Our love

Wednesday's Pov

Well, let's just say I did not have the best time with my father. I had drinks spilled on me, my hair pulled, fell on my face, smacked on my butt, had a gun held to my head. He was showing m how fast he could pull a gun out. I was stepped on, the ceiling broke, and almost killed me, I'm pretty sure I still have shrimp in my bra, lost my jacket (not sure how), smacked, whacked, and punched in the face. Cracked my phone screen, almost died of choking on an appetizer, and more.

My father couldn't drive so his friend's drives him home, without any recognition of how I was going to get back safely. I had to walk. It was such a far walk, and the storm started I think. Might be just rain, but I was SOAKED, and dripping wet when I finally got back to my house. I opened the door and already see towels on the floor. "Saw you walking down the street, and I just figured to get towels" my brother said, and I don't even bother to look up.

"So I'm guessing your new friends are here still?" I ask. "Yeah, they are right here." He replies. "Well, if they don't wish to die, they have to stay here" I state. "Yeah, Friday said we would have to" I hear an Irish voice say. "Ooooh! Irish, well that's interesting. I thought all your friends were rude spoiled brats from down the street" I comment. "Wednesday, I'm right here" I stand with my back turned, and listen to a familiar voice. "Oh hey Derek."

"So yeah, I'm going upstairs. I'm freaking freezing" I say walking upstairs. "Well, nice to meet ya" I hear once again hear the lovely Irish voice. "You too, mysterious person in my living room"


I take a shower, and change into pajamas, and grab my new cracked phone, and realize it got wet from my previous soaking wet clothes. "You have got to be kidding me" I whisper to myself. Can't go on my phone, so I'll just lay down till I fall asleep. I turn over to my niece's little alarm clock he left in my room, and not sure why it's still here. It's 8:02 pm. Ugh!!!! "I'm hungry" I say to myself, and I open my door, and walk downstairs. I have stuff in the fridge, and when I open it, it's gone. "Derek!!" "What?!" Where is my stuff??" He doesn't answer, and I walk into the living room. I see him eating it, and I scowl him. I walk over to him and do the remaining scene from Lilo & Stitch. I hold my finger in front of his face, and I'm quiet surprised that it is already bothering him. "Don't touch me" "im not touching you" "She's touching me" "im not touching you" and I grab the remainings of my food. "Hey!!" He protests. "What?! It's mine!" I argue. "Sharing is caring!" He yells. "Well, I don't care" I push him back.

"Um, excuse me. We have guests." Friday shouts, and I quickly stop, but then Derek accidentally punching me in the face, and I fall. I check my nose, and its bleeding. "You hit like a bitc-". I'm cut off, because comes and kicks Derek, and starts swatting me. "Friday, stopit!!" I say slapping him back. I hear laughs and snickering in the background, and again remember be have guests. "I'm sorry about my beh-" I'm stopped by blood dripping to my lip. "You mother F-er" I say without saying the word, kicking Derek in the leg, before walking away with my head tilted back.

"Well that was fun" I her that once again Irish voice from the living room,as I walk upstairs.

I take care of my bloody nose, and I walk back downstairs to see if I have anything else. I get into the kitchen, and the first thing I see is cereal. "okay. Cereal for dinner. Why not?" I ask, and pour me a bowl. I hear footsteps into the kitchen with me, and I figure it's Derek. "Hey, sorry I kicked you in the leg" I tell him before eating another bite of my cereal. "I'm sure he's fine" I hear a British accent fill my ears. I turn around and see a man. Tall man, with tattoos going down his arms, and wearing skinny jeans. He looks familiar. I wonder from where.

"H-Hi.." I say feeling weirdly nervous. "Hi. Uh. I'm Harry. Nice to meet you" he smiles. Holy crap!! The way his accent rolls of his tongue. Oh my god. "He holds his hand out, and I put my bowl down, and collide my hand with his. Oh my God!! He does not shake my hand, yet he brings it to his lips and kisses it. this takes all of my strength left in my body to not fall over. He smiles bigger, and keeps my hand inclined with his. This feels like heaven. "I'm going to go get back to my friends. Hope you join us later" he says looking down at me. He rubs the top of my hand with his thumb. He let's go, and it feels like all of the heat in my body is ripped out of me. "Wait.. I know you from somewhere" I call out, and he turns back around. "Well you should know that I'm a celebrity" he says looking down as if he was disappointed. "No. I have definitely seen you before" I tell him. "Well maybe you heard my- well, our music" he states referring to the men in the other room. "No, I would have remembered you. I met you before" I reply. We turn away from each other, and he walks away. I return to my now soggy cereal. Something about those curls seem familiar to me.

Notes

This one was a bit weird. I like it though, and I hope you do too.