A/N I wanted this chapter to be a super long one because it's the first. The regular chapters will be about half the length of this but there will be more frequent updates! :)

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The most frustrating, irritating, ironic thing about this entire event was, I wasn't even meant to go to the Pinegrove Party this year.

I was genuinely going to skip the party for the first time since freshman year. My parents announced two weeks before that we were taking an unexpected trip to see my mom's brother, Sam, who lives in Los Angeles.

I'll admit, I was more than excited. I only got to see him and his wife, Jenna, on holidays because they live so far away from Pinegrove. The man is fifty six years old and can still beat my ass in tequila slammers. He could out-drink me anyday on a night out in Vegas, he was a legend.

So, you could now probably understand why I wasn't too worried about missing the party. Even tough I would be out of high school, it would be there next year. Besides, last Christmas uncle Sam promised that him and Jenna would play me in beer pong next time we visited. I definitely didn't want to pass that up.

Zayn, my best friend was pissed off though. Once he told my other close friend Callie that I wouldn't be attending, you would not believe what they did to me.

When I broke the news and Zayn told Callie, no lie the two of them went batshit crazy. At first they told me that they would slash every tire on both of my parent's cars. Then they told me that if I didn't go they would start a rumor that I have both a vagina and a penis. When none of that seemed to bother me, they resulted in constant begging and death threats.

I think they were finally coming to terms when the amount of text messages I got a day were in the single digits.

Zayn was quite the character. He was a mysterious, so called bad boy, as the ridiculous people of the school labeled him. I will say though that he did wear leather jackets and always had his hair slicked back. He looked like a greaser truthfully. I met him in eighth grade when he first moved here. Nobody seemed to talk to him, so I took the first step. Thank god I did too because I can't picture my life without him now. He's always been so artistic and creative which is one of the main reasons I like him. If people actually took the time to talk to him, they would realize that instead of a bad boy, he's a goof with so much light in his personality.

Callie on the other hand, I have known since we were sill learning to control our poop. She lived three houses down from me and both of our parents would always set up play dates. Thank god for those because Callie was homeschooled until seventh grade. If I hadn't previously known her, I would have thought she was the weirdest human being to walk the earth. I mean seriously, she wore glitter high tops with barbie shirts and she always had her hair in a ponytail that was literally on the top of her head. It looked like a palm tree. She grew out of that phase though at the end of eighth grade and magically turned hot over a weekend in summer. It was goodbye to the barbie shirts and sketcher glitter tops and hello to the crop tops and vans. It truly was a miracle how it happened.

People always thought Zayn and I were dating. Literally all through my first two years of high school that's all I got asked. 'Are you and Zayn a couple?' 'Are you and that Zayn kid dating?' 'Are you and bad boy Zayn a thing?' Constantly. I hated it. Nothing is wrong with Zayn, I mean he's way attractive and he looks like he was made to perfection in a science lab, but he and I were too close of friends and knew too much about each other to have a romantic relationship.

Not only that, but all last year I got asked if Callie and I were lesbian for each other. She is my best girl friend, every girl in the school has one. I don't know if it's the sharing of drinks or the way we never left each others side, but somehow people thought we were gay. Nothing against all the gays out there, but I just would never picture myself as one.

Men may be assholes, but they were both of ours first choice.

Getting back on topic, I wasn't supposed to go to the party this year. Due to some unforeseen and unfortunate circumstance though, I did.

Here's how it happened;

It was mid-day, about three weeks before the end of summer and I was packing for the trip to my uncle Sam's. It was just my mom and I in the house, my dad was at work.

If only the bastard really was where he said he was, none of this would have happened.. well, it still would have happened, but I would have been getting drunk with a fifty six year old instead of slap bang in the middle of it.

"Honey, do you have any ideas where my car keys are?" My mother asks, walking into my room.

"I don't have my full license yet, why would I need your keys?"

"That must mean Anne still has them." She sighs, rubbing her temples.

"Why the hell does Anne have your car keys?" I look at her with a confused expression.

"Her car broke down yesterday and she had to go food shopping. She must have carried them home with her by accident." She explained.

"Is that even legal?" I say out-loud rather than in my mind.

"She was only going to the grocery store, don't be a cop about it." My mother says.

"Seriously, I know you guys are close friends, but lending her your car? You won't even lend me your car."

"That's because you only have your learning permit and not your full license. Besides, it's not like you haven't taken it without asking anyway." Before I could stop it, a half smile rose to my lips.

"Both me and Callie wanted pizza. Busses weren't running after ten."

"Anyway, could you run over to their house and get them for me? I need to go out and get a few more things before we leave tonight."

"Why can't you run over? You know I don't like going over there." I groan and she shakes her head.

"Because I still have to shower and pack mine and your father's suitcases." She says, "I don't get why you hate it there so much, Anne and Jay are wonderful to you."

"It's not them that's the problem." I muttered, stuffing a pair of jeans into my suitcase with more force than needed.

Let me explain who the Styles' are.

Basically, my father owns a finance company and his colleague was Anne Styles. She and her husband, Jay, live across the street from us and because the two worked together and the close proximity of their house, my parents formed a really annoying, close friendship with them. I have spent one too many evenings having to sit around the dinner table with forty year old's who get drunk on red wine and talk about the golden years.

To be honest, that's not what bothered me. I liked Anne and Jay a lot; they cooked great spaghetti and meatballs and always gave me money in their Christmas cards, which I appreciate. Seriously though, for those people who don't put money in birthday and Christmas cards, I hope you get squished by a military tank. What kind of person gets a kid's hopes up like that just to shatter them? Plus, watching four fully grown adults drunk around a dinner table was quite entertaining.

The problem I had though?

The son.

Harry Styles.

How to describe and sum up Harry Styles?

Imagine asshole. Then stop.

Honestly, this kid was the bane to my existence. I have known him since his family moved to America when both of us were six, and even then he would get a kick out of throwing playdough at my head and pulling my pants down in front of the whole class in first grade.

We got along when we had to, mostly because our parents were so close and we were forced to spend an unnatural amount of time with each other. Five years ago, when I was twelve and he just turned thirteen, we went to New York City together for a week with our families. Dad had some big shot meeting there, of course his colleague had to be there, and so they thought it would be a fun 'vacation.'

I had never wanted to throw someone off of a plane so much in my life.

I woke up one morning struggling to breathe, and I realized he shoved two of his moms tampons up my nostrils while I was asleep. 'At least they were clean,' is what my mother told me when I went to her furiously.

We went to the same school of course, and the majority of the time we managed to stay out of each others way. We had to spend enough time with each other out of school, so ironically it was like a break for us.

During school though, he would spend most of his time nailing any girl in empty closets and bathrooms. How cliche, but he was a man whore.

That boy has stuck his penis in more holes than a master key.

He was known to be a little hoe, yet ninety percent of the girls in the school sill blush and bat their eyelashes when he gives them a second glance. He had charisma and he knew that and uses it to his full advantage. He was popular at our school, not only for being a whore but, and I hate to say this, he was hilarious.

When we were alone, he pissed me off to no greater extent, but when in school he was a comedic genius. Despite that though, he was known to be mysterious. Now from knowing him personally for so long, I could assure anyone that that boy was anything but mysterious.

Although, people in school labeled him as that. He does have a charm to him, that little twinkle in his eye, but he isn't mysterious.

He and his friends were like a force at our school. Any girl they wanted, they got and anyone who tried to mess with them would be tied upside down off the side of the bleachers in the gym.

Not kidding, that has happened before. They did it to a kid named Ben Hopkins last year when he started a rumor that Harry and his best friend Niall were gay for each other.

The most frustrating thing about Harry though, I wasn't his biggest fan, but I can't deny that he doesn't put attractive on a whole new level. The charm, mixed with his good looks, throw in the smirk he does and it's like a silent command for a girl's underwear to just fly off.

Proud to say however, my underwear has stayed firmly wrapped around my ass and lady parts when it comes to that boy. I have known him too long, and spent too much time with him to let that shit work on me. He's tried. Believe me, most of the comments that come out of his mouth have something to do with my mouth and his penis, but I have accepted it as something I need to deal with and occasionally get to smack him very hard in the balls for.

"If it's Harry you're worried about, he's not home. I saw him leave with some guy earlier." My mom informs me, snapping me out of my thoughts. "I don't know why you two can't get along. Anne and I have been wanting you two together since you were kids."

"I'm aware. You always mention it when they come around."

"Well why won't you do it then? I see the way he looks at you." My mother practically whines.

"Yeah, like a piece of freshly barbecued meat."

"No hon, not like that. He looks at you like he's looking at the stars, believe me I know the difference. He has that sparkle in his eye every single time you say something." I stare at her for a moment taking in every word she says then I burst out in laughter.

"Yeah mom. Good one! The idea of me getting with Harry Styles is as about appealing as drinking a smoothie made of shit and worms."

"Look, just run over there and get my keys," She says as she turns to leave the room. "-you're breaking my heart though, I want pretty grandchildren."

With as much enthusiasm as a fat kid who's about to run a marathon, I trudge out of my house and across the street to the Styles'

I knocked on the door and waited patiently for an answer. After five minutes I peek through the window to look for any form of life, and see the hallway light on. I know she's home. Her car is still in the driveway with the hood open.

A few more minutes pass before a very rough looking Anne greets me at the door. I hide my amusement at how flustered she looks as she runs a hand through her hair. I could tell from a mile away that was good ole' sex hair. It's obvious that only moments ago she was getting down and dirty with Jay. It was actually gross to think about. The idea of anyone over thirty having sex is so unappealing. I think once you reach that age it's best you forget what sex even is.

"Mia, hi, sorry it took so long." She breathes out. I try to hide my laughter by pressing my lips hard together.

"That's fine, you were clearly busy." I couldn't help myself. "My mom sent me over to get her car keys. She's going OCD since we're leaving for LA tonight."

"Of course, you're leaving to see Sam right?" I nod my head and she turns quickly away and heads for the living room. I took a step inside as well, even though she didn't invite me.

I was hoping to catch a glimpse of Jay in his boxers. Preferably still with a hard-on, so I could have something on Harry next time he tried tormenting me. I could conjure up some 'your dad' jokes from this experience. For a dad and an older guy, he was still pretty hot. DILF is what I believe is the term for guys like him.

I walk into the living room where I see her frantically looking around. She goes into a drawer on the stand next to the couch and pulls the keys out.

"There you go," She smiles "I hope you and your parents have a good vacation. Say hi to Sam for me." She nudges my arm a bit with hers, clearly attempting to get rid of me.

"We will don't worry. There's never a boring moment there."

I turn to the direction of the door, Anne following closely behind me, but something catches my eye.

On the small wooden rack by the stairs, is a suit jacket and tie.

I know this doesn't sound like a big deal, I mean anyone would think that Jay just came home in a heat of passion and threw his clothes off to have mid-day sex with his wife. That would be the natural explanation, there's just one problem.

Jay works in construction.

Why would a construction worker come back home in a suit and tie? That's not exactly the proper work attire now is it?

The other thing that made my stomach twist and my heart rate quicken on the spot was the tie.

It was a simple black tie, nothing out of the ordinary, except for the white lettering at the bottom of it.

It was the tie I got my dad for his birthday a few months ago. I had his initials embroidered on the bottom.

I felt nothing but fury wash over my body as I put the pieces together in my head. I whip around towards Anne who was staring at me with a confused expression.

"Where is he?" I demand. Panic sets in and I can see it in her face.

"Who?" A liar she was not. Stevie Wonder could see through her right now.

The disgust on my face was now clear to her, before I could say anything else I bolted for the stairs.

"Mia wait!" She calls after me, "Mia please don't!"

As I reached the top of the stairs, she wrapped her hand around my wrist and I swatted it away.

"Do not touch me." I warned, my tone like venom. She was taken back. I continued my way into the room I knew was her bedroom.

I swung the door open with such rage and my suspicions are confirmed when I see my dad laying naked from the waist up. His eyes blink a few times and he rubs them like he was imagining me. I shook my head and felt the bile rise in the back of my throat.

"You sick, disgusting, dirty pig!" I spit.

"Mia I can explain." He lifts his hand, signalling me to calm down.

"Don't even bother feeding me bullshit! This is your idea of work? This?" I ask pointing to Anne who stood behind me, helpless.

"Mia, calm down, I know this looks bad bu-" Anne cuts in.

"Don't tell me to calm down and it doesn't look bad, it is bad!" I scream, my eyes nearly popping out of my head. "Did you two even think about how this was going to affect everyone around you? Or were you too busy fucking each others brains out?"

"Language Mia." My asshole dad says.

"No, I will not watch my fucking language, you have no right to say that to me right now due to what I just found out." I wave my arms in the air.

He looks down, knowing I am right and sighs.

"How long has this been going on?" I grit my teeth and ball my fists up at my sides. "Don't bother lying either." After a minute of silence I speak up again, "I swear I will destroy this house if one of you doesn't answer me." When they realize I am more than serious about my threat my dad cuts in.

"About two months."

"Two months?" I say in disbelief. "So while my mom has been cooking dinner, waiting for you to 'get home from work,' you have been over here doing each other?"

"It's not all black and white, Mia." Anne speaks up.

"Not black and white? Going behind your partners backs and hooking up? That's pretty black and white to me.

"I made a mistake." My dad says, clear guilt written all over his face.

"Yes, this is all just one big mistake." Anne backs up.

"This is the part where you two ask me to keep my mouth shut right?" I dryly laugh. Not a hint of real humor in it.

Anne swallows and looks over my face. There's my answer. I look at my dad who has pleading eyes.

"I can't believe you're really going to do this. You're going to ask me to lie to mom and pretend I never seen this affair? What then we're going to pretend that this never happened? When in reality if I didn't say anything it would probably happen again." I shout.

"Mia please, we can all talk about this when we get back from Los Angeles." He was begging now.

"You want to play happy family for a week, you go do that. If you think I'm going with you though, you clearly bumped your head too hard.. on her headboard." I point to Anne.

"Please Mia, just this week."

"You and mom can go. I don't want to spend another second in your company." I head for the door. Once I am downstairs, I feel a hand grip my shoulder.

"Please Mia, don't tell her." He begs. As much as I hated myself for it, he was my dad and I made up a different decision.

"I won't tell her." I say and he instantly lets out a sigh of relief, "You will." The relief was cut short and he takes a step back at my words.

"I-I can't." he stutters.

"I am not coming to Los Angeles. I can't pretend that everything is fine when it isn't. I am going to Callie's for the weekend, but by the time you get back you better have told her or I swear, I will."

I don't wait for a response, I turn away and walk out of the house as fast as I can. I stormed back over to my house, not bothering to go inside. I can't lie to my mom just yet. I just walked in on her husband and her best friend having an affair. I sat on the pavement, resting my head in the palm of my hand.

I knew my parents had problems, but I never knew it was so bad. Everyone has problems, but not everyone sticks it in the neighbor lady to get through the stress of them.

I pulled my phone out of the pocket of my jeans and send a group message to Zayn and Callie, telling them I would go to the party.

When you get into a difficult situation, you need to relieve some stress. The method many teenagers, and adults actually, use is to get drunk so you don't remember your own name, let alone your problems. So that is what I plan to do. I was going to the party this weekend, and I was going to spend three days and nights being intoxicated with my two best friends on school property.

That is how I decided to go to the Pinegrove Party. I wanted to let things go and leave all my troubles behind me for a while.

Little did I know, my troubles hadn't even begun.

I could have spent the week doing shots with my elderly uncle, sitting on his recliner watching men's tennis, but no. My father couldn't keep his pecker in his pants so I was lucky enough to get trapped in a school with a derranged serial killer.

Cheers daddy dearest, I definitely owe you one.

Notes

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