Nothing At All
Chapter Three
I made it back into the living room to find John Michael and Niall sitting on a couch. I grinned and walked over and sat on John Michael’s lap.
“Hey Johnny,” I grinned.
“Hey sis,” he grinned, “God you smoked that entire thing by yourself didn’t you?”
“I’m as cool as a cucumber,” I grinned.
“Holy shit,” Niall said his Irish accent shining through, “I had no clue. . .”
“Don’t always judge a book by its cover sir,” I laughed, “I wanna play pong Johnny.”
“Well Harry didn’t set up a place to play tonight Rose,” John Michael said and I sighed.
“Of course not,” I sighed getting up, “Nothing ever goes my way.”
Niall laughed at my exaggeration. I grinned and kissed both John Michael’s and Niall’s cheek.
“I’m going to go get plastered my friends,” I smiled, “After today I really do need it.”
I then disappeared for the millionth time and went to go get something else to drink. I was getting my second beer of the night when I saw Danielle and the girls coming over to me.
“So John Michael got you to come out,” Danielle said and I grinned.
I hugged her, Eleanor, and Perrie.
“Yup,” I grinned and they all laughed.
“Drew said he gave you a joint,” Perrie said, “I figured you’d smoke it as soon as possible.”
“Well you would be correct,” I grinned, “I’m at ease now. Especially after the day I had.”
“You read Harry’s nasty letter?” Eleanor asked and I nodded my head.
“Yup,” I said, “I couldn’t even read all of it. Brought back to many bad memories of Jeremy.”
“Well now you can drink your sorrows with us!” Danielle exclaimed and we cheered and laughed.
I don’t know how many drinks I had with the girls but it was to the point where I needed someone for support which meant I was really going to regret it in the morning but I didn’t care. I hadn’t been hammered for about a year and a half and I needed to let loose.
Harry’s POV
After my small talk with Rosemarie outside, I knew the letter I wrote earlier in class was completely wrong. She had this huge wall built around her and not very many people got in to see the real her. She disappeared after her small speech leading me to believe she was worse than me with my partying and doing drugs but I didn’t get to answer because she left. I went to go find her and after two hours of searching I had come up empty handed. I then spotted her light brown hair with the girls and some other guys I’ve never seen before. They were all sitting around the table outside by the pool laughing about something. Rose’s hands were being thrown all over the place and I could tell she was telling some story drunkenly. I smiled lightly watching her from the patio door. She had some dimples when she smiled and she was so animated that she reminded a lot of Louis when he told stories.
“Feel bad about the letter now?” John Michael voice asked and I looked over to see the taller boy and Rosemarie’s twin brother ask me.
“Yeah,” I said, “I take it you read it.”
“Found her curled up on her bed asleep with the letter in her hands,” he replied, “And you’ve gotten a lot of her story wrong.”
“Like she has most of my story wrong,” I replied.
“Well maybe you should take this assignment seriously then,” he said, “Get to know each other. My sister needs someone to save her and I’m not that person anymore. I used to be but I’m not her superman anymore.”
“Superman?” I asked looking at John Michael.
“Ask her about it in one of your letters,” John Michael said, “You’d be shocked how similar you two actually are.”
“We’re nothing alike,” I said watching her as she drunkenly listened to a story, “She’s a know-it-all.”
“And you’re not?” he asked me.
“No I’m not,” I replied and John Michael laughed.
“You two are so stubborn,” he said shaking his head, “Well I’m going to go find Lou and Liam. They owe me some money from the poker game the other night. Just think about what I said Haz. She’s a great ally to have a bad enemy to have.”
John Michael then disappeared before I could even ask what he was talking about. I then headed back to the kitchen deciding I needed a drink and to stop thinking about words, school, and Rosemarie Siege. I was on my umpteenth cup of beer when I saw her dancing with Niall. They were giggling and I decided to make my move on her. I made my way up to her and she stopped dancing and looked up at me. When our eyes met, I saw her eyes flash an emotion I’ve never seen before. It was a mixture of hate and anger in one.
“What do you want?” she spat at me.
“I want you,” I said the alcohol overpowering what I really wanted to do.
“I’m not an easy fuck Harry,” she sneered drunkenly, “I hate you. I would never sleep with you.”
“That’s a lie,” I growled getting upset that she was being rude.
“No its not,” she hissed, “You’re just upset because someone just said no to you. Well guess what life isn’t going to hand you what you want Harry. Life will give you something and then take it all away with no warning or care. It’ll rip it away and stab you in the heart so get over yourself and deal with the word no!”
I felt the anger boil over in my veins because I wanted to talk to her but she wouldn’t give me a chance to talk. I grabbed her arm and she struggled to get free.
“Get off of me,” she sneered, “Don’t touch me!”
“No you will talk to me,” I snapped in anger.
Before I could do anything else, I saw John Michael’s frame in between me and Rose.
“I think that’s enough Harry,” he warned and then went to check on Rose who was glaring at me.
“I just want to go home Johnny,” she sighed, “No I’m fine. Yes, I’m fine promise. Just take me home.”
John Michael then picked up his sister bridal style and just shook his head at me. That’s when I decided to take John Michael’s word and I was going to get know Rosemarie Siege and tear down those walls she had up.
Rosemarie’s POV
I don’t remember much after seeing the girls but I do remember fighting with Harry but I couldn’t remember what it was. When morning came, I groaned. I had a splitting headache and the sun rays weren’t helping at all. I rolled over to see what time it was and sighed when it was only noon. I hadn’t had enough sleep but I smiled when I saw aspirin and glass of water next to me. John Michael was a godsend sometimes. I took the pills and looked down to see I was still in my dress from the party. I decided to shower and change into some comfortable clothes (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=85855087). Once I was done changing, I threw my hair back up to my famous messy bun and walked downstairs to find John Michael watching some movie with Niall, Zayn, Louis, and Liam.
“Where’s your asshole of a friend?” I asked walking into the living room.
“Probably nursing a hangover worse than yours,” John Michael replied and I winced.
“Don’t yell,” I said, “My head hurts way too much.”
“Hey Rose wanna come watch?” Niall asked.
“I’m going to pass because I have some math I have to tackle so I can lounge tomorrow,” I said.
“You mean you understand the homework,” Liam said shocked.
“Go to the kitchen,” I said, “I’ll bring the book down and I’ll explain everything.”
“I’ll grab everything,” John Michael said.
I nodded my head and then spun around and headed back into the kitchen. The boys soon followed me and that’s how we spent the afternoon. As hungover as I was, I explained math and we got our math homework done. After homework was done, the boys spent another hour about how I should get to know Harry. They went into detail saying how good he actually is and that he just puts up that badass exterior as a front to keep people away. I decided to get away from it by saying I was going to bed to sleep more. I was hiding under my covers when someone knocked on my door to my bedroom.
“Go away,” I groaned, “My head fucking hurts! Quit pounding!”
The door then opened and I heard a voice that I did not want to hear.
“I have a letter for you,” his raspy voice said.
I stuck my hand out from under the covers and I felt the letter being placed in my hand.
“You can take your time answering it if you want,” he said and I looked up at him to see that Harry was being sincere because I noticed when he was being sarcastic his eyes sparkled with mischievous.
“Just sit here while I read it,” I sighed, “I’m not going to be allowed to sleep this hangover off so I’ll just answer them in person and then write down some letter.”
“Alright,” he said and I pointed over to the window seat.
He crossed the room and sat down and I pulled myself up on the bed and crawled out of the sheets. I then opened the envelope and started reading.
Letter 2
September 29, 2012
Dear Olivia Pendergast,
Well way to prove me completely and utterly wrong. I was really shocked to see you at the party last night. Smoking a joint and drinking at the same time. The only real people to ever do that, that I know of are me and the boys which leads me to believe you used to have your fair share of parties Miss Pendergast. Did you used to party in the “states” as you called them?
I also noticed something else about you last night with our short ten minute conversation. You’re very insightful. Not many people pick up on what I do outside of school. That’s probably because many people don’t believe that the boys and I all live in the nice house two blocks away from here. Yes I have sold drugs but I don’t do it all the time. I’m more of a street fighter actually. I’m pretty good at it. Now that I’ve shared some things about myself, I ask you do the same.
So why do you hide your tattoos? Last night was the first night I’ve ever seen your tattoos which intrigue me. They’re all insightful saying or drawings which leads me to believe that they all have meaning in some shape or form. I do have to say my favorite one is the one with the word faith and birds flying away from the word. I find it very uplifting in some ways.
My next question is why are you so damn difficult? I tried to apologize to you last night but you just scolded me like I was a child. Do you not want to have anyone close to you? Why? You confuse me so damn much Olivia Pendergast. You’re brother says you’re a very complex person and that I should get to know you and I’m taking his word on it. I like a challenge and I intend to have you become a friend by the end of this project. You will be my friend Olivia Pendergast whether you want me to or not.
Love,
S
When I looked up from the letter, I found Harry looking at pictures that had me from when I was a freshman in high school. That’s when my parents started fighting and that’s when I became rebellious. I was blonde at the time and I died my hair different colored tips. My parents were pissed but they couldn’t do much about it. I smiled sadly wishing my dad didn’t leave us for another woman but I could change the past. I stood up from the bed making Harry look at me and I took off the flannel shirt I had on.
“The tattoo on my right wrist is when I ever think that I have it rough and want to harm myself that I’m stronger than that,” I said opening up a bit to him and deciding to take the boys’ advice, “I was a heavy self-harmer when I was fourteen. The tattoo was to cover up the scars I had. John Michael walked in on me one day after school and we went to go get it done. I had John Michael come up with the design and that was his advice to me.”
Harry had then moved to the end of my bed and I was just standing in front of him.
“The butterflies on my left wrist was just a spur of the moment thing,” I said, “I like butterflies and my friend wanted me to get a tattoo with her so I just decided to get that.”
Harry smiled lightly at that story and looked up at me with those green eyes still curious.
“The tattoo on my elbow that reaches up to my wrist was because of faith,” I said, “I have faith that I’m going to be okay. I have faith that I’m going to do something with my life. I have faith that I’m not going to become a nobody but a somebody. The birds were added because they were free and I’ve always wanted to be free and not have a care in the world.”
“Do you have more tattoos?” Harry asked and smiled lightly and shook my head yes.
I lifted my shirt for him to read both my left rib and my right rib tattoos.
“The left one says ‘You only live once but if done right once is enough’ and the right one says ‘We accept the love we think we deserve’,” I said, “The right one is a favorite quote from my favorite book called The Perks of Being a Wallflower. The other one was a saying my dad always used to tell me when I was growing up when things were getting rough and I was trying to find the light at the end of the tunnel,” I said, “Then I have a tattoo behind my right ear that has believe and a small bird flying the length of my ear.”
“Well you have way more than I thought you did,” Harry said shocked as I sat next to him.
“I get that a lot,” I said and he laughed at my sarcasm.
“So why do you hide them then?” he asked.
“My mom,” I said, “Believe it or not but John Michael’s the golden child in this family. My mother isn’t my biggest fan. Even with the complete personality change so I hide them for her. It’s just easier for both of us. I’m a main reason why she works night shifts because she doesn’t want to deal with me. It hurts a bit but I’m used it. Sometimes I wished I decided to live with my dad because he was the only one who seemed to care about me other than John Michael. And to answer the first question in your letter, I was the biggest partier known to Santa Barbra High School back home. If there was a party happening I knew about them. I would usually sneak out of the house and go get completely wasted. The partying got worse when my parents started fighting more though. It would be to the point where I would sneak out on Friday night and come back Sunday morning.”
I then looked over at Harry to see him completely and utterly shocked. I smiled sadly and then stood up from the bed.
“Told you nothing you’ve heard about me is true,” I said, “I’ll get my letter written and I’ll drop it off later or you can join the guys downstairs. My mom should be waking up soon and maybe you guys can talk her into ordering you all pizza for dinner.”
I then walked over to my desk and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen.
“Why don’t you just ask me the questions?” Harry said, “Maybe we can go talk to Mrs. W into just letting us talk to each other.”
“No way Styles,” I said smiling, “Writing letters is way more romantic.”
Harry then just rolled his eyes at the sarcasm and nodded his head.
“Whatever Siege,” he said, “I’ll be downstairs then I guess.”
I heard my bedroom door shut and I smiled at my blank piece of paper. Maybe the boys were right about Harry. He wasn’t completely a jerk he was actually kind of sweet that or he was a great actor.
Letter 2
September 29, 2012
Dear S,
So maybe your friends are right about you and you’re not a complete asshole. Today was actually kind of nice. No one’s ever really seen my tattoos and ask about their meanings. Most of the time when someone sees my tattoos they consider me a punk and a street rat, haha get the joke? Alright so I’m a horrible person at making jokes, sue me. Anyways I had no idea you were a street fighter. I’m pretty sure that’s completely illegal but I’m not going to judge. I’ve had my fair share with the run-in with the police when I was younger but that’s another story for another time. You must be undefeated because if you fight for money which I have to assume happens the fights must be enough along with the other jobs you and the boys do.
Now I have questions for you. Why are you a complete and utter asshole to everyone in school? Have you ever thought that if you were nice to people they would give you a chance or do you assume everyone thinks you’re a complete waste of time? You made me listen to you. Drunk even and something struck me. It wasn’t just Lou, Niall, Liam, Zayn, and John Michael who were telling me to give you a chance. You had something behind your eyes last night at your party. It was determination to get me to listen to you and I haven’t seen that look on your face since you couldn’t get that song in music class a month ago. I do have to say that I have to give you credit for living alone with your mates. I’m curious about what happened to your family but I feel like that’s a touchy subject so I’ll just wait for another rainy day to ask that. I do however want to know your stories about your tattoos.
Another quick observation too. I have to say that we’ve completely skipped the whole cliché getting to know you questions, so we should probably get those out of the way so these are the questions I would like to know the answers to:
Favorite movie
Favorite food
Favorite sport to watch
Favorite color
Favorite music artist
What do you want to do after high school (I have no clue what you British call high school!)
Favorite type of drink (other than alcohol smartass!)
Favorite TV show
Now that we have those I’ll answer them as well and attach the sheet to the back of this letter so you have my answers too. Gee aren’t I just amazingly smart? Just kidding, I’m being a smartass now.
Waiting for your letter,
Olivia Pendergast
I then quickly scribbled my answers on a separate sheet and then shoved letter and answers into an envelope and wrote Harry’s name on it. I opened my door to find my mom’s door open and I frowned a bit. If my mom was awake things could get a bit embarrassing for me. I sighed and just decided to give the letter to Harry while he was still here. I walked down the stairs to find Louis, Harry, Liam, Zayn, Niall, John Michael, and my mother all talking about something in the living room. My mom was smiling at them which shocked me because most of the time when I brought over a boy like that she always told me he was worthless. When I walked into the room my mom gave me a fake smile and the next question kind of stung.
“Nursing a hangover sweetheart?” she asked, “John Michael said you were in your room.”
“I was doing homework,” I replied, “I was over at Jenna’s house last night. I got home around noon.”
“I’m sure you were sweetheart,” she replied and I didn’t reply.
“Here’s the letter from my friend Harry,” I said handing it to him, “She wrote it last night in response to your letter.”
“Thanks,” he said nodding his head.
“No problem,” I said, “I’ll be in my room studying if you need anything.”
I was about to head upstairs when my mom volunteered me to go get food for the boys.
“Actually Rose could you go get the boys some pizza?” she asked, “I have to head to work and I don’t want them to order in and have to pay the extra fee.”
She knew I wasn’t going to have enough gas to get back since I didn’t get paid until Monday but she asked anyway.
“I would love to Mom but I don’t have enough gas,” I started.
“Great than its settled then,” she smiled, “I’ll give you the money for the pizza and I expect change and you not to pocket it like always.”
“Mom since when. . .”John Michael started.
“Oh hush John,” my mom said and handed me the money and I sighed, “Now you boys be good. I have to run to work. It was nice meeting John Michael’s friends finally.”
She then kissed John Michael’s cheek and then looked at me and left the house. I took a shaky breath feeling a lump form in my throat but I felt some wrap their arms around me in a hug.
“Come on,” I heard Harry’s voice, “We can go in my car.”
“Hey Johnny,” I grinned.
“Hey sis,” he grinned, “God you smoked that entire thing by yourself didn’t you?”
“I’m as cool as a cucumber,” I grinned.
“Holy shit,” Niall said his Irish accent shining through, “I had no clue. . .”
“Don’t always judge a book by its cover sir,” I laughed, “I wanna play pong Johnny.”
“Well Harry didn’t set up a place to play tonight Rose,” John Michael said and I sighed.
“Of course not,” I sighed getting up, “Nothing ever goes my way.”
Niall laughed at my exaggeration. I grinned and kissed both John Michael’s and Niall’s cheek.
“I’m going to go get plastered my friends,” I smiled, “After today I really do need it.”
I then disappeared for the millionth time and went to go get something else to drink. I was getting my second beer of the night when I saw Danielle and the girls coming over to me.
“So John Michael got you to come out,” Danielle said and I grinned.
I hugged her, Eleanor, and Perrie.
“Yup,” I grinned and they all laughed.
“Drew said he gave you a joint,” Perrie said, “I figured you’d smoke it as soon as possible.”
“Well you would be correct,” I grinned, “I’m at ease now. Especially after the day I had.”
“You read Harry’s nasty letter?” Eleanor asked and I nodded my head.
“Yup,” I said, “I couldn’t even read all of it. Brought back to many bad memories of Jeremy.”
“Well now you can drink your sorrows with us!” Danielle exclaimed and we cheered and laughed.
I don’t know how many drinks I had with the girls but it was to the point where I needed someone for support which meant I was really going to regret it in the morning but I didn’t care. I hadn’t been hammered for about a year and a half and I needed to let loose.
Harry’s POV
After my small talk with Rosemarie outside, I knew the letter I wrote earlier in class was completely wrong. She had this huge wall built around her and not very many people got in to see the real her. She disappeared after her small speech leading me to believe she was worse than me with my partying and doing drugs but I didn’t get to answer because she left. I went to go find her and after two hours of searching I had come up empty handed. I then spotted her light brown hair with the girls and some other guys I’ve never seen before. They were all sitting around the table outside by the pool laughing about something. Rose’s hands were being thrown all over the place and I could tell she was telling some story drunkenly. I smiled lightly watching her from the patio door. She had some dimples when she smiled and she was so animated that she reminded a lot of Louis when he told stories.
“Feel bad about the letter now?” John Michael voice asked and I looked over to see the taller boy and Rosemarie’s twin brother ask me.
“Yeah,” I said, “I take it you read it.”
“Found her curled up on her bed asleep with the letter in her hands,” he replied, “And you’ve gotten a lot of her story wrong.”
“Like she has most of my story wrong,” I replied.
“Well maybe you should take this assignment seriously then,” he said, “Get to know each other. My sister needs someone to save her and I’m not that person anymore. I used to be but I’m not her superman anymore.”
“Superman?” I asked looking at John Michael.
“Ask her about it in one of your letters,” John Michael said, “You’d be shocked how similar you two actually are.”
“We’re nothing alike,” I said watching her as she drunkenly listened to a story, “She’s a know-it-all.”
“And you’re not?” he asked me.
“No I’m not,” I replied and John Michael laughed.
“You two are so stubborn,” he said shaking his head, “Well I’m going to go find Lou and Liam. They owe me some money from the poker game the other night. Just think about what I said Haz. She’s a great ally to have a bad enemy to have.”
John Michael then disappeared before I could even ask what he was talking about. I then headed back to the kitchen deciding I needed a drink and to stop thinking about words, school, and Rosemarie Siege. I was on my umpteenth cup of beer when I saw her dancing with Niall. They were giggling and I decided to make my move on her. I made my way up to her and she stopped dancing and looked up at me. When our eyes met, I saw her eyes flash an emotion I’ve never seen before. It was a mixture of hate and anger in one.
“What do you want?” she spat at me.
“I want you,” I said the alcohol overpowering what I really wanted to do.
“I’m not an easy fuck Harry,” she sneered drunkenly, “I hate you. I would never sleep with you.”
“That’s a lie,” I growled getting upset that she was being rude.
“No its not,” she hissed, “You’re just upset because someone just said no to you. Well guess what life isn’t going to hand you what you want Harry. Life will give you something and then take it all away with no warning or care. It’ll rip it away and stab you in the heart so get over yourself and deal with the word no!”
I felt the anger boil over in my veins because I wanted to talk to her but she wouldn’t give me a chance to talk. I grabbed her arm and she struggled to get free.
“Get off of me,” she sneered, “Don’t touch me!”
“No you will talk to me,” I snapped in anger.
Before I could do anything else, I saw John Michael’s frame in between me and Rose.
“I think that’s enough Harry,” he warned and then went to check on Rose who was glaring at me.
“I just want to go home Johnny,” she sighed, “No I’m fine. Yes, I’m fine promise. Just take me home.”
John Michael then picked up his sister bridal style and just shook his head at me. That’s when I decided to take John Michael’s word and I was going to get know Rosemarie Siege and tear down those walls she had up.
Rosemarie’s POV
I don’t remember much after seeing the girls but I do remember fighting with Harry but I couldn’t remember what it was. When morning came, I groaned. I had a splitting headache and the sun rays weren’t helping at all. I rolled over to see what time it was and sighed when it was only noon. I hadn’t had enough sleep but I smiled when I saw aspirin and glass of water next to me. John Michael was a godsend sometimes. I took the pills and looked down to see I was still in my dress from the party. I decided to shower and change into some comfortable clothes (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=85855087). Once I was done changing, I threw my hair back up to my famous messy bun and walked downstairs to find John Michael watching some movie with Niall, Zayn, Louis, and Liam.
“Where’s your asshole of a friend?” I asked walking into the living room.
“Probably nursing a hangover worse than yours,” John Michael replied and I winced.
“Don’t yell,” I said, “My head hurts way too much.”
“Hey Rose wanna come watch?” Niall asked.
“I’m going to pass because I have some math I have to tackle so I can lounge tomorrow,” I said.
“You mean you understand the homework,” Liam said shocked.
“Go to the kitchen,” I said, “I’ll bring the book down and I’ll explain everything.”
“I’ll grab everything,” John Michael said.
I nodded my head and then spun around and headed back into the kitchen. The boys soon followed me and that’s how we spent the afternoon. As hungover as I was, I explained math and we got our math homework done. After homework was done, the boys spent another hour about how I should get to know Harry. They went into detail saying how good he actually is and that he just puts up that badass exterior as a front to keep people away. I decided to get away from it by saying I was going to bed to sleep more. I was hiding under my covers when someone knocked on my door to my bedroom.
“Go away,” I groaned, “My head fucking hurts! Quit pounding!”
The door then opened and I heard a voice that I did not want to hear.
“I have a letter for you,” his raspy voice said.
I stuck my hand out from under the covers and I felt the letter being placed in my hand.
“You can take your time answering it if you want,” he said and I looked up at him to see that Harry was being sincere because I noticed when he was being sarcastic his eyes sparkled with mischievous.
“Just sit here while I read it,” I sighed, “I’m not going to be allowed to sleep this hangover off so I’ll just answer them in person and then write down some letter.”
“Alright,” he said and I pointed over to the window seat.
He crossed the room and sat down and I pulled myself up on the bed and crawled out of the sheets. I then opened the envelope and started reading.
Letter 2
September 29, 2012
Dear Olivia Pendergast,
Well way to prove me completely and utterly wrong. I was really shocked to see you at the party last night. Smoking a joint and drinking at the same time. The only real people to ever do that, that I know of are me and the boys which leads me to believe you used to have your fair share of parties Miss Pendergast. Did you used to party in the “states” as you called them?
I also noticed something else about you last night with our short ten minute conversation. You’re very insightful. Not many people pick up on what I do outside of school. That’s probably because many people don’t believe that the boys and I all live in the nice house two blocks away from here. Yes I have sold drugs but I don’t do it all the time. I’m more of a street fighter actually. I’m pretty good at it. Now that I’ve shared some things about myself, I ask you do the same.
So why do you hide your tattoos? Last night was the first night I’ve ever seen your tattoos which intrigue me. They’re all insightful saying or drawings which leads me to believe that they all have meaning in some shape or form. I do have to say my favorite one is the one with the word faith and birds flying away from the word. I find it very uplifting in some ways.
My next question is why are you so damn difficult? I tried to apologize to you last night but you just scolded me like I was a child. Do you not want to have anyone close to you? Why? You confuse me so damn much Olivia Pendergast. You’re brother says you’re a very complex person and that I should get to know you and I’m taking his word on it. I like a challenge and I intend to have you become a friend by the end of this project. You will be my friend Olivia Pendergast whether you want me to or not.
Love,
S
When I looked up from the letter, I found Harry looking at pictures that had me from when I was a freshman in high school. That’s when my parents started fighting and that’s when I became rebellious. I was blonde at the time and I died my hair different colored tips. My parents were pissed but they couldn’t do much about it. I smiled sadly wishing my dad didn’t leave us for another woman but I could change the past. I stood up from the bed making Harry look at me and I took off the flannel shirt I had on.
“The tattoo on my right wrist is when I ever think that I have it rough and want to harm myself that I’m stronger than that,” I said opening up a bit to him and deciding to take the boys’ advice, “I was a heavy self-harmer when I was fourteen. The tattoo was to cover up the scars I had. John Michael walked in on me one day after school and we went to go get it done. I had John Michael come up with the design and that was his advice to me.”
Harry had then moved to the end of my bed and I was just standing in front of him.
“The butterflies on my left wrist was just a spur of the moment thing,” I said, “I like butterflies and my friend wanted me to get a tattoo with her so I just decided to get that.”
Harry smiled lightly at that story and looked up at me with those green eyes still curious.
“The tattoo on my elbow that reaches up to my wrist was because of faith,” I said, “I have faith that I’m going to be okay. I have faith that I’m going to do something with my life. I have faith that I’m not going to become a nobody but a somebody. The birds were added because they were free and I’ve always wanted to be free and not have a care in the world.”
“Do you have more tattoos?” Harry asked and smiled lightly and shook my head yes.
I lifted my shirt for him to read both my left rib and my right rib tattoos.
“The left one says ‘You only live once but if done right once is enough’ and the right one says ‘We accept the love we think we deserve’,” I said, “The right one is a favorite quote from my favorite book called The Perks of Being a Wallflower. The other one was a saying my dad always used to tell me when I was growing up when things were getting rough and I was trying to find the light at the end of the tunnel,” I said, “Then I have a tattoo behind my right ear that has believe and a small bird flying the length of my ear.”
“Well you have way more than I thought you did,” Harry said shocked as I sat next to him.
“I get that a lot,” I said and he laughed at my sarcasm.
“So why do you hide them then?” he asked.
“My mom,” I said, “Believe it or not but John Michael’s the golden child in this family. My mother isn’t my biggest fan. Even with the complete personality change so I hide them for her. It’s just easier for both of us. I’m a main reason why she works night shifts because she doesn’t want to deal with me. It hurts a bit but I’m used it. Sometimes I wished I decided to live with my dad because he was the only one who seemed to care about me other than John Michael. And to answer the first question in your letter, I was the biggest partier known to Santa Barbra High School back home. If there was a party happening I knew about them. I would usually sneak out of the house and go get completely wasted. The partying got worse when my parents started fighting more though. It would be to the point where I would sneak out on Friday night and come back Sunday morning.”
I then looked over at Harry to see him completely and utterly shocked. I smiled sadly and then stood up from the bed.
“Told you nothing you’ve heard about me is true,” I said, “I’ll get my letter written and I’ll drop it off later or you can join the guys downstairs. My mom should be waking up soon and maybe you guys can talk her into ordering you all pizza for dinner.”
I then walked over to my desk and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen.
“Why don’t you just ask me the questions?” Harry said, “Maybe we can go talk to Mrs. W into just letting us talk to each other.”
“No way Styles,” I said smiling, “Writing letters is way more romantic.”
Harry then just rolled his eyes at the sarcasm and nodded his head.
“Whatever Siege,” he said, “I’ll be downstairs then I guess.”
I heard my bedroom door shut and I smiled at my blank piece of paper. Maybe the boys were right about Harry. He wasn’t completely a jerk he was actually kind of sweet that or he was a great actor.
Letter 2
September 29, 2012
Dear S,
So maybe your friends are right about you and you’re not a complete asshole. Today was actually kind of nice. No one’s ever really seen my tattoos and ask about their meanings. Most of the time when someone sees my tattoos they consider me a punk and a street rat, haha get the joke? Alright so I’m a horrible person at making jokes, sue me. Anyways I had no idea you were a street fighter. I’m pretty sure that’s completely illegal but I’m not going to judge. I’ve had my fair share with the run-in with the police when I was younger but that’s another story for another time. You must be undefeated because if you fight for money which I have to assume happens the fights must be enough along with the other jobs you and the boys do.
Now I have questions for you. Why are you a complete and utter asshole to everyone in school? Have you ever thought that if you were nice to people they would give you a chance or do you assume everyone thinks you’re a complete waste of time? You made me listen to you. Drunk even and something struck me. It wasn’t just Lou, Niall, Liam, Zayn, and John Michael who were telling me to give you a chance. You had something behind your eyes last night at your party. It was determination to get me to listen to you and I haven’t seen that look on your face since you couldn’t get that song in music class a month ago. I do have to say that I have to give you credit for living alone with your mates. I’m curious about what happened to your family but I feel like that’s a touchy subject so I’ll just wait for another rainy day to ask that. I do however want to know your stories about your tattoos.
Another quick observation too. I have to say that we’ve completely skipped the whole cliché getting to know you questions, so we should probably get those out of the way so these are the questions I would like to know the answers to:
Favorite movie
Favorite food
Favorite sport to watch
Favorite color
Favorite music artist
What do you want to do after high school (I have no clue what you British call high school!)
Favorite type of drink (other than alcohol smartass!)
Favorite TV show
Now that we have those I’ll answer them as well and attach the sheet to the back of this letter so you have my answers too. Gee aren’t I just amazingly smart? Just kidding, I’m being a smartass now.
Waiting for your letter,
Olivia Pendergast
I then quickly scribbled my answers on a separate sheet and then shoved letter and answers into an envelope and wrote Harry’s name on it. I opened my door to find my mom’s door open and I frowned a bit. If my mom was awake things could get a bit embarrassing for me. I sighed and just decided to give the letter to Harry while he was still here. I walked down the stairs to find Louis, Harry, Liam, Zayn, Niall, John Michael, and my mother all talking about something in the living room. My mom was smiling at them which shocked me because most of the time when I brought over a boy like that she always told me he was worthless. When I walked into the room my mom gave me a fake smile and the next question kind of stung.
“Nursing a hangover sweetheart?” she asked, “John Michael said you were in your room.”
“I was doing homework,” I replied, “I was over at Jenna’s house last night. I got home around noon.”
“I’m sure you were sweetheart,” she replied and I didn’t reply.
“Here’s the letter from my friend Harry,” I said handing it to him, “She wrote it last night in response to your letter.”
“Thanks,” he said nodding his head.
“No problem,” I said, “I’ll be in my room studying if you need anything.”
I was about to head upstairs when my mom volunteered me to go get food for the boys.
“Actually Rose could you go get the boys some pizza?” she asked, “I have to head to work and I don’t want them to order in and have to pay the extra fee.”
She knew I wasn’t going to have enough gas to get back since I didn’t get paid until Monday but she asked anyway.
“I would love to Mom but I don’t have enough gas,” I started.
“Great than its settled then,” she smiled, “I’ll give you the money for the pizza and I expect change and you not to pocket it like always.”
“Mom since when. . .”John Michael started.
“Oh hush John,” my mom said and handed me the money and I sighed, “Now you boys be good. I have to run to work. It was nice meeting John Michael’s friends finally.”
She then kissed John Michael’s cheek and then looked at me and left the house. I took a shaky breath feeling a lump form in my throat but I felt some wrap their arms around me in a hug.
“Come on,” I heard Harry’s voice, “We can go in my car.”
Notes
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10/27/13