguely remember seeing it on my way over to my jackass dad's house. I remember it because it looks like a f*****g cabin. The entire shop screams Hipster's wet dream. The main reason I know it's here, there's a tattoo shop called Southside Tattoo, and well, what can I say, I love tattoos.

Her arms held onto me tightly the entire ride. I hope I don't have to see her around often because wow, she's a b***h, a hot b***h, but a b***h none the less. Pulling up in front of the shop, she got off before I parked.

"You know, you're supposed to wait until I park. You know that, right?" I know she knows the answer, but she didn't say anything as her hand dipped into her skirt pocket. She pulled out a key and unlocked the door.

"Do you work here?" I asked. She didn't answer me again as I made my way up the stairs.

"No, wait out here." She sneered, her voice laced with panic. I put my hands up in defence as she opened the door and slammed it shut.

What a weird girl. I sat on the hammock the shop has out front and impatiently waited. Ten minutes passed and hasn't come back. I guess whatever she's doing is essential because who the f**k goes to a shop in the middle of the night and stays long? Most break in and come out at least two minutes later, but ten minutes is a long time. Is she robbing them? Probably not, but you never know.

Another ten minutes passed, and she's still in there. I'll wait five more minutes and then I'm leaving. In the meantime, I'm going to find a way to get out f*****g therapy. The only treatment I use is a bottle of rum and f*****g Xanax.

That's it. Bye, Blue. I got back on the bike and left her. I have a lot of sleep to catch up on. Getting back to my deadbeat jackass of a dad's house and parked the bike where I found it. I tossed the key back in the safe and went back to my room. If she gets mad, I'm not going to care, because I didn't know how long she will be in there.

I woke up for the second time today, and I felt worse because some arsehole is banging their fist on my bedroom door. I do not need this right now.

"Wait a minute!" I yelled. Before I could put some clothes on, the door opened.

"Why the f**k did you leave me?" Blue yelled, pissed off. Is she seriously asking why I left her? And does she care she's not wearing anything except a pair of lavender coloured panties and a skimpy tanktop? f**k, she's taunting me. Her creamy skin did not have a single flaw.

"Hey, dickwad! Did you hear me? Why the f**k did you leave me?" She yelled, making me regret agreeing to take her in the first place.

"Oh, I'm sorry, did you want me to spend the f*****g night on a goddamn hammock?" I snapped at her.

"You couldn't wait any longer?" She sneered.

"You didn't tell me what the f**k you were doing, so I did not have a proper time estimate, so excuse me if I wanted to leave." I do not have time to bicker with her.

"I don't have to tell you anything!" She yelled louder than me.

"Then I don't have to drive you around!" I fired back. I know I offered, but still, I didn't have to.

"I didn't ask you to do anything for me!" I know she's right, but I don't want to admit it out loud.

"So f**k off if you don't care so much!" I yelled while scrambling to find a pair of sweats. Does she have any boundaries?

"You told me you'd feel guilty if you left me!" She yelled, reminding me of my words.

"Shut up! If I knew you were going to be a b***h and not tell me s**t, then why should I stick around?" I said. She crossed hers and slowly walked up to me.

"Do not tell me to shut up, ever again. Got it?" Her voice sent chills down my spine and as cold as ice.

"Whatever, get the f**k out," I said, turning away from her. Living here is going to be more hellish than my mum changing the locks every other week. What the f**k is my mum's reason to do that? Blue slammed my door shut. Right as I fell on my bed, the door reopened.

"Do you not understand what get the f**k out means?" She's too bold for her own good.

"Hurry up and get dressed. I'm taking you to your first therapy session." Oh, hell no.

"I'll walk," I said, sauntering into my bathroom.

"You need someone to take you and pick you up." She could not care less about how I feel. Feelings are f*****g mutual.

"Yeah, I know someone," I said.

"Who would you know? You've been here most of the time, and it hasn't been forty-eight hours." f**k.

"Their name starts with B," I can feel her annoyance from here.

"It's not you so relax." I knew she thought it was her.

"It's a bus, and I know where to find a bus." Her nostrils flared before taking a deep breath.

"I prefer to shoot myself in the foot than take you, but you don't have an option, so get dressed. We leave in fifteen minutes." Before I could protest, Blue left my room, slamming the door again. I have time to shower and get dressed. It will not take me long.

As promised, we left at the fifteen-minute mark. The ride was silent and thick with tension as I kept my gaze out the window, and hers, on the road. I cannot believe I'm going to this shitshow. Hopefully, it'll be over in less than twenty minutes because I do not want to sit in a f*****g circle with other lowlife assholes, such as myself.

Pulling into a carlot, she parked.

"I'll be back in an hour." Are you f*****g kidding me? Do I have to be here for a whole hour? Maybe I should repurchase a plane ticket to London to spite her and my mum.

"Do you need help opening the car door? I don't want to f*****g mother you, now beat it." She snapped.

"You don't have to be so rude." I sneered.

"I think I've earned the right considering you left me." I rolled my eyes.

"Maybe you should be in therapy for your anger issues," I barked.

"Kind of hard to be kind when you are a cunt towards me." I want to punch her like I would with a random bloke back home.

"I seriously want to give you a shinner," I said, meaning it.

"You do realise you'd be thrown in prison if you hurt me?" She asked. Her piercing brown eyes hold so much hate and resentment.

"This is America," I stated.

"Your point is, what exactly?" She asked, confused.

"Equal rights, equal fights honey," I said slamming the car door shut. She flipped me as I hit the top of her car, sending her on her way.

After I skimmed over the terms and agreements, I signed a bunch of s**t saying I understand whatever the f**k I didn't read. I gave the receptionist the documents and sat back down in the lobby.

I didn't settle down until a woman called my name.

"Harry Styles." Standing up, I followed her to a room.

"How are feeling today, Sir?" She asked, but I grunted.

"I see, not much of a talk." This building is bullshit.

"You don't know s**t," I seethed.

"Based off that answer, I think I do," She calmly said.

"Find an empty seat," She said as we stepped into a room. About fifteen chairs are in a circle, and six chairs are taken.

"No one on one?" I asked.

"No, people respond better in a group setting. One on one makes people feel interrogated and guilty." It's stupid. I dismissed the woman and sat down next to a blonde girl. Her green eyes flickered to me and then back to the floor, avoiding eye contact.

"Hey, fresh meat." A boy asked. He has hazel eyes and black hair. His arms barely have any skin left to add more tattoos.

"Who the f**k are you supposed to be? The regular?" I asked. He c****d an eyebrow.

"My name's Noah, Noah Felix." He introduced himself while dismissing my insult.

"Nobody asked." A girl said. She's pale with authentic red hair.

"Nobody's talking to you," Noah snapped at the girl.

"Nobody was talking to you about your f*****g name," The blonde next to me giggled, making both Noah and the redhead look at her.

"Oh, now you want to make a sound? You've been here for a month, and now you wanna say something?" The redhead asked.

"Emilia, can you shut the f**k up? Nobody asked you to say s**t either," Another girl spat. Her piercing hazel eyes and unexpected Australian accent threw me off.

"Can you stay out of it you halfbreed?" The redhead, whose name is Emilia, said.

"Impossible when you continue being a b***h," The claws are out.

"Go look in a f*****g mirror and say that again." Emilia has no chill, and it amuses me. I chuckled at her words.

"See, Journi, I'm funny. Take a f*****g joke." Emilia said.

"It's only funny because you don't think it applies to you," Journi yelled.

"Okay! Okay! Let's not start the session angry." A woman said, entering the room.

"Noah started it," Emilia said. Noah scoffed.

"All I did was introduce myself you dumbfuck," He said. I have a feeling these assholes will be as close to a friend as it gets.

"Noah, namecalling gets you nowhere." The woman said, sitting down.

"I see we have a new person." She said.

"My name is Dr Lane, but please call me Ellie. The term doctor intimidates people." Ellie said, smiling at me.

"What is your name?" Ellie asked while clicking a pen.

"Harry Styles," I told her. Emilia chuckled.

"What's so funny?" I barked.

"You're name is Harry? I'd take you as an Alex, or even a Marcel," She mocked.

"He said it, didn't he?" Another boy asked. I didn't notice him, but that's because the others were too busy starting irrelevant s**t.

"It's a stupid name," Emilia said, making me flare my nostrils.

"Coming from the one who's stupid enough to start a f*****g argument over someone introducing themselves." My tongue was quick to answer, speaking faster than my brain.

"Guys, everyone's name is unique and special to that specific person. Let's go around, introducing ourselves to Harry." Ellie said with a chirp. I know this is her job, but I wouldn't be excited about working with a bunch of heathens.

"Noah, you can start us off," Noah smirked at Emilia before looking at me.

"My names Noah Felix, and I love to f**k around with music." He is way too calm for these assholes.

"My name's Emilia Nova, and I love late night adventures."

"Emilia, sucking d**k isn't apart of late-night adventures, that's your f*****g life," Journi told her not looking up from the fray on her distressed jeans.

"You don't have a problem doing that so shut the f**k up skeeze." My god, these girls have got to be Blue's friends because they act like her.

"Ladies, what have we discussed?" Ellie asks the girls.

"No slut-shaming." The girl next to me said.

"Of course you'd answer! You like to look better than everyone else," Emilia snapped.

"Okay," The blonde said. Emilia rolled her eyes and tossed her head back.

"Okay, moving on from that, my name is Atlas Mills, and I love skateboarding." He was the boy I didn't notice earlier.

"My name is Journi Hendrix, and I love music." She said. Her accent is so hot.

A few more people went until it was the blondes turn.

"My name is Sophia Austin, and I love poetry." Her voice is quiet and soft.

"Wow, what a shocker," Journi said. Sophia flipped her, surprising me. She looks so innocent compared to the others.

"Oh, obscure finger gestures from such a pristine girl," Noah said, quoting John Bender from the Breakfast Club.

Sophia flipped him off, and he trapped his lower lip with his teeth.

"I'm down if you are. Warning, I've never f****d a virgin," Noah said, making her choke on air.

"You wish," Sophia said while glaring at him. I'm getting fed up with this bunch of fuckers.

"Anyway, Hero, I hope you're willing to change for the better. It won't happen overnight, but baby steps are significant." Ellie said as I sunk into my chair. 

These assholes are going to f**k me over mentally single-handedly.