Official Asshole
Part 1
Amy was a small town girl.
Worked in the tedious coffe shop, a little worn-down but who cared? The coffe was rated 5/5 and everyone who came enjoyed themselves. People were a little too cheery to be in such a place, with the black walls, laced with photos from the 80's and early 90's of people enjoying warm beverages. To the wooden planks that boarded the floor. Amy rested her head onto the counter, watching the few people make small talk at the tables near by. She couldn't help the feeling of sadness wash over her. Amy was alone. Her mother had just died, her father was in jail. Her room mate Gemma was always out.
She was forced to feel solo, as Gemma always claimed she had to see her brother whenever she could, and this week was one of the weeks she'd just HAD to do it. Amy couldn't blame Gemma.. Who knew! He could be in the Army, or Navy..
A few hours had passed, finally. Pay Day had came. It was a dark Friday and Amy sat in the wooden chair, ever so still, listening to the stout man ramble on about her great work, and how she had earned the pay she was about to be given. Amy twirled her hair and nodded, in boredom.
Her boss's words came through one ear, and out the other. He went on-and-on about how she'd,
"-Been doing your work properly.."
Amy watched, as the nearly bald man pulled out a check,"Knock yourself out Ms.Steele!" he commended. Amy nodded, and took the paper, gently from his hands. She stood from her chair, and walked to the door, throwing one last thankful glance at her boss, before waving,"Have a safe night, Mr.Amos." She said, walking out the door, and out of the shop, feeling the cool London air on her skin. How nice it was to live in London, compared to the old house she grew up in, in a small town in. Her sun-kissed skin, matched perfectly with her brown hair, striped with blonde highlights, and her dark green eyes, that dazzled in the moonlight.
Amy walked down the street, her shoes tapping lightly on the ground. "Hola Amy! Buenos Noches!" her neighbor greeted. She was a lady from Spain, and since Amy knew a little spanish, they'd have their conversations. The older widow, waved, as she put her greyish hair, back into a ponytail. "Hola senora Fabras! Como Estas?" she asked,"Asi-Asi, Hasta manana!" the lady called. Amy waved, as she heard the door slam.
Her eyes flickered to a car parked in her driveway..
It was Gemma's car...
What was Gemma doing home, didn't she say she'd wanted to see her brother this week?
Amy's head, pounded with muddled thoughts. She walked up to the door, and knocked lightly, being the polite person she was. The door flung open,"Hey Amy!" the pastel-haired girl greeted, with a light hug.
"Uh.. Yeah- Hi.. I was wonderin' why-" Amy started, but Gemma cut her off,"Reminds me! I'd wanted to tell ya' that I'm going to see my brother today, and I was wonderin' if you'd like to come..? Jesus, I've waited forever!" That'd be likely, since Amy cashed her Pay Day check into the bank. Amy just shrugged, and brushed a piece of hair out of her face.
"Don't just sit there, Love!" Gemma said, pulling her in. Amy was completely baffled by Gemma's unusual self.
She walked in,and sat her stuff down, running up the stairs,"And he has a few friends, so look sexy!" Gemma called. Amy felt a heat rise up to her cheeks.. Was Gemma trying to set her up..? She looked back, to see Gemma standing with her hand on her hip, and that usual cheeky smirk she'd always have. Amy shook her head, and walked up to the bathroom.
Amy had just gotten out of the shower, and styled up her hair. She'd thought she would look nice because, Well.. When you have a hot older sister, aren't some of those traits passed down to your brother? And beautiful people hang out with.. Well, beautiful people! Amy was snapped from her thoughts, when Gemma knocked on the door.
"Got ya clothes!"
Amy stood in astonishment, but couldn't help the feeling of taking the authoritative advice, because she did want to look her best. In plus, you wouldn't want to look like a rag doll in front of your room mate's family. You need to show them who their baby is living with. Amy took a deep breath, before readjusting her towel, and making sure it was snug, around her chest. and opening the door.
"Put this on! Hurry, my brother's can't wait for us to get their!" she squealed, and click-clacked, her way back down the steps.
Amy looked at the clothes," Gemma es non compos mentis.." She said, shaking her head.
Amy walked down the stairs, her dark brown, and blonde hair, swayed, with each over-bounced step she took. "You look great!" she said referring to her outfit. Amy shot her a sarcastic smile,"Yeah you too.." She complimented back. Gemma did look truely pretty, her hair was straight, and she had a small fedora-like hat on. Her clothes matched perfectly together, so Amy decided to take her opinion harshly, when it came to fashion.
Amy thought she'd looked perfectly fine, but a little flashy, she wanted to make a good impression. "Stop worrying A! I'm so glad he's back in town, him and his friends are all over the place.." she sighed. Amy put her hand on Gemma's shoulder, and shot her the you're gonna be okay smile. Gemma nodded, as they made their way out the door.
They sat in the car, Gemma drove silently, which caused Amy's mind to silently wander.
"How come you haven't told me much about your brother?" Amy asked, not thinking about how she would react.
Gemma shrugged her shoulders,"I don't think you could handle it."
Amy tilted her head,"And why is that..?"
"He's.. Very.. Well-Known." Was all Gemma said, but Amy wanted more.
"Like, how?"
Gemma sighed, long and hard,"Like, how you can look him up on Google and you automatically know who he is." she said.
Amy said,"So, what.. He's famous?" Ammy joked.
Gemma's silence made it known that, that was in fact, no joke.
"Oh My God, He is?" Amy said in disbelief.
Gemma nodded, and Amy almost hopped head-first out the window. I mean, how else do you react when your friend/room mate's brother and friends are famous?
They sat in silence the whole ride there, which was about 30 minutes, until they pulled up at a huge arena. No way! "Their performing here?" Amy said, taking a wild guess. Gemma nodded, getting out of the car. Amy followed, behind, not wanting to cause some drama, as being known as the famous sister's girlfriend. Like, how weird would that be, right? They reached two huge men, that looked like they could pick up and toss a bus with their finger. Amy took a gulp, and almost crumbled, she'd never been in this position before, she'd never met anyone famous before, she'd never been so nervous in her life.
"Floyde! Paul! Love you lots!" Gemma said, hugging the men,"Don't worry, this is Amy, she's with me!" She said cheerily. They exchanged glances, before letting the two girls in. Amy passed by some familiar faces, one being Ashton Irwin and another being Lou Teasdale. Ashton and Lou greeted Amy with open arms, and a couple compliments were shot her way by Ashton. She'd just roll her eyes, or punch his arm, and laugh, like normal flirting things.
Amy and Gemma walked down the hall, and the dark-haired girl felt much better until they reached the door that said 'One Direction'. Amy nearly lost it, Gemma Styles. Harry Styles. How Did She Not See This Coming?! Gemma knocked on the door, and that's when it happened. Amy let out half squeals of excitement, and the other half confused. The door flung open which was greeted by a smiling Harry, he must've known Gemma was coming..
"Gem!" He yelled, throwing his toned arms around the petite girl.
"Haz!" She yelled, embracing him back.
Amy sat there for about a few seconds, until they pulled apart,"Harry you didn't tell us you had 2 sisters!" Niall said, walking up. The other boys followed, ans they all stood in the doorframe, looking her up and down,"That's because I don't.." Harry snapped, raising his eyebrow.
Well isn't he a reign of sunshine?
Amy rolled her eyes, and plastered the fakest smile she could,"Hi, I'm Amy! Not that I want to be your sister, Thank-You-Very-Very-Much!" She said in sarcastic joy.
"I don't like fakies." Harry mumbled, and Louis jostled Harry to the side,"You A Fan?" Louis asked, smiling.
"I like a few songs, so yeah I guess you can say that, but I'm more attracted to you, than to your songs.." Amy confessed.
Zayn smirked, and Liam grinned, his face scrunching up in the most adorable way possible.
"C'mon in then, we've got a little time, before the big show, yea?" Niall insisted,moving aside, so they could come in.
Worked in the tedious coffe shop, a little worn-down but who cared? The coffe was rated 5/5 and everyone who came enjoyed themselves. People were a little too cheery to be in such a place, with the black walls, laced with photos from the 80's and early 90's of people enjoying warm beverages. To the wooden planks that boarded the floor. Amy rested her head onto the counter, watching the few people make small talk at the tables near by. She couldn't help the feeling of sadness wash over her. Amy was alone. Her mother had just died, her father was in jail. Her room mate Gemma was always out.
She was forced to feel solo, as Gemma always claimed she had to see her brother whenever she could, and this week was one of the weeks she'd just HAD to do it. Amy couldn't blame Gemma.. Who knew! He could be in the Army, or Navy..
A few hours had passed, finally. Pay Day had came. It was a dark Friday and Amy sat in the wooden chair, ever so still, listening to the stout man ramble on about her great work, and how she had earned the pay she was about to be given. Amy twirled her hair and nodded, in boredom.
Her boss's words came through one ear, and out the other. He went on-and-on about how she'd,
"-Been doing your work properly.."
Amy watched, as the nearly bald man pulled out a check,"Knock yourself out Ms.Steele!" he commended. Amy nodded, and took the paper, gently from his hands. She stood from her chair, and walked to the door, throwing one last thankful glance at her boss, before waving,"Have a safe night, Mr.Amos." She said, walking out the door, and out of the shop, feeling the cool London air on her skin. How nice it was to live in London, compared to the old house she grew up in, in a small town in. Her sun-kissed skin, matched perfectly with her brown hair, striped with blonde highlights, and her dark green eyes, that dazzled in the moonlight.
Amy walked down the street, her shoes tapping lightly on the ground. "Hola Amy! Buenos Noches!" her neighbor greeted. She was a lady from Spain, and since Amy knew a little spanish, they'd have their conversations. The older widow, waved, as she put her greyish hair, back into a ponytail. "Hola senora Fabras! Como Estas?" she asked,"Asi-Asi, Hasta manana!" the lady called. Amy waved, as she heard the door slam.
Her eyes flickered to a car parked in her driveway..
It was Gemma's car...
What was Gemma doing home, didn't she say she'd wanted to see her brother this week?
Amy's head, pounded with muddled thoughts. She walked up to the door, and knocked lightly, being the polite person she was. The door flung open,"Hey Amy!" the pastel-haired girl greeted, with a light hug.
"Uh.. Yeah- Hi.. I was wonderin' why-" Amy started, but Gemma cut her off,"Reminds me! I'd wanted to tell ya' that I'm going to see my brother today, and I was wonderin' if you'd like to come..? Jesus, I've waited forever!" That'd be likely, since Amy cashed her Pay Day check into the bank. Amy just shrugged, and brushed a piece of hair out of her face.
"Don't just sit there, Love!" Gemma said, pulling her in. Amy was completely baffled by Gemma's unusual self.
She walked in,and sat her stuff down, running up the stairs,"And he has a few friends, so look sexy!" Gemma called. Amy felt a heat rise up to her cheeks.. Was Gemma trying to set her up..? She looked back, to see Gemma standing with her hand on her hip, and that usual cheeky smirk she'd always have. Amy shook her head, and walked up to the bathroom.
Amy had just gotten out of the shower, and styled up her hair. She'd thought she would look nice because, Well.. When you have a hot older sister, aren't some of those traits passed down to your brother? And beautiful people hang out with.. Well, beautiful people! Amy was snapped from her thoughts, when Gemma knocked on the door.
"Got ya clothes!"
Amy stood in astonishment, but couldn't help the feeling of taking the authoritative advice, because she did want to look her best. In plus, you wouldn't want to look like a rag doll in front of your room mate's family. You need to show them who their baby is living with. Amy took a deep breath, before readjusting her towel, and making sure it was snug, around her chest. and opening the door.
"Put this on! Hurry, my brother's can't wait for us to get their!" she squealed, and click-clacked, her way back down the steps.
Amy looked at the clothes," Gemma es non compos mentis.." She said, shaking her head.
Amy walked down the stairs, her dark brown, and blonde hair, swayed, with each over-bounced step she took. "You look great!" she said referring to her outfit. Amy shot her a sarcastic smile,"Yeah you too.." She complimented back. Gemma did look truely pretty, her hair was straight, and she had a small fedora-like hat on. Her clothes matched perfectly together, so Amy decided to take her opinion harshly, when it came to fashion.
Amy thought she'd looked perfectly fine, but a little flashy, she wanted to make a good impression. "Stop worrying A! I'm so glad he's back in town, him and his friends are all over the place.." she sighed. Amy put her hand on Gemma's shoulder, and shot her the you're gonna be okay smile. Gemma nodded, as they made their way out the door.
They sat in the car, Gemma drove silently, which caused Amy's mind to silently wander.
"How come you haven't told me much about your brother?" Amy asked, not thinking about how she would react.
Gemma shrugged her shoulders,"I don't think you could handle it."
Amy tilted her head,"And why is that..?"
"He's.. Very.. Well-Known." Was all Gemma said, but Amy wanted more.
"Like, how?"
Gemma sighed, long and hard,"Like, how you can look him up on Google and you automatically know who he is." she said.
Amy said,"So, what.. He's famous?" Ammy joked.
Gemma's silence made it known that, that was in fact, no joke.
"Oh My God, He is?" Amy said in disbelief.
Gemma nodded, and Amy almost hopped head-first out the window. I mean, how else do you react when your friend/room mate's brother and friends are famous?
They sat in silence the whole ride there, which was about 30 minutes, until they pulled up at a huge arena. No way! "Their performing here?" Amy said, taking a wild guess. Gemma nodded, getting out of the car. Amy followed, behind, not wanting to cause some drama, as being known as the famous sister's girlfriend. Like, how weird would that be, right? They reached two huge men, that looked like they could pick up and toss a bus with their finger. Amy took a gulp, and almost crumbled, she'd never been in this position before, she'd never met anyone famous before, she'd never been so nervous in her life.
"Floyde! Paul! Love you lots!" Gemma said, hugging the men,"Don't worry, this is Amy, she's with me!" She said cheerily. They exchanged glances, before letting the two girls in. Amy passed by some familiar faces, one being Ashton Irwin and another being Lou Teasdale. Ashton and Lou greeted Amy with open arms, and a couple compliments were shot her way by Ashton. She'd just roll her eyes, or punch his arm, and laugh, like normal flirting things.
Amy and Gemma walked down the hall, and the dark-haired girl felt much better until they reached the door that said 'One Direction'. Amy nearly lost it, Gemma Styles. Harry Styles. How Did She Not See This Coming?! Gemma knocked on the door, and that's when it happened. Amy let out half squeals of excitement, and the other half confused. The door flung open which was greeted by a smiling Harry, he must've known Gemma was coming..
"Gem!" He yelled, throwing his toned arms around the petite girl.
"Haz!" She yelled, embracing him back.
Amy sat there for about a few seconds, until they pulled apart,"Harry you didn't tell us you had 2 sisters!" Niall said, walking up. The other boys followed, ans they all stood in the doorframe, looking her up and down,"That's because I don't.." Harry snapped, raising his eyebrow.
Well isn't he a reign of sunshine?
Amy rolled her eyes, and plastered the fakest smile she could,"Hi, I'm Amy! Not that I want to be your sister, Thank-You-Very-Very-Much!" She said in sarcastic joy.
"I don't like fakies." Harry mumbled, and Louis jostled Harry to the side,"You A Fan?" Louis asked, smiling.
"I like a few songs, so yeah I guess you can say that, but I'm more attracted to you, than to your songs.." Amy confessed.
Zayn smirked, and Liam grinned, his face scrunching up in the most adorable way possible.
"C'mon in then, we've got a little time, before the big show, yea?" Niall insisted,moving aside, so they could come in.
Notes
If you really must know this was from a smut writer's block.I just stopped it right here because, seriously, I'm scared, I might lose everything.
Like my computer just shuts down.
And this was a lot of work I shit you not.
