Perrie


“How the hell are you guys here??” I blurted out, before mentally smacking myself in the face. What the hell, Perrie? You finally get to meet the band you’ve secretly been obsessing over for 3 years now, and the first thing you ask is “How are you here??” What in the actual fuck is wrong with you?

Everyone laughed, and Zayn locked eyes with me. He’s soooooooo hot, oh my god. Way hotter than any guy I’ve had sex with, like, ever.

I kind of ‘sleep around’, as everyone says. I don’t do relationships, really, and you can’t blame me, because of what happened to me when I lived in New York.

“Well,” Zayn started to answer my awkward question. “You watched Winter Spring Pro’s interview with us, correct?”

Of course I did, Zayn. Why would I pass up an opportunity to see my sister I'm torn apart from, along with the most amazing, spectacular, adorable, incredible, sexy, gifted boyband in the living universe!!
Did I mention they’re amazing?

“Yes, I did watch the interview.” I gave Zayn the short version of my ‘what would be an incredibly embarrassing’ answer. “Well, your sister had an anxiety attack, so the knight in shining armor, Harry, took care of her for that day, and we all kind of got to know each other and it all blossomed from there.” Poor Ell, her anxiety attacks happen too often nowadays.

I gave a grateful grin to Harry. “Thanks for taking care of my sister.” He flashed a full on Harry Styles Dimple Grin, but he wasn’t entirely staring at my face. Oh well, like I haven’t seen that before.

“So,” Niall prompted. “I don’t think any of us knew that Ell had a sister. Care to explain?”

Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit Shit.

Obviously they don’t know about Ell and my past, and I’m not going to be the one to tell them, that’s for Ell to decide. I cleared my throat, trying to find a way to say as least as possible but not lie.

“Our parents passed away when Ell and I were in high school. Our grandparents came to take care of us, but they also died when I was 15. So, I was sent to live with my parents old family friends in York while Ell stayed and made her movie back home.”
That was about half the truth, enough so no one will question it.

“That’s terrible!” Liam burst out. All the boys looked at me like some adorable beat-up puppy in an animal shelter. Like I’m helpless, or dependent. Ha. I’m about as helpless and dependent as Eleanor Roosevelt was.

Zayn studied me, a little skeptical, I think. “You’ve been away from Ell all this time?”

“Yep.”

"And there were no other families close to where you guys lived?”

“Nope.” My parents didn’t exactly have the most responsible, parent-like friends.

“Ok...”

Zayn wasn’t’ convinced, I could tell.But the others were nodding, and looking at Kenzie and Joey. Then the questions came.
“You guys knew all that?”

“You all lived in New York?”

“When did you meet Ell?”

Kenzie caught my glance, trying to figure out how much she should say. She and Joey knew the full story, probably even more than I know.

“Kenzie and Joey met us in high school.” A voice from the doorway interrupted my thoughts. “We all lived in New York, and yes, I think they could take a wild guess and see that I was living with my grandparents.”

“Ell!” I ran up to a smiling Ellabree Kowals and crushed her in a huge hug. “Nice to see you too,” She mumbled, as I let go and looked her over. Damn, she’s prettier than when I last saw her.

She’s defiantly embraced the ‘hipster’ in her, too. “What’s with the leather pants?” I joked. “What? Do they look bad?” She asked me. Oh, she thinks I’m being legit.
That’s what I have to deal with when I have a sister with anxiety, I forgot.

“EllabreeAnn De Luca-EspositoKowals, those poor cows you used for your pants could have been made into a fine meal of my famous Fagioli!” I teased, using the same Italian/New York hybrid accent our nonna would have used, and slurring Ell’s first and middle name, something only a person growing up in Little Italy would do.

“I’m just kidding, I think they’re quite the fashion statement.” I laughed and looked back at Kenz, seeing everyone but her and Joey confused out of their minds. “Am I aloud to ask about what the hell that was?” Liam broke the awkward silence.
“I mean, everyone knows what Fagioli is, but are you guys Italian?” Niall asked.

I looked at Ell, and she nodded, letting me tell them what that all was.
“Our grandparents and our mom are Italian. Our nonno (A.N; Nonno is Italian for grandfather, and Nonna is Italian for grandmother) ran a huge canning industry in Little Italy in the 50’s- late 70’s. Our dad is from L.A, so we look all like him and nothing like my mom. If anything, Ellabree looks more Italian, cause she’s tanner. But that’s all to it, I guess. Oh, and De Luca-Esposito is our grandparent’s last name.”

I hope that didn’t explain too much.
I looked at Ell, and she smiled at me, signaling that I had done alright. Some of her carefully done eye makeup looked smudged, like she had re-done it in a hurry. Her eyes were also tinged red, like she was crying.

Oh course she was crying, Perrie, goddammit!!!! That’s why she was in the bathroom when I showed up. That’s why she hung up on me over the phone. “Well!” Ell obviously noticed that I was catching on. “The boys are going to be here today, so why don’t we watch a movie or something?”

Agreements were issued from everyone as I saw Kenzie and Louis fight over what movie to watch. Too cute.
“I guess you’ve put all the pieces together and figured out that I was crying.” Ell said, sounding miserable. I looked back up at Ell, determined to find out why. “Did something happen, Ell?” She nodded, tearing up again.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” She insisted.

Too bad bitch. “Sorry,” I pulled her out of the video room. “We’re talking about it.” I lead/dragged Ell into the nearest room, which happened to be a guest room. I locked the door and sat Ell on the bed.

“Now, are you going to tell me what happened?” I questioned Ell, as she crossed her arms. “No. You can’t make me, Perrie.” Wow. Ell’s got some fucking sass to spare. “Fine. I guess I’ll just ask someone else. I’m sure Harry knows a lot about this subject…”

I trailed off, randomly picking Harry to ask, hoping that he had something to do with this shit. Ell’s face paled as more tears brimmed her eyes. “No! Don’t ask Harry please please please Perrie! I just- He can’t-It’s not-”
She faltered.

Hm. I guess Harry actually has something to do with this shit. I sat down, stopping the whole ‘blackmailing bitch’ act. “Are you going to tell me so I can try to help?” I lightened up my voice a little, trying to make it sound less harsh.

Ell wiped way the tears falling from her eyes. “Yeah, I guess so,” She sniffled. “Alright. Who does this involve, firstly?” I made an effort to not go straight into the story, to ease her into telling me.

“Umm,” I wiped a tear off of Ell’s poor cow pants. Shut up Perrie, this is not the time for jokes! “Me, I suppose.”

No shit, Sherlock.

“Kenzie and Joey.” Uh oh. “And, well…” she dropped the sentence. “You were saying?” I looked her in the eye. “Harry-“ her voice cracked, and she started full-out sobbing.

“No Ell, please don’t cry!” I hugged her, tears falling out of me to. Huh, the last time I cried was when I found out Nonno and Nonna died. “You don’t have to tell me if it hurts too much.” Ell stared at me through her tears.

“No, I need to get it out. I can’t believe the notorious Uccellino is actually crying.” Uccellino is ‘little bird’ in Italian, it was Nonna’s nickname for me.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. Not so freddo come la pietra now.” I tried to get Ell to smile. On the other spectrum, my mother and Nonno called me freddo come la pietra, or ‘tough as nails’. I don’t think Nonna knew how much of a badass I am now.

“It’s just, I don’t want you to get hurt.” I felt the tears continue on my shoulder, courtesy of Ell. “I can make it better. I’ll beat the shit out of anyone who treats you badly, but I just need to know who.” I turned to see her nodding, the tears stopping (for now).

“Alright.” She sounded confident, and somewhat angry, like she was beginning to realize how bad someone was.

“It started like this….”

Notes

CLIFF HANGER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Heyyy everyone!!! You guys might have wondered where I wandered off to this time... So, I have good news and bad news regarding that...

Good news is... I GOT A PUPPY!!!!! OHMYGOSH!!!!!!!! His name is Picasso and he is adorable!!!!!!

I had to take this picture for photography class: I love you buddy...



Ok, the bad news... It kinda goes with me having a puppy.....

Do you guys remember the whole broken collerbone surgery thing that happened a week ago? Well I might not have told you, but I told my other story Book Reviews :). So last week the broken bone punctured a minor nerve in my shoulder, and was in danger of breaking a blood vessel. Normally, they would ship me right off to start surgery as soon a possible, but some people in my family have gone in a coma because of the extreme iron levels and died. So, they put off the surgery until they absolutly HAD to. But then, as you can probably guess, I went into a 3 day coma because of the extreme iron level sent to my brain, and that progressed to me waking up on Thursday night.

I fortunatly only suffered minor memory loss, but things could have gone SO much worse. I was in the brink of death, and I am so happy I'm alive. I had one of the most mild comas people can experience, with about the least damage done to me when I woke up, because everything is fine exepct some memory loss. But, now I've got this big scar on my collerbone, along with all these scars from where the tubes went in and all that. But, I got a puppy from it!! (That sounded so spoiled :)

But, lets stop talking about my life.... How'd you guys like the chapter??? If I started asking questions, would you guys answer? I know I have readers, but you guys aren't the most "out
there", if you caught my drift. So, if I start asking questions, would you guys ignore them?? Just wondering......



#Firstworldproblems: You're saying I'm "lucky" to have lived? If I was 'lucky', I would have a Yorkie instead of a Border Collie!!!!! (lol just thought of that now but so not true :)

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