Since When? (Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

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When I wake up in the morning my first groggy thought is What the hell has crawled into my mouth and died? as I run my tongue along the roof of my mouth. I shouldn't have had that shot last night, then I could've gotten over the hangover... I smack myself in the head for being to stupid but immediately regret it because the result is a painful throb that echoes through my body. 

With a groan I turn over and look at the bedside clock. 8:15 am. I get a vague feeling I should be somewhere, but I can't recall it so I roll over and pull the covers over my head. Then it hits me. Shit. I have school. I bolt upright in bed but the blood rushes to my head and I have to lie down again. Screw it, I'm gonna skip my first class. I mean, who wants to go to Chem 11 anyways. It's not like not going is  gonna change my reputation much. Still I should get ready. I haul myself out of bed and practically crawl to the bathroom. 

Once in the shower, I turn on the cold water. I yelp as it hits my face, but I force myself to stay under and let it run over my naked body. The chill helps clear my foggy head even if it does require me almost biting my lip off to stand the cold. After a few moments more of this, I turn on the hot water to get my blood flowing again. 

Fifteen minutes later I'm walking downstairs to make coffee, the ambrosia of my existence. As I turn the corner to enter the kitchen, I run straight into someone, knocking foreheads with them.

"Ow! That doesn't help my head anymore than drinking does, so watch where you're going Jon." 

A voice much deeper than my brothers replies, "Sorry Jenna." 

I look up only to find myself staring straight into startling green eyes of Harry Styles. I huff in exasperation and roll my eyes at him instead of saying anything and push past him. He walks to the bathroom. My brother Jon is leaning against the kitchen counter, blowing on a cup of tea. 

"Ah! Sleeping beauty has risen from the dead! And boy, does she look it too!" He says teasingly. I'm not in the mood.

"Shut up Jonathan." He just laughs.

"Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Another late night I'm guessing?" Jon knows of my night time anticts. 

"No shit sherlock. Sure, whatever. Doesn't matter." I change the subject, "Anyways, why didn't you and Harry drive to school without me?" They are both a year above me in school. 

"If we hadn't stayed, how else would you get to school? Walk? Like you wanna do that for 5 km..." He shakes his head mockingly, "Anyways, Harry said we should stay."

"Somebody say my name?" Harry walks back into the room, drying his hands on the bathroom hand towel. I never noticed before, but he has massive hands. The towel looks like a scrap of fabric in them. 

"Just telling Jenkins here-"

"Don't call me that." I interrupt him. Jenkins is the name hes called me since we were little.

"-how you wanted to wait for her." 

For a second Harry seems to be fumbling over his words. " Yeah...well...urm, it was, like, the right thing to do..." He continues, "Yeh know, I mean, how else would she have gotten to school."

I snort in a very unlady like way. "Ha, sure. That's what my darling brother here said. Goes to show you how UN-great minds think alike." Harry flushes red, and I almost feel bad for a second, but then  my head throbs again and I forget it. It seems to be taking longer than usual for the coffee to be made. 

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Harry Styles is my brothers best mate. Has been since they started middle school together. It's not unusual to find him at our house at least once a week. Also he drives us to school on the days when our parents aren't around, which is often, so we see him regularly. 

Back when I had friends, they would all gush at me how lucky I am to be around him so much, and to know him. He's what they like to call a 'sex god'. He has a head of curly brown hair that he has to flip out of his eyes constantly; green eyes that they say 'are like pools of emeralds that see into your soul'; and a gravely voice that for some reason makes them squeal like baby pigs. Yeah, he is your neighbourhood cutie, but I don't get why they obsess over him. To me he's Harry, Jon's friend; not 'oh my god it's Harry isn't he so hot.' I guess from the way I'm talking about my friends, I didn't really like them anyways... But, don't forget about how they react to the knowledge that Jonathan Norman is my brother. I can see why they are surprised, (we look NOTHING alike. Only similarities are our blue eyes and straight hair.) but not the excited part. I guess it's a sister thing. 

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Anyways enough about the shallow attractions girls have to my brother and Harry. 

"Why are you guys skipping class for me? Your graduating this year, you can't afford to do that!"

Jon just stares at me like I'm from another planet. "We have a spare this morning. But, you are such a bloody hypocrite, you know that right? Isn't she Harry?"

"Urrm...-"

"Jon, just leave it. I can deal with my problems myself." I close my eyes with a sigh and focus on pouring my coffee. 

"Fine! Don't listen to your big brother. I won't say anything! You just go and waste your self away and ruin your future. See how that turns out!" He slams his mug down and walks out of the kitchen. I flinch as I hear his door slam down the hallway. 

I stare into the blackness of my coffe sulkily. When Harry finally speaks I'd almost forgotten he was there. 

"Err...Jenna what were you, like, actually doing last night?" He asks awkwardly.

"Thats none of your business." I glare at him.

"Jenna, common. Tell me." He comes around the island in the center of the kitchen to stand in front of me. I realise it doesn't really matter if he knows or not.

"Fine, you wanna know? Last night, which is the same as every other night, I went out clubbing, hooked up with a guy, drunk, felt sick, came home and passed out. And last night was pretty uneventful compared to others. There, you happy?" I smile painfully at him.

"Oh Jenna..." He reaches out to touch my arm, but I brush it away. 

"I don't want your sympathy. I'll be in the car." I put down my coffee, I no longer want it, and go sit in the Harrys car.

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The car ride to school is filled with a loud awkward silence. No one talks. 

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As you can see, we have introduced our leading man ;) Hope you guys have enjoyed it so far.

xoxo Nova