Arabella's POV

I woke this morning to the annoying sound of my alarm. I lazily turned it off, and ignored it's reminder of waking up. I slept maybe for 10 minutes before my older brother Liam came in.

"Hey, dork, wake up." He threw a pillow my way before walking away chuckling. I groaned before covering my face with the pillow he sent flying my way.

Every few minutes he'd walk by telling me to get up. I'd discarded his comments, not in the mood for him. It was silent for a moment, I waited to hear his voice, but nothing. "Thank god." I mumbled and turned to my side only to see Liam at the doorway.

I'm guessing he already took a shower. He was wearing his varsity jacket and normal slightly tight black jeans. His hair was swooped up a little forming some sort of quiff. His hair was still wet, so water was dripping down his side. His facial hair was beginning to grow again. His hands were stuffed into his pockets. His gaze was locked on me. He had this problem every Monday morning.

I smiled at his constant attempts to wake me up. He noticed my smile, and I quickly hid it behind the pillow.

"Don't bother." I mumbled covering my body with the sheets. I heard his footsteps inching closer to me. He pulled the sheets from me, and in one swift motion, slung me over his shoulder.

I gasped pulling my wavy brown hair away from my face. "LIAM!!" I yelled trying to escape from his grip. "Sorry Belle, but you gave me no choice." Belle was his nickname for me, and only him. He ran with me over his shoulder to the bathroom across the hall. He set me down on my feet. "Get, Ready." He instructed me, as I crossed my arms, narrowing my eyes at him.

He left the room smiling at me. "Love you." He toyed with my anger filled emotions. I smiled sarcastically at him before closing the door behind him. "Asshole." I whispered to myself, before fiddling with my hair.

"Heard that." Liam shouted. I laughed before undressing and stepping into the shower. I finished in under 10 minutes and began to get dressed in my room.

I had a uniform to wear. One that is aggravating and ugly. Since my parents don't trust me at a normal co-ed school, they send me to a all girls private high school. But Liam gets to go to school with boys and girls, because they trust him over me, I tucked in my white shirt into my navy blue skirt.

Once my hair was dry, I curled my wavy brown hair, I pinned some of my hair away from my face, and to the back. I looked at myself in the mirror, giving myself a assuring look, except for the uniform (2nd). I groaned as I grabbed my bag and left the room, closing the door behind me.

I walked downstairs to see Liam talking to our father about football or something. My mother was trying to make herself busy, cleaning the counter. "Morning." I kissed her on the cheek, before taking an orange from the pile of fruits, in the center on the marble counter, and putting in into my bag.

She smiled at me and traced her hand down my arm. "Morning, darling, you ready?" She says. I nod, before walking over to my brother and father. I give my dad a small hug from the side, before rushing Liam. Liam grabs his bag and car keys before motioning for me to leave. I exit the house and walk over to his car.

Liam jumps into the car. I roll my eyes, before turning on the radio. "Love you." My father yells. I wave my hand in the air, not to fond of them since this private school thing.

"Where are we going?" I ask him turning my head towards him. "I'm taking you to school." He states. "Wait, we're not picking up Tori?" I question him about my best friend.

"She said she got a ride." He says a bit upset at the fact Tori was missing. "Ok well I'm going to Peter's house today." I tell him, already knowing his reaction. We stop at a red light. "No, I'm picking you up today, you're not going to Peter's house." Liam instructs.

"No, I'm going to Peter's, haven't seen him in awhile." I protest, anger filling up inside me. Liam always thinks he can boss me around, he's not my owner.

"No, I don't trust the guy." Liam confesses. "Well learn to." I mumble under my breath, setting my head on my arm. I look out and inspect what we pass.

"Look Belle, I don't like guys around you, they'll just hurt you." He admits pulling over to the entrance of my school. I gather my belongings forgetting his comment. I slam the door behind me, making him flinch. "You don't have to trust them Liam, you have to trust me." I tell him. He nods at me.

"I love you Belle." He says.

"I love you, Liam." I smile at my protective older brother lightly before entering my school.

My sight is then filled by many girls in uniform, talking, running, studying, reading, drawing, doing everything. I sigh before gripping onto my one strap bag. I walk down the halls searching for my locker.

I enter my combination until a girl named Sarah walks up to me. She has boy-short black hair, green eyes, and is just about 3 inches smaller than me. "Arabella, you're brother is so hot." She confesses to me. I nod awkwardly, I always get that. The girls here have seen my brother because he's the one to usually drop me off. Most girls are dropped off by their dad or mom so it's new to them.

"Sure he is." I mumble trying to stop myself from laughing, as I put my books into my locker. "He is! He has just the perfect smile!" And he is so strong and muscular!" She rambles on about my older brother. I drown her out after "muscular"

Someone calls her eventually, saving me from my misery. The bell rings, bringing back my suffering. I groan as I close my locker and walk off to my first class. History.

Once it's lunch period, I meet up with Tori outside. She smiles at me and gives me a hug. She was always a hugger. I stumble a little once she lets go.

"Where are we going?" I ask her as we start walking down the sidewalk. "To get pizza." She informs me as she pulls me down this street.

She pushes me into the parlor, and laughs. I struggle to find my balance. Once I do I push her to the side of the door. "Jerk." I say, before laughing.

We order a medium sized all cheese pizza. We each grabbed a slice and began to eat. "Where are going after school?" She asked me. "Home I think, my brother's picking me up." I tell her the same old news.

"I wish I could go, but I have to go to a party at my dad's job." She says, picking up the cheese that hangs from her mouth.

"Course, you'd wish to come, so you can see Liam." I tease her making kissey faces. She kicks me under the table. "Shut up." I laugh before biting another piece of my pizza.

After we eat we walk back to school. We notice we're late for French and rush in. I lead before Tori into the class. Ms. Pryer, sent death stares at Tori and I as we make our way to our seats.

She stops herself from saying something and continues with the lesson. I bite my lip, as I nod towards Tori.

Just 3 more classes, Arabella, then you're out of this hell hole.

Liam's POV

I walk to football practice talking to Zayn. Girls send little waves and flirty smiles over to us. I grin at each of them. Just before the entrance to the locker room, I see Louis pinning Peter on to the wall. Peter doesn't even look scared, or frightened just aggravated.

I walk to Louis and put my hand on his shoulder. "Lou, what are you doing?" I ask him. "Teaching this dork a lesson." He says laughing. I nod, before I start to help Peter get released from Louis' grip, but Peter does it for himself. Peter lifts his knee and hits Louis in his dick. Louis groans in pain and falls to the floor.

Peter smiles at the fallen Louis. "Dickhead." Peter bends down and says to Louis. I smile towards Peter, before laughing at Louis.

"You alright there, mate?" I ask Louis helping him up. He coughs a bit before nodding. I help him into the locker room.

Louis, Zayn, Niall, Harry and I all start to change and go practice on the field. "What's wrong with you?" Harry asks Louis seeing him groan. "Peter hit him in the balls." I tell Harry.

The boys try to hide their laughs, but it doesn't work. Louis gets up and scrunches his face in pain. "Fuck you, lads." He says as he walks out the locker room to the field with a large space between his legs, causing us to laugh again.

After practice was over, i met with Alyssa, a cute cheerleader, behind the bleachers. Her dirty blonde hair was put into a tight ponytail. She had blue green eyes and a wonderful smile. She held a book closer to her chest as I talked to her. One of my arms at the side of her head, so I was leaning close into her.

It was silent for a moment, as we just looked into each other's eyes. I brushed my lips against hers. She closed her eyes a little. She dropped her book and pulled me by my collar closer to her and began to kiss me. I kissed back obviously. I snaked my arms around her waist and pulled her closer to me.

Our kiss then became a heated make-out session. She then wrapped her legs around my waist. She started to kiss my neck, until I realized I had to pick my sister up. I dropped her to the ground. She almost fell on her bum. "Liam?!" She complains, picking herself up.

"Sorry, gotta go." I shout to her already on my way to the car. "Call me!!" She yells. I just nod, knowing I wasn't going to call her.

Arabella's POV

I waited outside my school, for Liam. It was obvious he forgot. i groaned as I pulled out my phone. I was searching for his name, under favorites, until someone took the phone away from me. I looked up to see Peter, on his skateboard, looking at my phone. I laughed as I got up, to chase him.

"Peter!" I call after him. He stops and carries his skateboard and phone as he walks to me. "Yes." He answers innocently. i snatch the phone away from him and stuff it into my bag. I give him a glare, as he throws his hands in the air in defense. I push him on his chest, and he backs away laughing.

I sit down on the bench again still waiting for my brother. "Hey, what's wrong let's go." Peter says putting on my sunglasses. "Oh don't you look fabulous." I tell him sarcastically as he poses. I giggle.

"But seriously, lets go." Peter chuckles putting my glasses back into my bag. "I can't Liam's picking me up." I explain to him, bringing my phone out again.

"Oh, c'mon you don't always have to follow his rules. And last I heard he was making out with some girl behind the bleachers." Peter informs me. I bite the inside of my mouth. My parents have the urge not to trust me, but they trust Liam, one who forgets to pick up his own sister.

"Trust me." he says.

Peter holds his hand out to me, I reluctantly look at it for a second, before taking it.

Harry's POV

Louis and I left practice, and were now currently on our way to my house. Louis was still ticked off by Peter's little stunt, so he was fairly quiet.

We stopped at a red light, and I saw Peter...With a girl. A fine girl I might add.

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