BLUE: AHarryStylesFanfic

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(Gerard Butler as Derek Styles)  

.Harry.

I couldn't relax as I paced my bedroom, convincing myself my shitty excuse for a dad isn't doing anything that would freeze hell over. There's something off about him, but I can't pinpoint that one thing. I didn't do much for the rest of the day, avoiding any other s**t that can spontaneously happen for the worst, such as sleeping with Sophia, and Emilia.

Well, Emilia was a great wild lay. Sophia was too until she f****d it up by attaching herself to me. It's like she's got some f****d up delusional disorder or some s**t. That has to be the reason because that's more acceptable. Hey, I'm giving her the benefit of the doubt. If she doesn't have some f****d up disorder, then I would seriously question who the f**k raised her.

The rest of the day dragged on, but I have yet to find some peace and f*****g quiet. Blue has been running some s*x clinic all day because there wasn't an hour where I didn't hear her reaching her climax with her erotic moans. I've seen at least five guys leave, but I'm sure more have come in. I don't want to put with this s**t. I'm going to lose my f*****g mind. I want to ask, but I'm afraid to set off the emotional ticking time bomb that is Blue.

"Harry!" My dad calls, making me sigh. He's so f*****g annoying.

"What the f**k do you want?" I yelled back.

"Someone's here for you!" I rolled my eyes, opening my bedroom door. I ran down the stairs to greet the redhead beauty.

"Emilia?" I asked.

"No, it's Wendy the mascot from Wendy's," She sassed. What the f**k is Wendy's?

"What the f**k is a Wendy's?" I asked. Does she mean the weather or some s**t? Emilia dropped her jaw with a scoff.

"It's a fast-food restaurant you ignorant f**k," She explained. We don't have those in England.

"Glad to see you're back to being a b***h," I said, making her chuckle.

"I never stopped, wasn't around anyone who could bring it out in me." She said, looking around my dad's house. It's too big, in my opinion.

"Why are you here?" My dad asked, staring her down like a piece of meat.

"None of your f*****g business," She said, not looking at him.

"That's no way to talk to me," He said, but Emilia dismissed him.

"And from what I've heard, you don't deserve respect," She hissed at my dad, batting her eyes provoking him more.

"Anyway, I came by to tell you there's a dinner party at Ezra's tonight for his dads' job or some s**t, and I'm the one spreading the word," Emilia said as another of Blue's f**k buddies left the house.

"Who's that?" Emilia asked.

"I don't know, and I don't care," I said, lying.

"Okay, well here's the address, but if you don't want to drive, then I'll take you," She said, staring into my green eyes.

"Do I have to dress up?" I asked, praying I don't have to go full out if I even want to go.

"A little bit, but don't look like you're going to some symphony performance," She stated. I sighed and shrugged my shoulders.

"Will there be booze?" If I go, and it's boring, I need something to make it worth it.

"Duh," Emilia said as though it was a given.

"How did you get my address?" I asked, realizing I never gave it to her.

"Sophia told me," She said, shocking me. Sophia is batshit crazy and wouldn't tell Emilia without reason.

"And she willingly gave it to you? I don't know her that well, but well enough to know it goes deeper than that," I said. Emilia chuckled.

"I told her I was going to help her get you to like her," Emilia said, giggling. Emilia is one crafty b***h, and Sophia is one dumb b***h.

"Well, that would do it," I said. Sophia needs to let it go. She needs to realize the more she forces any friendship or relationship, the more people are going to run. Does she have daddy issues?

Wait.

That's impossible if her parents are dead.

Unless her father's death is the reason for her daddy issues. I guess that makes two of us since my dad is a f**k up.

"Yeah, there's definitely something wrong upstairs," Emilia stated, referring to Sophia's brain.

"For her sake, I hope it is," I said, meaning it. It's easier to believe she has issues than none at all.

"So, am I taking you or not?" Emilia asked, shamelessly raking her eyes up and down on me. I chuckled, stepping closer to her. My dad cleared his throat, reminding us of his unwanted existence. Emilia rolled her eyes, shooting a glare at my dad. I followed her actions just as Blue joined us downstairs.

"Emilia?" Blue asked, confused.

"That's my name; don't wear it out," Emilia said. Blue chuckled at Emilia, dismissing her.

"Why are you here?" Blue asked, covering her arms with her hands and ran them up and down, trying to warm herself up. How can she be cold? It's seventy-four degrees inside the house.

"I was just uh, passing on the news about a party tonight," Emilia said. Blue's eyes lit up, but my dad scoffed again.

"No, she can't go," He said, not giving Blue a chance.

"Why not?" I asked. I'm sick and tired of his demandingly controlling arse.

"Because she is still working," My dad said. I rolled my eyes.

"You must think I'm a f*****g i***t. Who the f**k is terrified of sorting fan mail? No one! You and lying have always been such good friends." I said, stepping closer to my dad.

"All of your answers are bullshit," I spat. Blue and Emilia stayed quiet as I continued my rant.

"Either she goes, or I will f**k up everything you claimed to work towards," I threatened, meaning it. I'll f**k up my dads' life since f*****g s**t up is what I do best. My dads' eyes flickered back and forth from me to Blue, and back at me again. Sighing in defeat, he caved.

"Fine, but she needs to be back before midnight," He said, making me laugh, but not in a pleasant way, more in a, I'm so done with your s**t, way.

"Says the one who never came home to me, my siblings and mum on time. You treated it like a f*****g suggestion, so Blue will treat it like a f*****g suggestion and stay out until the f*****g sun is good and ready to rise," I said, turning away. Emilia, Blue and I headed upstairs to get ready for Ezra's party. I took a quick shower, letting the hot water relax my tense muscle before I got dressed. I put on a pair of skinny black jeans and a loose pink button-down. I'm not a fan of loud colours, but this shirt is the only exception. I didn't do much with my hair other than shaking out the water because I'm too lazy to find a towel.

Snatching my house key, phone, and wallet, I headed down the stairs hoping Blue and Emilia would be ready to leave, but they weren't. Why does it take women so f*****g long to get dressed? I will never understand why because at the end of a party, they look like racoons.

"Hurry up!" I yelled, hoping they listen.

"Hasn't anyone told you telling someone to hurry up will make the other person slow down on purpose?" Bue's voiced called out as Emilia came down the stairs with Blue close behind.

"Whatever," I said. Blue cleared her throat, making me look up from my somewhat tattered boot. I couldn't stop the cough that left my throat as I took in her demanding appearance. Her dress is form-fitting like a glove, and the strappy green coloured dress hugged her curves in all the right places, stopping mid-thigh.

The silk and rugged-textured dress complimented her long legs and neck, and her feet covered in a pair of black heeled ankle boots that stopped about three inches up her shins. She had on a small gold necklace and a couple of dangling gold earrings. Her makeup was minimal, but at the same time, enhanced her natural beauty. The most distracting part is the neck-shape, more like lack thereof. Her chest is a buffet for my eyes.

My mind flooded with lustful ideas involving me, bending her over and f*****g her in that dress.

"Can you stop staring at me like that?" Blue's voice asked, bringing me back into reality. How long was I staring at her?

"Like what?" I asked, playing dumb on purpose.

"As if you're looking a girl for the first time in your pathetic little life," She snapped, crossing her arms over her chest, taunting me further. A small smirk played on her lips, telling me she knows she turns me the f**k on.

"Was not," I try to defend myself, knowing I've been caught.

"Tell that the big tent in your pants," Emilia chimed. I almost forgot she was here. Emilia had on skinny high-waist black ripped jeans with a baby-blue deep plunge shirt with her tattoo on display. I knew she had one there, but I was too drunk to pay attention to close detail. It is a geometric floral style, and it's placed on her sternum. The healing process must've been a b***h.

"Piss off," I said, dismissing her.

"Hey, let's get going! I don't get to do this often," Blue said as Emilia fished her keys out of her pocket. All of us piled into her car and headed to Ezra's party. It still bothers me that my dad gave Blue a curfew. She's not sixteen as far as I'm concerned.

"How old are you?" I asked, breaking the silence. Blue snapped her head back at me.

"Nineteen," She said. What the f**k. Why did I think she was older? Maybe it's from the number of men I've seen.

"What?" She asked.

"For some reason, I thought you were at least my age," I said, truthfully. I did think Blue was. Why is my dad giving a nineteen-year-old a f*****g curfew? Blue is legally an adult.

"What made you think otherwise?" She asked, facing forward in her seat. How can she not see why I thought she was older.

"The shape of your body," I know damn I exposed myself, but I had nothing else to think of. Blue scoffed, glancing at me and shook her head.

"Perve," I rolled my eyes. I know she'll use my confession against me, and I have to be ready to dodge the truth.

"So, are you telling me you like the way I look?" She asked, teasing me on purpose.

"f**k off," I don't want to answer that question because there's no point. It's a yes if I say it or not. Both Emilia and Blue giggled, and I tuned them out for the rest of the trip.

Arriving at Ezra's dads' dinner party, Emilia parked, and we all headed inside yet another mansion-sized house. What's up with rich people and big fancy houses? Imagine having to vacuum the whole thing. Whoever cleans for them better be getting their money's worth.

"A bit much," Blue said, saying my thoughts out loud.

"Why the f**k do they need ten vacant rooms that haven't been touched since it was built," I joked. Blue giggled as we stepped into the dining room. The dining room is big enough to seat at thirty people.

"You guys made it!" Ezra's voice rang out, getting mine, Blue's and Emilia's attention. Blue rolled her eyes, and Emilia smirked.

"Why did you invite us?" I asked, curious. He just met us, well all of us except Blue.

"Because my dads an asshole and I need some f*****g entertainment, so I thought, why not invite other f****d up adolescents to push my dad's anxiety to the limit?" Crafty bastard.

"You're a f*****g genius," I said. Tonight is going to be so hilarious if Ezra follows through on his career ruining idea.

"Ah, there you are," Ezra said as he stopped a man who stood shorter than Ezra. This has to be Ezra's dad because they shared the same hair colour, eye shape, and chin shape. You can not mistake them as anything else.

"Ezra," His dad said, disappointed.

"Dad, this is Harry Styles, Emilia Nova, and Blue Reign. I asked Ellie what their lasts are," Ezra said, taunting his father.

"Why do you know our last names?" Emilia asked, running her eyes up and down on Ezra.

"I got them from a file in a cabinet that should've been locked, but isn't," Ezra stated.

"Harry, Emilia, Blue, this is my dad, Cameron Klien," Ezra cheerfully exclaimed.

"Are these the people you were talking about from group therapy?" Cameron asked, concerned.

"Damn right," Ezra is a professional button pusher.

"Ah, yes, I love seeing young adults get a hold of their lives before it's too late," Cameron said. I'm not buying that bullshit. He stared at us as if we're a bunch of incompetent idiots. Ezra chuckled while shaking his head.

"I thought you called them a bunch of f*****g low-lives or is that something different?" Emilia rolled her eyes at both Ezra and his dad. Cameron struggled under my watch at his sons' comment.

"I didn't say that," Cameron said, trying to redeem himself.

"You know damn well I have the very unfortunate gift more like a curse to remember everything I say, hear, and see and you dad, are a f*****g liar," Ezra growled before taking a glass of champagne off a tray butlers were carrying around. I grab myself two, along with Emilia and Blue. I did not hesitate to down both cups and grabbed another one. Cameron excused himself as more and more guest started piling in. Too many people and I can feel my irritability trying to make a fashionably late appearance.

Emilia, Blue, and I were rescued by Noah, Atlas, Journi, and another girl I don't recognize.

"Oh thank god, I was about to f*****g lose it," Emilia said, sighing in relief. Noah smiled at some random chick from across the room as his company smacked him. Is this his girlfriend? I didn't think he could pull anyone.

"Who the f**k are you?" Emilia asked the short, long-haired brunette. The girl rolled her eyes and walked away.

"That's my younger sister, Tiffany," Noah said. Part of me was relieved because who in their right mind would date Noah? He's too sketchy and has too many psychopathic traits.

"She's hot," Ezra said, shamelessly staring at her across the room.

"Hey, I don't want any of you boys messing with her. She's off-limits. Got it?" Noah asked, mostly looking at Ezra. "I am not making any promises," Ezra has yet to take his off of Tiffany. Before Noah could start a fight, a bell went off signalling the food's ready. Taking our seats, Cameron looked at my end of the table to see more of Ezra's group therapy low-lives, clenching his jaw, trying to focus on whatever the f**k he threw this party for.

 If he speaks for more than twenty minutes, I'm gone.