Mica.
I climbed out of the car and waited for Zayn, but he sat there, not looking like he was planning on moving. "You coming in, or do you wanna sleep there tonight?" I joked, but my face fell when I realized he wasn't laughing.
"I, um, have to go somewhere. You go in, I'll be home shortly," he said, pulling my door shut and driving off without leaving me a space to say a simple 'bye'. I furrowed my eyebrows together but left it off, understanding that he had stuff going on and needed space. So I shrugged, turning and walking towards my front door. I pushed it open and skipped in happily.
"Honey, I'm home!" I shouted, skipping into the kitchen. I froze though, and looked at the sight before me. Harry was being held back by Louis and Niall and Liam was holding back the one and only, Jacob.
"I'll kill you, you asshole!" Harry shouted, wiggling and trying his best to escape his friends hold. I kicked my shoes off quickly and strutted towards Jacob confidentially.
"What the fuck are you doing here, you absolute shithead? Didn't I make myself clear the last time that I am completely done with you?" I hissed, crossing my arms and shifting onto my left leg, my blood boiling. He smirked, finally stopping his struggling within Liam's grasp and looked at me. He looked me up and down, stopping on my boobs, licking his lips and then looking me in the eye.
"You're still real pretty, Mica," he said, his voice raspy, like he was drunk and probably high. "Listen, there's a party at Ross's and he wanted me to invite you. You up for it, or are your babysitters keeping you home?" He smirked again, eyeing Harry.
I bit my lip, standing up straight and turning around to wear Harry was now standing in the middle of Louis and Niall. "No," he started, his face stern, "absolutely not."
"Aw, come on, Harry! It's a small party. One small party! I won't do anything, I won't drink, please Harry!" I begged, grabbing his shoulders and pulling him closer. I bit my lip, smirking a bit. "Please?"
"Absolutely fucking not, Mica, this is exactly what your dad told us to keep you away from," he scoffed, gesturing to Jacob, "my final answer is no." I pouted, my face dropping.
"Ugh! So you just want to keep me locked in my room all day?" I asked, now very annoyed. Harry shrugged and nodded.
"Fuck." I turned around to Jacob and sighed, speaking low. "Text me later before the party, but get the fuck out of my house for now." He opened his mouth, but I gave him a look. It was a look he knew, the shut-up-I'll-come-to-the-party-just-get-the-fuck-out look. He shut his mouth and nodded, pulling away from Liam and walking out of my house.
I sighed and turned back to Harry. "Are you trying to ruin my teenage years?" I asked. He sighed and shook his head.
"You're over reacting, Mica. You got high last time! You were arrested!" he exclaimed. I sighed and shook my head, muttering about not getting high.
"Why were you trying to kill him anyway?" I asked, putting finger quotations on kill. Louis, Liam and Niall laughed quietly while Harry bit his lip, looking down.
"He said my tattoo's looked gay," Harry said. I couldn't help but laugh as well. The boy had a butterfly on his stomach.
"You can't blame him for saying that," I started, "anyway, can I go to the party for an hour at least? Ross never throws big parties, please?" I begged some more, lying a little as well.
Louis scoffed behind Harry. "Just stop, Mica. You're not going and that's it!" Louis said, a little louder then I imagined. I glared at him, then at Harry.
"Fuck you then," I mumbled before turning around to walk away. Harry grabbed my hand to hold me back, but I pulled away and ran upstairs, locking my bedroom door to avoid the boys. I smiled and walked towards my closet.
"Hmm," I muttered, digging around a bit. I dug threw all my clothes until I got to the back of the wardrobe where I keep my party clothes. I smiled, pulling out the perfect outfit.
The jeans were low on my waist so you could see part of the thong I was wearing and the crop top showed most of my cleavage, exactly how I liked it.
When I was finally done my makeup, my phone buzzed right on time. I picked it up off my bed and checked it to see I had a text from Jacob.
im outside. u comin r wat?
I sighed at his rudeness and replied quickly.
U just b ready 2 drive quick. I'll b down in 5.
I stuffed my phone in my pocket and walked over to my window, pushing it open. Jacob was there with the car door open and the car running, ready to drive. I smiled, turning and walking over to the door. I quietly unlocked it but left it shut before running back over to my window and climbing out, going down the drain pipe. I ran as fast as I could in the heels I was wearing, right up to Jacob's car and got in. He drove as soon as the door shut.
"You're looking lovely," he smirked, staring at my chest. I scoffed, pulling my seat belt on.
"Shut up, Jacob. I have a boyfriend," I huffed. This time, Jacob scoffed. He chuckled a little and shook his head. "What?"
"That attention seeking dick? Styles? You actually like him?" he asked. I bit my lip to stop myself from yelling.
"He is way better than you ever were to me, Jacob, and you know that," I told him. He simply chuckled and shook his head.
We arrived at Ross's house soon later. The place looked dead, like no one was in there. "This place is dead, man!" I complained, rolling my eyes at Jacob.
"Yeah, the front of his house is empty, not the back. Keep your thong on!" he laughed. I pursed my lips and shook my head, following him around the back of the house. I could hear the music grow louder as I got closer to the side-gate and Jacob opened it. The music and shouting and laughter hit my ears the minute we stepped in.
"Mica!" a few people shouted from around the area. "Heard you got busted by the po-po, how was that?" I didn't see who asked, but ignored it either way. I didn't want people to know I was with the pop-boys again, especially dating one of them.
"Heard you're dating that Styles kid!" I spun around and saw Ross smirking at me, holding out a beer. I took it and smiled at him, shrugging.
"We have a thing going, I dunno what to call it." I did know. We were dating. Even so, that was information I decided I'd keep to myself for the night.
"Didn't he cut himself up a few years back, Mica?" Ross asked, taking a gulp of his beer as he scrunched his eyebrows together. I took a gulp of mine too and bit my lip.
"That... forget about that. That's none of your business," I told him. Ross only laughed and chugged down the rest of his beer.
"Tyler brough the drugs, he's in the bathroom. Go in there whenever you're ready." I didn't feel like getting high tonight, but if I got drunk enough I probably would.
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Seven beers later and I could barely stand, along with nearly everyone else. I fell in to the seat beside Jacob as I giggled about something dumb someone else was saying. Jacob began rubbing his hand up and down my thigh.
"Where's Tyler?!" I shouted, sitting up. "I want the stuff! Bring me to Tyler, Jacob!" He didn't hesitate before standing up and walking up the stairs and to the bathroom, gripping my hand as he led me.
Tyler allowed me to take two lines, which was all I ever would anyway. After I had done so, and cleaned off my nose, I made my way back to the living room and took my previous seat on the couch with Jacob. Once comfortable I felt my phone buzz in my pocket, and saw a text from Liam pop up on my screen when I took it out.
Mica, I don't know where the fuck you are but you better get home right now. Your dad's assistant called... your dad was in a car accident, Mica.
I stared at my phone for a few moments, making sure I had read it right as I read it over and over again. And I had. I looked up at Jacob with wide eyes, tears welling. "Are you sober?!" I screamed over the music, my voice cracking.
"What?" he asked, clearly confused by my sudden change in personality.
"You heard me; are you sober?" I asked again. He looked at me weirdly, but shrugged.
"As I can be, why?" he said. I stood up quickly, shoving my phone in my pocket and grabbing his hand, pulling him up too.
"I need you to drive me home, Jacob. Please drive me home. It's important, please!" I begged. He looked at me, staring into my eyes. Biting his lip, he nodded. "Thank you! Let's go."
We drove as quick as we could without going over the speed limit. As soon as we were outside my house, I thanked him. He smiled at me and I couldn't help but lean over and kiss his cheek before getting out of the car. I ran up the path and to my front door, throwing it open and running inside.
"Harry!" I screamed. He ran out of the kitchen and stared at me, his face dropping. My make up was obviously messed up and my eyes were probably red--not only from crying, but from getting high.
He walked right up to me and yanked me in to his chest, hugging me tightly. I slowly and shakily wrapped my arms around his torso and cried into his chest. The sound of his heart beat speeding up rang through my ears, and I could feel mine beating along with it.
"Mica... your dad, he.... he's gone," Harry whispered, his voice shaking. I heard the other boys walk in just before I let out a heart wrenching scream. Harry rubbed my back, his cold hands touching my skin and rubbing over the tank top.
"No! No!" I screamed, crying some more. My knee's went weak and I soon fell to the ground, Harry coming down with me, still holding me tightly. I screamed and cried into his grey T-shirt, holding it tightly in my hands until my knuckles turned white.
Harry.
It wasn't long until she fell asleep. I sat there with her, rocking back and forth for a couple minutes before standing up and picking her up with me. I turned back to the lads who were all standing there, looking sad and helpless.
"L-Lou," I choked out, "can you help me?" He nodded and followed me up the stairs. We walked into her room silently, shutting the door quietly behind us. I lay her down on her bed softly before turning to Louis. "Can you get her clothes off, and I'll get her something soft to wear? She's too out of it to do it herself." He hesitated a bit, glancing at her, then at me but agreed in the end.
I walked over to her closet, staring in. All her old clothes she wore three years ago were thrown to the closet floor, littered in piles. Her closet was filled with ordinary, everyday clothes and clothes that she obviously wore going out. I sighed, taking out a tank top and pajama shorts.
I turned back to Louis who was now zipping down Mica's crop top. He unzipped it and pulled it out from under her. She was wearing a strapless bra underneath, thank God.
"She's, uh, she's wearing a thong, Harry," he told me. I looked up at him and shifted uncomfortably, biting my lip. "Don't those things hurt? Should we leave it on or...?" he trailed off. I nodded, putting her clothes down on the bed and unfolding them.
"Leave it, she can change in the morning." Louis nodded, mumbling something along the lines of, "I'll go wait downstairs". I nodded as Louis left, quietly shutting the door behind him.
I lifted up the purple tank top, sighing and looking down at Mica. She was sleeping heavily, her eyes were red and puffy and she smelled of alcohol and weed and cigarettes. I grabbed her skinny waist, pulling her up.
Once I had dressed her, I lay her back down and pulled her blanket up to her hips, leaning down and kissing her head, entangling my fingers in her hair for a second before standing up right.
She muttered something I couldn't make out just before I left. I sighed once again as I shut her door and headed down the stairs, into the kitchen where the boys were.
"What're we gonna do?" Niall asked. I sat down at the counter next to Liam and Zayn, looking across at Niall and Louis.
"I think we should at least spend the rest of the Summer with her like we were supposed to, and arrange something afterwards," Liam started. "Does she have any other family? Aunts, uncles?"
"No," I told him, "her dad had no brothers or sisters and her grandparents passed years ago. Her mum and brother died as well and we don't know anything about them to look for distant family. She really isn't very lucky." Niall sighed and bit his lip, resting his chin on his crossed arms on the counter.
"What're we gonna do then?" Niall asked. "It's not like she can live with us... can she?" he continued, lifting his head up now with wide, sad eyes. Liam and I both shook are heads.
"No, Niall, she can't. We're far too busy and it wouldn't be fair on her," Liam said sadly.
I looked behind Liam at Zayn--who was sitting on the other side of Liam, his head in his hands. He hadn't say anything the entire time he was home. "Zayn?" I whispered.
Niall, Liam and Louis turned to look at him as well. He lifted his head, staring at me. His eyes were red rimmed and bloodshot.
"You alright?" I asked. He nodded slightly, shrugging.
"Just... Perrie," he said quietly. I knew Perrie was unwell at the moment so I didn't want to push on the subject. I nodded.
"Alright mate?" Liam patted his shoulder. Zayn nodded and put his head down. Liam nodded as well and then turned back to us. "What're we gonna do then?"
"I think there's only one thing we can do," Louis said. I bit my lip and looked down. The room fell silent. We were all thinking the same thing.
"Do you mean, just leave her he-" Niall started, but I cut him off. I didn't want to hear it actually said.
"Don't." He stared at me, even though I wasn't looking up I knew he was staring at me.
"But she's nineteen," he said again. "She's an adult, Harry. She can come with us, can't she?" Niall was obviously stuck on the idea of taking her on tour with us and living with one of us; probably me.
"Niall," Louis growled. He looked at Louis, then at me. My head was still down. I pinched my eyes closed and sighed deeply.
"She can't," I whispered, "it wouldn't be fair on her. That wouldn't be fair--if she had to put up with the bullshit she'd get." Niall bit his lip and nodded, finally agreeing with me.
"We'll just see what happens after the Summer," Louis said. We all--apart from Zayn, who still had his head down--nodded and agreed.