I can't suppress my frown while I sat at dinner the next hour; a little later than usual but I'm not complaining. I wasn't going to fake how I felt around my family today, since the energy I had a few hours ago was sucked dry from working at the restaurant. My final results for finals won't be released until the very end of summer. And I'm sure I didn't do as well as my mother wanted.

A letter home with grades that are just passing the eleventh grade.

"Hmm," my mother hummed, breaking the uncomfortable silence that hung in the air. The fan blades whooshed above us, and I swear it moved the tension around more useless than cutting water. "Serenity, what happened to the skirt you were wearing?"

A deep punch to my stomach was felt; it wasn't a hand but the tension rising from the pit of my stomach and going back down to leave its territory.

My mouth parted as she stared at me, eyebrows raised. She waited for my explanation, crossing her arms over her chest. For a second I thought my life would end, and she caught me. But that was before I found a really good reason.

"I bought these new jeans and I wanted to wear them out. They fit nicely, don't you think?" I asked, quite amused if I might say so myself. I stared at her with the most masked expression I could muster. Don't get me wrong I was freaking out in the inside but I wasn't planning on getting my ass whipped tonight.

She didn't answer me, just hummed to herself.

Willie stared at me, not picking at his food like he was a minute ago. I looked back at him, my hardening gaze almost shutting him up in that instant even before he said anything. He looked quite scared, and I knew I was scaring the shits out of him. He better keep his baby mouth quiet before I told the church I found the Devil's son.

Oh, the town would go mad.

"So, what did you buy?" My dad asked me, swallowing down a piece of steak. 

I separated the beans from the potatoes with my fork, not wanting to look up at him as I spoke. I actually felt bad about lying to my dad. Not my mom. Certainly, I'd lie about anything to my mom rergardless the circumstance.

"Oh you know," I mumbled, which earned my mother to cough so I'd stop mumbling my words. Clearing my throat, I looked up to find my dad smiling towards me. I ignored my mother's hard stare, knowing she was trying to burn her eyes into my mind. "Shirts, jeans, and a pair of new flats."

"No skirts?" My mother asked. "No necessities?"

"Well...," I began, looking over at her frowning. "I thought I had enough skirts in my closet."

"It's true," my dad agreed, my mother not tearing her eyes away from mine. Dad moved his hands as he spoke, wiping at the corners of his mouth with his napkin. "She does have a lot of skirts, Jessica."

Mom smiled at me, but the hard look behind her eyes made me want to crawl beneath a rock. "And nothing else? You know I thought I said you should buy things like undergarments and perfumes. Nice things like that."

If you knew me very well, you could tell I was slowly losing my grip on the situation. Does she know it was me being all cuddly with Harry over at the lingerie section? I wouldn't doubt Willie managed to tell her that it was me any time sooner. I glanced over at my little brother, and he sat there staring down at his food like he was ashamed. A tiny curl on his head fell over his face and I was reminded of Harry Styles himself.

Dear lord. "I didn't think of that. Sorry." I replied strongly.

She brushed it off. "I'm sure next time we can shop together for them." It wasn't a question, and I kind of felt like she knew I was hiding something. She thinks she's slick, but honestly I don't care what she thinks. Sure you think I'm crazy. She's my mother and the right thing to do is love her. You haven't spent seventeen years with perfect posture and plucking your eyebrows since you were seven.

I wanted to scoff in her face and tell her I didn't want to go anywhere with her, but I'm sure I've had enough of her for one night.

When I went upstairs after doing the dishes for her once again, I threw myself on the light peach covers of my heavenly bed. I cuddled to my pillow, thinking and breathing heavily. The bag hidden beneath the mattress held about six lace underwear and three bras I bought today. I couldn't wait to try them out one night. I'll feel much more comfortable taking off my clothes now.

Could you be anymore whorerific?

I laughed at myself by myself. I don't sleep out with a lot of guys for many reasons, which one of them was now unreasonable. 1. Underwear is now not a problem. 2. I'm not very into sleeping with random guys. I only joke about it because I'd like to piss off my mother with it. I even lie to my doctor, knowing my doctor has connections with my mom, and if I so little hinted I'm not a virgin, my mom would freaking bake me into the next bitch on a plane to Texas.

My aunt Katherine lives in Texas. And lord, she's more awful than my mom. My cousin Mary -- blonde with bright blue eyes  -- often messages me on Facebook (which neither our mothers know about) to explain to me the torture she goes through. We joke about fleeing the country and baking a cake with the words "Fuck You" before we leave.

My phone vibrated in my pocket. I turned over on my back, pulling it out and reading the text message after unlocking my phone.

Unknown number: So...when you gonna try out that underwear for me?

I had this crazy idea with was Harry Styles.

Me: stop texting me, Styles. im warning you

Seconds later my phone vibrated and I was tempted not to answer but I actually had nothing better to do but have a pointless conversation with Harry. I placed him under my contacts list with his name. I put in a picture of a sloth in as the contact picture. I slowly laughed to myself. He looked so ridiculous texting me with a picture of a sloth in its place.

Harry: don't be so mean to me. how did it go with your mental mom??

Me: i think she's suspicious but w.e im not gonna think about it too much.

Harry: i'm telling you, just say we did it in the elevator. nothing to hide

Me: I guess the truth is out then lol go screw with your fifth girlfriend

Harry: but ur my number one, farm girl. i can't do that to you

I rolled my eyes at the text. Harry wasn't easily offended, maybe because he was used to it now. There was a soft knock on my door followed by my mom shouting at me to go to sleep. I sighed heavily, putting down my phone and changing into a t-shirt, no bra and no underwear because I felt risky tonight.

Between the sheets in the dark, I texted Clary about my new collection of lingerie which she was really happy about. I also got in a conversation with Wayne about Harry pissing on my tree, which ended with him saying goodbye because he was about to get high with Zayn. Before I knew it, it was midnight.

My door creaked open slightly, a tiny hand grasping the edge. By the light brown curls that showed, I knew it was little Willie. I put my phone down between my pillow, turning back to see him standing there, clutching a small little blue blanket in his chubby hand.

He was honestly adorable, but he's gotten me into trouble beyond for me to be affected by it.

"Sis," he whispered, clearly knowing I was awake.

"Willie...it's midnight. What are you doing up?" I asked, sighing heavily. I suddenly remembered -- because I felt risky -- I wasn't wearing any underwear.

He hugged himself tighter, shrugging. "I'm hungry."

"But you ate dinner." I frowned.

"No I didn't," he persisted, pouting his little pink lips at me. I was starting to think this child was the replica of Harry. The only difference is the blue eyes and Harry's darker curls. "Mommy didn't lemme finish."

"And why would she not let you finish?" Your her favorite, you little... -

"Because I didn't wanna." Willie whined, hopping a little.

"And who's fault is that?" I snapped, rolling my eyes. I knew he was only five, but he knew exactly what he was doing to me. If this was another little trick of his I won't hesitate to throw him in an oven. That's a little harsh and honestly I'd never because I love that little devil, but I still don't think my psychotic side would hesitate to do it.

Willie scrunched up his nose. "Sari." He whimpered, and I knew if I didn't get him food he'd throw a fit at me.

I sighed heavily, beginning to get up before I realized I wasn't wearing any underwear. And unless I want my little brother asking my mom about a lady's private part...I better put on some underwear. "Wait outside my bedroom, okay?" I whispered to him.

"Okay," he immediately grinned. He turned around with a little skip in his footsteps. I sighed once again, slipping on pink, cotton boxer panties. My long t-shirt went a little over my hips.

I walked out to find Willie waiting right behind the door. I almost ran right into him. Gasping a little, I grasped his hand and led him downstairs into the kitchen. I hoped my mom wouldn't wake up, but if so I'd explain that her favorite child was hungry and she wouldn't yell at him, she'd yell at me for joining him to eat.

"What do you want?" I asked, looking around the kitchen as I sat him down on the counter, his legs swinging off of it back and forth as he thought.

"Oo!" He squealed. "Cookies and milk!"

"I'm not letting you eat sugar this late," I warned him.

He pouted again. "I won't tell mommy, please!"

I gave in too easily. "Fine...but if you can't sleep make sure to bother mommy, okay?"

"Okay," he replied.

By five minutes, I was shoving cookies into my mouth with a glass of milk in my hand as Willie did the same. We sat there, and he rambled on about his new Toy Story underwear he got with a milk mustache, which I don't wanna hear about, but it was nice to feel something rather than hatred for one of my family members.

I leaned against the island in the middle of our kitchen, keeping a close eye to Willie as he munched on his cookies. If my mom knew I was feeding him sugar this late, and I was eating it too, I'll probably become America's Next Top Gravestone.

"Okay," I wiped the cookie crumbs from my fingers onto my shirt. I pulled a napkin off the roll and wiped Willie's mouth including the milk on his upper lip. "Go up to your room and try to sleep for a few hours before you get all hyper, okay?"

He nodded, clutching his blanket again. I picked up up from the counter and set him down on the floor again. "And remember...who are you gonna bother when you can't sleep at four in the morning?" I asked, smiling down at him.

"Mommy," he replied, a sweet smile on his lips, showing his little teeth.

With that he quietly marched to his bedroom.

I was alone in the kitchen, rubbing my eyes in exhaustion. Before I could make one step to my bedroom, to my horror the doorbell went off. The loudness startled me and I was rushing to the door, the person behind it obviously really stupid because they kept pressing it over and over again. My eyes widened when I opened it and the ringing didn't stop.

Harry stood there, his curls disheveled and his bloodshot eyes staring over at his finger as he pressed onto the doorbell more even though I already opened the fucking door.

My eyes widened even more at the sight. I slapped his hand off the doorbell, wincing knowing my parents were awake probably by now. I rapidly left the door together before letting myself out of the house and onto the porch, pushing Harry further from the door.

He looked up at me, grinning widely. "Harry, what the fuck!" I hissed.

"Serenity, baby," he slurred, and I knew he was drunk. Oh fucking Lord!

The alcohol reeked from his body. His grey t-shirt was wet with God knows what and his hand was on my hip which I didn't even know why it was still there because by now if I wasn't so shocked I would have slapped it away. I watched him in horror.

"Thank God you opened the door. I missed you so much, baby," he moved himself closer to me, his grip on my hip tightening as I clenched my jaw.

"Harry, you need to leave," I whispered to him gently, deeply in my heart knowing he wasn't going to leave me that easy. I was in my panties and a long t-shirt, and I realized he was much touchier drunk. I stared up at him as he frowned, pouting his plump lips at me.

"No," he whined, his head coming down to lay on my shoulder. I sighed heavily, rolling my eyes and letting my nostrils flare in annoyance. Both of his arms snaked around my waist, his lips pressing to my neck softly. He wasn't trying to kiss me there, but I knew he was probably wanting to but couldn't find the energy.

I was silently hoping my parents weren't awake. And that he would leave very soon before I got caught.

"Harry," I warned in vein.

"I don't wanna leave, baby," he whispered, his raspy voice making me shiver in his arms. He was lucky I felt sympathetic. I was tired and I didn't want to push him off because he might stumble off the porch and hit his head or something. "I wanna stay with you," he slurred.

The struggle of knowing a guy like Harry -- who knew what he wanted even when he was highly intoxicated.

I felt his lips curve into my neck. "You're not wearing shorts...just panties under there." He stated, giggling softly to himself. It was just now I realized his hand was already feeling around my ass.

My wincing smile was sour and annoyed. I grabbed his hand and tugged it off my butt, letting it hang loose next to him before he laughed into my neck, hot breath fanning against my skin and placing it back on my butt.

This was gonna be a little more complicated than I thought. There's no way I'm inviting him into my room. That right there was suicidal. I can't drive, and neither can he in his condition. I wasn't planning on sleeping on the porch with him, so my bedroom was the only option here. Or...I could try getting him to leave again but that will result in him wanted to drive his drunk ass home.

"I'm gonna bring you inside, but you have to be really quiet, okay?" I pulled away, making him lazily look into my eyes, staring into them like he wasn't going to move at all.

"Okay," he breathed, nonchalantly.

I opened the door again, and I felt him slip his hand into mine gently. The gesture was cute, and I think drunk Harry was better than witty, smart-ass, sarcastic Harry. I led him into the kitchen, knowing our adventure up the stairs will only go good if I let him sober up a little more.

His warm hand was still in mine, and I allowed him to entwine his long fingers between mine. I poured him a glass of water as he stood humming softly to himself behind me. I turned to find him staring up at the ceiling like he was mesmerized by it.

"Harry," I called for his attention, which he immediately gave me. The dim moonlight was the only guidance in the dark house I had, and even through it I felt Harry's warm gaze watching me in his drunken state. "Drink this."

"What is it," he slurred again while staring at the glass of water in his hands, eyes wide in fascination.

I couldn't hold it in. I laughed quietly at him. "It's water, Harry."

Harry threw his head back, gulping down every single last drop of water in the glass before sighing heavily. "That was nice," he blinked.

I grabbed the glass from his hand, my other still holding his, which I knew he wouldn't let go of for anything. I stared at him a little, wiping a moist napkin over his face. He had a stain of food or...whatever that was on his face, and I cleaned him up a little as he watched my face, pouting.

"We're going up to my room, alright?" I asked him quietly.

Harry grinned widely, that lazy grin only meant to amuse. "Ooo," he whispered back, "feeling frisky, baby?"

"No," I spat, warningly, "Not for that reason. We're not having sex."

"AW," he whined, but I shushed him the next second, pulling him away from the kitchen.

Thankfully Harry wasn't unpleasant going up the stairs. We reached my bedroom door pretty effortlessly and I was glad he wasn't all that stumbly and clumsy. He did run into my wall, though.

I laughed quietly, shaking my head and pulling him away from my wall and into my bedroom before shutting the door gently, teeth gnawing against each other. When i turned around, Harry was stripping off his clothes.

My laughter ceased and I was watching him with horror. I didn't say anything as he took off his pants and threw them on the floor. Thankfully, he wasn't reaching for his boxers underwear. They were black, and tight. I could see the outlining his junk when he turned, and lord he had a reason to be cocky about his looks.

I gulped down my female urges, shaking my head and watching him as he lied on one side of the bed beneath my covers, like I was going to climb into bed with him. Where else could I sleep? The couch? No, that's too risky. My mother would question me.

"Baby," he groaned, patting the side next to him lazily. "Come to bed." His eyes were already shut, and he looked a little adorable there all fucked up and drunk.

Don't throw yourself out the window, Serenity. Self control. Self control.

I breathed in deeply, reluctantly getting in next to him. Immediately I was surrounded by his arms and a comfortable warmth. I lied with my back to him, mentally screaming at him to get the fuck off of me. But I didn't find the words and strength as he cuddled himself close to me.

"Harry, we're not cuddling. Go back to your side," I told him, finally finding my words.

"But --" he began, whining.

"No," I told him, firmly. I removed his arms away from me, turning to look over at him.

His eyes watched me, the soft green was suddenly too pretty for me to look at. I didn't wait too long, closing my eyes before I was rudely interrupted with Harry's singing. "TOUCH MY BODY," he sang loudly, eyes closed and mine opening with the urge to smack him.

"Harry," I hissed, placing my hand over his mouth. My chest was now facing his on my side.

"Put me on the floor," he mumbled against my hand. It tickled my palm before I felt his warm tongue licking the skin. I winced, removing my hand as he chuckled at me.

"Fine," I spat, "we'll cuddle."

Harry sent me a wide grin, pulling my body to his tightly, and I sighed in relief after hearing him softly snore. I was returning the favor he did to for me at the mall. Funny how quickly I had to return it, really. Harry was already causing more trouble than the mess I've created in all my years.

A/N: well Harry's a little shit when he's drunk lol. VOTE AND COMMENT plezzz.