Riley's POV:

I wake up at 12 o'clock, and I'm so thankful my parents let me sleep. I guess they figured I would need rest before they slam into me about who I was with last night. I peer out the window and see it's pouring rain, which makes me smile. There's nothing I love more than a good storm, especially in the afternoon.

I check my phone and see lots of drunken selfies, along with a few drunk texts sent to Dixie, I'm sure she loved those. I scroll to my Instagram and I'm shocked at what I see... A picture of myself and a wasted Zayn and Niall in the backseat of Louis' car. Am I that stupid? I wonder how many people are talking about me. I quickly delete the picture off Instagram and toss my phone on the bed,

"Ri, are you awake?" I hear my little sister Joni ask from outside the door.

"Come on in." I whispered sliding on my sweat pants and putting the phone in my pockets.

"Mommy and Daddy want to talk to you down stairs." She said hopping on my bed. I gave her a small smile and nodded. "I think you're in trouble." She frowned.

"I know." I groaned. She's only 12 years old, but we've always been pretty close. "Thanks little bitch." I laughed kissing her forehead.

"Welcome poop-face." She replies patting my shoulder. We have a weird relationship.

I traveled down our beautiful wooden stair case letting my hands take in the beautiful textures I've never noticed... In other words, I'm stalling. How am I supposed to explain to my mom and dad that I got sucked into hanging out with a couple gang members... and enjoyed it?

"Good morning princess, did you sleep well?" My mom asked standing up from the couch and kissing me on the forehead. Bless her sweet soul, she never gets upset with me that easily.

"So are you ready to explain yourself?" My father asks putting down his newspaper and darting his eyes at me. I take a big gulp of nothingness and nod. "Out with it." He commands.

"Basically, I went to a party with Dixie and a few friends and I drank a little too much, and Harry was nice enough to bring me back to his house, and then let me come home." I say, half lying and half telling the truth.

"So it's 'Harry', now is it?" He barks. "And Oh? Dixie was there?" He asks. Oh fuck I shouldn't have lied. "I find that incredibly odd, considering she was babysitting your sister and her friends at a sleep over last night." He says calmly, but with a raised voice. The thunder outside was growing louder which I was thankful for because it masked the sound of my heart beating.

"Did I say Dixie? I meant I went with Zayn. Zayn and his friends took me to the party!" I smiled slapping my head. "Gosh, I'm so dumb. What made me say Dixie?" I laughed nervously. I never lie to my parents. Ever. This is so unlike me.

"Zayn?" My mother butts in. "Zayn who you used to be best friends with? Zayn with all the tattoos now....." She stutters. Thanks mom.

"I don't want my daughter hanging out with a bunch of low life thugs, damn it! I will not have that in my house or I swear to--" He growls and with that, the power goes out.

"Great." My mother mutters. I immediately go into the kitchen and grab the flashlights out as well as the candles, our court always loses power since it's so small and closed off from everyone else.

"We are not done with the conversation Riley." My father commands and exits the living room. I roll my eyes and check my phone.

New Messages:

Zayn: How much trouble are you in?
Dixie: Did you lose power?
Harry: My mother is about to come across the street... Beware.

What? Before I can even react there's a knock at the door and I sprint over to it. Quickly I open it and a beautiful sorta old ish lady is standing there.

"Hi, I live across the street and I was just wondering if you guys lost power too? I'm Anne... Anne Styles." She smiled warmly. My mother and father came up behind me with huge smiling faces, making me cringe a little.

"Hi, I'm Trish and this is my husband John. Come on inside dear, it's freezing out there!" my mother insisted pulling Anne inside. Oh my gosh.

Me: Your mom is at my house....
Harry: No really?
Me: Love the sarcasm.
Harry: I thought you might.

She is nothing like I expected... But then again I guess I never thought about what Harry's parents would be like. I hear my mom mention putting on a pot of tea with our gas stove and I quickly sneak off to my bathroom to take a quick shower.

Harry's mom saving me from getting my ass handed to me by my parents? I'll take it.

Notes

sorry this is a tad short, i'm soooo busy! i wanted to get an update in for you guys though :)
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