No Control

I love bouncy castles..

No matter how old you are, who doesn’t love a good bouncy castle? Especially when you’re starting to feel a good buzz.

After Callie’s inspiring speech, we were all motivated ten times more to drink our souls away and enjoy the party. So here I am, jumping up and down in a bouncy castle with my best friend, having the time of my life.

“Seriously, you two need to stop. I’m starting to feel sick.” Niall groaned, clutching his stomach. He was currently sitting in the corner of the castle, looking like he was about to puke. The two of us fell to the floor of the castle and he breathed a sigh of relief.

Callie crawled on her hands and knees over to him, then pinched his cheeks, “Don’t be such a wimp Niall.” She got back up and started to bounce again, I followed her.

“Why did I agree to come on this death trap with you guys?” He whined, burying his head into his hands.

“Because you love us.” Callie laughed.

“Harry warned me this would be a bad idea.” Niall began to crawl towards the exit slowly, still holding onto his stomach with one hand.

“Harry’s opinion doesn’t matter because he is a major tampon.” I said, before me and Callie dived towards Niall, grabbing onto his ankles to stop him from escaping.

“I heard that you little shit.” A familiar voice came from outside of the bouncy castle. Harry then poked his head through the entrance and glared directly at me, “-and is tampon a common insult?”

“It is for you.” I replied.

“Help me man!” Niall cried, holding a hand out for Harry to grab. Callie and I pulled him harder, and eventually made it back to the opposite side of the castle.

“I warned you.” Harry said, grinning.

“I know, and I should have listened, now help me!” He was full on struggling for breath now, the more he moved though, the harder we held on.

“You’re never making it out of here alive!” Callie evilly laughed. She let go of his one ankle and latched onto his back like a monkey. “Agh! Get off me! Rape, rape!” He yelled.

I fell backwards laughing, finding everything so funny with the amount of alcohol I had in my system.

“Don’t know why you’re laughing, this just turned into a tag team match.” Then before I knew it, Harry flew into the bouncy castle and jumped right at me.

I screamed and dropped to my knees to make a getaway. I didn’t make it very far when I felt his weight pushing me on my back, causing my body to bounce along the floor of the castle. It was quite a hilarious struggle, we were both wrestling each other, and trying to get the best of one another. Somehow though, I managed to stand to my feet, as did Harry. We both ran straight to the other trying to ram each other onto the floor.

“Don’t worry bro, I got your back!” Harry called out to Niall, never taking his eyes off of me though, he knew I would have used that to my advantage.

“The only thing my back's got right now is this leech on it!” Niall yelled back, trying to pry Callie off of him.

“You’re fighting a losing battle right now, Styles.” I warned him, a sly smirk on my face.

The glint in his eye was just as sly, if not more, “I will never lose a battle, little Mary.”

I stopped bouncing, confusion washing over me, “Why do you keep calling me that?”

Harry took the opportunity instantly when he realized my guard was down. He immediately sprung towards me, knocking the both of us down. He landed half on, and half off of me but, wasted no time in positioning himself over me, then pinning both of my wrists above my head.

“See, I will never lose a battle.” He smiled.

“If I’m not mistaken, you lose the battle to get in my pants every week pretty boy.” I say, he quirks his eyebrows up at my comeback.

“Oh no little Mary, I haven’t lost that battle, I’m just carrying out a very slow attack.” His smile grew wider and I couldn't help my laughter.

I managed to free myself from his grip and roll him onto his back, so that now I was straddling him. My face lowered to his, some of my hair falling on his neck and forehead. I didn't miss his eyes flickering down to look down my shirt. Subtle as always that boy.

“You may as well tell your boys-” I pointed down at his favorite body parts, “-to surrender now, because your chances of invading my little village are poorer than a third world country.

His mouth formed into a devious smirk, “What an impressive metaphor.”

“There are a lot of things that are impressive about me-” I shrugged. “-it’s a shame you’ll never know.”

Harry laughed, then groaned, “Oh Mia, always such a tease.”

“Don’t be angry you can’t get your way for once.” I said, and it was true. ‘No’ is a foreign word to him, it drove him crazy any time someone said it.

“Not angry, I’m more so intrigued.” He stated, “I’d be lying if I said I wasn't a sucker for a good ‘ole cat and mouse chase.”

“This isn't a cat and mouse chase. Think of it more as a turtle and a cheetah chase.” I corrected.

“And to think our parents always thought we’d fall madly in love.” He sarcastically pretends to cry.

The mention of our parents knocked the wind out of me, and suddenly all amusement escapes me when I fully realize that I’m straddling the son of the woman who was committing adultery with my father earlier today.

Harry’s face drops in confusion when he notices my sudden mood change, “What’s the-”

Before He could finish his question, a head peeks into the entrance of the bouncy castle. Liam freezes when he sees the scene in front of him, he looks amused, and shocked. There's Callie still holding onto Niall’s back for dear life, and then there’s me straddling Harry.

“Clearly I was on the wrong side of the party.” Liam laughed, looking at us with wide eyes.

Liam was the cute one of the group. He was still hot don’t get me wrong, but he just had one of those faces that could make you melt. He was one of those guys that all you wanted to do was get a hug from. Of course, that worked in his favor when it came to women. I can definitely see the appeal, he looked sweet but he was also easy on the eye. His skin was always tan, and the way his hair was gelled was just right. Not to mention, he was built like a house.

“Get her off me man! She’s like a skin rash I can’t get rid of!” Niall pleads, causing a few laughs from all of us.

“I would love to, but I actually came here for you.” Liam says, pointing at Harry. “But if this is a bad time, I can come back.” He winks at me.

“Liam, don’t even let that thought run through your head or I will claw it out of you.” I warn.

“By the looks of it, the only thing you will be clawing will be his back in a fiery heat of passion.” Harry bursts out laughing at his comment and I scowl at the both of them.

“I hope Sophia Smith gave you the clap.” I retort.

“I probably gave it to her honestly.” He jokes, “Anyway, Harry, your brother is looking for you. I think he said something about going home soon.”

Harry seems more interested in this conversation now, furrowing his eyebrows, leaning up on his elbows, “Why is he going home?”

“He said he wasn't feeling the party,” Liam shrugs “Something else too, I don’t remember.. I’m kinda stoned.”

I noticed a worried look on his face for a brief moment, but when he looks at me again, the cocky Harry Styles returns.

“This has been wonderful sugar, but I really need to go.” He says, and gives me an overly sweet smile, “But I promise I’ll call you in the morning.”

I frowned at his joke and the bastard doesn’t wait for me to climb off of him. What he does however, is place his hands on either side of him and thrusts upward with so much force that I go flying off of him. I smack down on the floor a few feet away, hitting my head on the wall of the castle.

“Asshole!” I grit my teeth, causing Harry to laugh as he crawled out of the bouncy castle. Niall is relieved when Callie lets go of him and we all follow Harry out of the castle.

I have not seen Dax Styles in about a year, and hearing he was back was not only a big shock to me, but probably to all the other kids in Pinegrove because of how scandalous his departure was.

Let me explain the story of the Styles’ brothers;

Harry is the younger sibling. Dax is twenty years old, a couple years older than him, so you would expect Dax to be the brother that laid the path for Harry to become this troublemaker he is. Oddly enough, Dax isn’t like that at all. Harry was the only one who got drunk, went to parties, and slept with women like it was nobody’s business. Dax however was very different.

I have known him for as long as I have Harry, and I knew very well that boy had problems. He wasn’t loud, sociable, or cocky like you would’ve expected him to be. He was that kid that was always alone, or the one that would be lost in his own thoughts. All through growing up together, I was aware he wasn’t your normal teenage boy. he could go weeks without speaking a word to anyone, then punch some kid in the face for accidentally brushing him in the lunch line.

A lot of people at school were scared of him because he was always lingering and quiet. They always assumed he had some sort of problem, mentally. I remember once when I was twelve and we went on that family vacation together.. the one where I woke up with tampons in my nose.. Dax went missing one day. Our parents went frantic looking for him, searching all night around the city streets. In the morning, his dad got a call from the police saying he was trying to throw himself out into traffic. Dax was fifteen then.
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I felt sorry for him growing up because I knew he was a lovely boy, he was never mean to me. He was a lot nicer than his brother and he always made sure I was alright. I knew he never wanted to be the way he was, but he couldn’t help it.

I remember before he got sent away, he was having one of his bad days. He was sitting in the kitchen, not making eye contact with me. He just stared directly in front of him, like he was in some sort of trance. That night he told me something was wrong with him, and that it was too late to fix it. Shortly after that is when it happened. The thing that finally made his parents get him help.

He locked himself in the bathroom and cut his whole body up with a razor.

Harry found him. He came home from the school a few days after his seventeenth birthday, and had to kick the bathroom door open to get to Dax. Harry called an ambulance and their parent’s met them at the hospital, but they realized they needed more than a hospital, so they sent him to a mental institution. A hospital that was for unstable people who were a threat to themselves or anyone around them.

I haven’t seen him in over a year, and it’s unbelievable that he’s back.

Once I landed on solid ground, I looked down the long hallway until my eyes fell on him. Liam really wasn’t lying, there he was. Dax Styles in the flesh.

You could tell he was a Styles. The men in that family have such good genes, because just like his father and Harry, that boy was something beyond words.

In a way he resembled Harry, a darker version of him.. physically and mentally. His hair was the same dark color as his brothers, but shorter and less curly. Though Dax had blue eyes and more facial hair than Harry, both had sharp features that made it obvious they were brothers. His dress sense was very different from Harry. He wore anything, whether it was dark and conservative or bright and outrageous, whereas Dax stuck to either Polo’s or a t-shirt and a cardigan.

I ran right past Harry, not caring and right towards Dax. I jumped in his arms, wrapping mine around his neck.

“It’s good to see you too, Mia.” He laughed. Eventually I pulled back and looked at him with more excitement than a sex addict in a pool of dildos.

“You have no idea how much I’ve missed you!” I say, almost yelling, “When did you get back?”

He smiled down at me, “Last weekend.”

“You’ve been here a week and you didn’t come see me!” I smack my hand over my chest, pretending to be hurt. I wish he would’ve come visit me sooner, but I’m not so mad he didn’t.

“I was technically on lockdown. The parents thought it would be best if I got used to being at home before I saw anyone.” He explained.

“And coming to the party was the best way to make your big return?” I grin dumbly and he shakes his head.

“This wasn’t my idea.” With perfect timing, Harry walked up next to his brother, slinging his arm over his shoulder.

“So I’m going to assume it was yours?” I raise an eyebrow at him.

‘Damn right it was. What better way to get back to normal than to attend the tradition?” Harry looks proud of himself, smiling from ear to ear with his head high.

“That probably wasn’t the best idea considering he wants to leave already.” I fold my arms over my chest, glaring at him.

“If I actually wanted your opinion I would have slammed my head against concrete until I came to my senses.” He fires back.

“It’s nice to see things haven’t changed.” Dax looks between the both of us.

“Nope she’s still a bitch.” He says, “But anyway, why do you want to go?”

“I’m just not feeling it tonight.” He shrugs, lowering his head and eyes a little. My heart aches at the sight, I have seen this expression too many times.

“Come on, give it like another hour. Have a drink or something,” Harry begs, “You’ll have a good time, just give it a chance.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, I don’t want to ruin your night.” Dax sympathetically smiles.

“You aren’t ruining my night, you being here makes my night better.”

“I don’t think so,” he nods his head over to the hall where the majority of the people are, “I think I’m already attracting quite a bit of attention.”

Harry turned his head to the direction Dax gestured to and I saw his face turn red with anger. Most people were staring at Dax and making it obvious they were whispering about him. Everyone knew he tried to kill himself and that he got sent to a mental institution, that was no secret, but people are ignorant and they’re pointing, whispering, and some were laughing.

It made me angry watching the idiots do this, but not as angry as the younger brother.

“If something intrigues you so much, why don’t you come over and tell me what it is,” Harry’s voice was booming and about two octaves deeper, “If not, turn the fuck around before I start punching you people in the fucking face.”

One by one, they all started turning their heads away. Everyone knew Harry to be a joker. But when it came to his brother, it was a different story. You could insult Harry all day, but one crack on his brother, he turned vicious. He loved him a lot, and it hurt me seeing this happen. I understood why Harry wanted Dax to stay so badly, he wanted him to feel normal and have a good time. He would do anything for his brother, and beating up nosy little pricks was nothing if it came down to it.

Hell, I would give him a hand to be honest.

“See, sorted. Now grab a beer. You need to ride on those little cars, they’re a hoot.” And like that Harry was back to smiling, leading him to the alcohol table.

I smiled to myself looking at the two walk away. Dax looked good, a lot better than the last time I saw him. In the five minutes I talked to him, he smiled more than he did a year ago.

I also couldn’t help but to look between the two, and find it amazing how they were related but so different.

Loud, popular, and cocky Harry. Quiet, dark, and broken Dax.

The Styles brothers

Notes

I CANT BELIEVE BABY IS 21 TODAY.

I SAW THIS TWEET THAT SAID "DO YOU REMEMBER WHEN THE OLDEST WAS 21 AND NOW THE YOUNGEST IS 21" MY HEART STILL HURTS

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE LOVE OF MY LIFE :'-)

PLS VOTE, COMMENT, SUBSCRIBE AND ALL THAT JAZZ IF YOU LIKE THE STORY SO FAR IT MEANS A LOT AND INSPIRES ME TO KEEP GOING ILY THX

ps i just really love the name Dax im naming my kid that in the future is so rad