everyone deals with hate differently, so how i do it is i legit post more fucking chapters so you haters can suck my ass

i shouldn't have to explain myself for doing nothing wrong but writing a FICTIONAL story. if you're the type to take things seriously, then just don't read any of them.

so, if someone ever insults you, pull their head off their neck. you shouldn't have to sulk and cry about it. trust me, there is a place for everyone on this earth.

and yours isn't crying because someone said you're too fat, too skinny, or stupid or ugly.

we can be fat, skinny, stupid, and ugly togther.

don't cry and give em the finger

:)

Serenity;

Belle had finally tried out her Barbie car with tears staining her pink cheeks. Tears of absolute happiness. Unfortunately, Belle kept running over everyone's toes, and since both Harry and I were barefoot, it hurt a lot. Otherwise, it was a really happy time seeing Belle all excited and driving around. Since their house was big enough, she could drive inside the house if she wanted to. Anne disagreed and said she'll have to drive it outside.

As I peered at my phone, receiving a text message from Emily about going to the beach later today, Harry came up from behind me and embraced me. I smiled to myself, feeling him rest his chin on my shoulder. He has the tendency to do this a lot. Always hugging me from behind, but I'm not complaining.

"Emily invited us to the beach later today. Marisol and Louis will be there as well and so will Niall," I read the names off the text. Emily had written Clary isn't available due to the fact she needs to take her sister shopping.

Harry shrugged, his fingers playing with the hem of the boxers I was wearing. "Sure, I've got nothing planned." I texted Emily back confirming we'll be going just as Harry said, "You know who I haven't seen in a while?"

Frowning, I paused before saying, "Who?"

"That Elliot guy."

I felt my eyes widen. "Oh! I haven't seen him in weeks. He hasn't even called or texted me. I should call him to see if everything's alright."

My phone was taken out of my hands before I could dial Elliot's number. "Do that later," Harry whispered into my neck, kissing the skin lightly, "You're with me right now."

+
Harry;

It was noon when I dropped Serenity off at her house, and went back to mine. I've been quite happy with my life so far. Everything seems to be going well, and hopefully for longer. I sat in the kitchen, about to peel a banana when my mother entered the room.

"So, did you have fun last night, Harry?" She asked with a smile.

"Sure did," I answered, taking a bite out of the fruit.

"Where's Serenity?"

"I took her home."

Mother sat across from me on a stool, smiling to herself about something I'm sure she found amusing. I'm glad she expresses a fond for Serenity, because if she didn't things wouldn't go as smoothly as they currently were. I'm glad Gemma likes her, too. Serenity is sometimes really hard to understand or to deal with, and I know that because she tends to annoy me much. But I'm still falling for her every second.

She clasped her hands together, looking ready for business. I eyed her carefully, knowing that by the sad smile on her face something was on her mind. "Harry...I need to ask you something. It's nothing particularly bad, I'm just worried for you."

I stayed silent.

"Harry, have you thought of what you want to do with your life? I mean as in a career. You can't just expect to live off money your entire life. There has to be something you enjoy doing." She insisted gently.

I rolled my eyes immediately. In school I was sick of getting this lecture from my teachers or people who were always concerned for me. It always made me hate myself because it brought back memories. I don't like regretting and sulking about things, and this lecture made it impossible for me not to.

"Mum, I'm not good at anything," I snapped. "I can't even fucking read correctly."

She shook her head, getting upset and frowning. "Dyslexia isn't anything to be afraid of. You've learned so far to overcome it emotionally and --"

"I'm not afraid of it!" I shouted, not meaning to but this always made me upset. "I could have left a year ago and started somewhere else by myself."

"Why haven't you?"

"Because Belle needs me here."

+

Serenity;
I unlocked the door to my house at noon. Arriving at this time the next day causes a bit of conflict between my parents and I. Well, one parent. Dad hasn't necessarily fully agreed with my mother. I didn't want to argue with him about anything, but it's obvious that everyone knows why I wasn't home last night.

Spare me the lectures and the disapproving glares from my family. I'm tired of being around them when all they do is find ways to make me seem worse than I really am. Before I could even make it up the stairs, my father had left the kitchen and spotted me in last night's outfit.

"What are you doing home so late?" He asked quite angrily.

I sighed to myself, taking a moment before I turned around to face him. "I spent the night at a friend's house. No big deal."

"You don't call or anything?" He crossed his arms over his chest, frowning at me.

On that he had a point. I should have called, texted, or anything to let them know I wasn't returning home. My mother seemed to express little attention to our conversation. She just continued washing and drying dishes.

"I thought you wouldn't care if I returned home or not." Is all I said.

My father huffed in sarcasm. "I'm your father, of course I'd care. No matter what ridiculous nonsense your mother told you, I happen to worry about you a lot."

There was no point in saying anything snappy or arguable. I only nodded my head. "I'm sorry, then. I should have called."

Maybe I meant that or maybe I didn't. I don't know what to do about my family anymore, and although the irresponsible thing to do is to run from your problems, I'm constantly afraid to try and fix anything for worry that it will be made worse. If I wanted to, I'd go right up to my parents and tell them everything I have ever dreamed of telling them. But, because I'm not the way they want me to be, I'll end up angering them.

When I entered my room, I plugged the charger in for my phone and placed it on my dresser. I immediately picked up my clothes and went into the bathroom across the hall. I wish I had a mini fridge, a bathroom, and a TV in my bedroom so then I wouldn't have to leave my room for anything.

After my shower, I wrapped my towel around my body and headed straight to my bedroom. I grabbed my phone off the dresser and unplugged the charger from it for a second to call Elliot. I haven't heard of him much. I'm sure my mother told his family everything that has happened.

It rang a couple of times before he answered. "Well, look who finally decides to call me."

I grinned softly. "Hey. I'm sorry about that. I --"

"I know, I know. Everything is everywhere. You may have been acting up to the rest of us, but I know that's just who you are. Don't give me a sob story." He spoke with amusement. "I've missed you, though."

As we talked, I looked through my drawers to find my bathing suits. "I've missed you, too! You didn't call me, either, shitface. How's it been?"

"Same old story, Big Tatas. My parents are still clueless about what's really going on with me. I don't know if I can ever man up and tell them I'm gay." He muttered, sighing.

Elliot has been my friend for as long as I can remember. We've always been put together, and although our parents thought we'd get romantically involved, we've always stayed as friends. When Elliot told me he felt nothing towards females, he was scared more than ever that he was gay. I tried to help as much as I can. To this day he's still a little insecure about it. I wouldn't blame him considering the parents he has to deal with.

Inhaling deeply, I tried to be as gentle as I could. "It's hard for you, I understand. You shouldn't force yourself to tell them. Tell them when you're ready."

"I know. That's my plan. It just seems forever. But what's going with you and Harry?" He teased gently. "I heard many things, but I don't know whether to believe them."

I felt giddy the second he brought up Harry. It's a little pathetic how I start gazing around, goofy grin on my face whenever his name is said. I can only think of how he holds me, how we both do the dumbest of things but end up having the best time, how he kisses me, how he treats me compared to how much of an asshole he is to everyone else. I'm so...so obsessed.

"He's perfect," I day-dreamed, staring at nothing in particular.

Elliot scoffed. "You go from hating the sucker to being so lovey-dovey. You are one complicated girl, you know."

"Eh," I shrugged carelessly, "People change their minds, okay?"

"Is the sex good?" He laughed.

"Elliot, you can't go one conversation without bringing up sex." I scolded him.

"I'm just asking!" He exclaimed, continuing to laugh. "It wouldn't surprise me if he was great in bed and somehow managed to make you fall in love because his dick is so good."

I blushed, huffing. "You're annoying. And to answer your question, we haven't done it. We're taking things at a slow pace."

Elliot gasped loudly. "Oh! Is this Serenity I'm talking to or Virgin Mary?!"

Laughing now, I shook my head and figuring I should invite him to the beach since I haven't seen him in a while. He agreed almost immediately and was knocking at my door the next ten minutes. I dressed myself in a white bikini top and a hot pink bottom -- not really caring to match. I threw on a white, see through long sleeved beach dress and a pair of black flip flops and was out.

I grabbed a bag and filled it sunscreen and other beach necessities. When I arrived downstairs, Elliot was in the middle of a conversation with my mom. I slowly stopped descending the stairs, my phone quietly vibrating in my hand from Harry, who said he'd pick me up in five.

"I don't understand. You are okay with this? I thought you two were together," my mother insisted. I'm glad she likes Elliot, but this is ridiculous.

Elliot hadn't noticed me, and continued to speak. "Mrs. Carter, we were never together. We've been friends for a long time, and it just stays that way. We just never had eyes for each other."

She paused. "I just wish you'd somehow get her to realize what a mistake she is making being with that no-good punk. She says she's with friends but I know she's with him."

"Hey, Elliot!" I called, beaming at him and interrupting what else my mother had to say about Harry. She turned around quickly to glance at me, and moved away from the door without another word. I embraced Elliot for a few seconds, seeing as the awkward tension had rose up.

He grinned down at me softly. "Hi," is all he said. Around my mother, almost everyone had to be someone they weren't. All except Clary. She didn't care much and was always looking to piss off my mother.

A horn beeped outside. I glanced out the open door to see Harry's car. Elliot waved at my mother as I followed him out the door, turning to tell my mother where I was going. "We're heading off to the beach with a couple of friends. I'll be back later!" I called.

She just nodded her head. In her eyes I could tell she was unhappy despite the neutral expression on her face. I can't do much about that except find a way to apologize to her. It is clear we both have things to say and we can't ignore the tension there forever.

Harry was out of his car and opening the door for me once I reached him. He glanced over at Elliot, who immediately sassed, "I hope you were planning to open the door for me, too, Styles."

"Not a chance," Harry retorted.

"It's the least you can do. You stole my girlfriend., remember?"

"I'm just that good," he remarked, causing me to roll my eyes as I hopped into the passenger seat. Elliot playfully narrowed his eyes at Harry and then opened the door for himself.

As usual, Harry grabbed my hand in his, entwining our fingers like he does when driving. He kissed my knuckles and smiled against my skin, probably teasing my hands in his head. "You look beautiful, by the way," he flirted at me.

Smiling, I opened my mouth to thank him but Elliot said, "Well, aren't you two just the cutest things?"

"Shut up, Elliot," I muttered, already feeling myself redden. My phone vibrated with another text from Emily saying she needs me to stop at her house. I knew this would either annoy Harry, or make him twice as impatient as he already is. "Baby," I started, turning in my seat a little to face him, biting my lip.

He glanced at me, his pale green eyes examining my face for a few seconds before muttering, "Whaat doo youu waant?"

"Emily texted me to stop at her house," I explained, watching as he groaned. He acted as if it was the worse possible thing that could happen. I pouted my lips. "Please," I begged, dragging out the word. I leaned in forward and whispered, "I'll give you a little something tonight."

"Where does she live?" He asked quickly, making me grin.

The moment when we arrived in front of her house, Harry and Elliot both said they're not getting their asses up again. When Emily's mom is not home, which is most of the time, she invites me over and a couple of friends. I was greeted by Marisol, who had dragged Louis with her inside the house. He was currently sitting on the couch, playing some game on his phone.

"Hey, Marisol," I smiled.

"Hola," she winked, "Emily's upstairs and was dying to tell you what she's discovered."

"Does it have to do with Zayn?" I asked nervously. I thought they had solved whatever problems.

"Not at all," Marisol informed, making me sigh in relief.

We reached her bedroom to find Emily standing in front of the mirror. She had a striped blue and white bikini top, and was wearing shorts that were she was pulling at the hem. She beamed up at me when she saw me, face illuminated by her happiness.

"Look!" She tugged at the hem, that was now impressively loose around her smaller waist. "I've dropped a size!" She shrieked, jumping up and down.

Laughing, I went to hug her. "That's great!" As long as she was happy, it was all good.

Marisol suddenly said, "I think you look great. But there was nothing wrong with the one size you had on before! My momma used to say your body is like a temple, the bigger the temple, the more luxurious it is!"

I had to agree with Marisol, both Emily and I chuckling at what she had said. It wasn't anything false, either. Sometimes I want to be able to eat three Hot Pockets and not worry about how fat I'll feel afterwards. Yet at other times, I don't care and proceed to finish the packet of Oreos.

After everything was all set, I got back into the car and Emily decided to leave with Louis and Marisol. They were going to pick up Niall so we might get there a few minutes before them. On the way to the beach Elliot and I argued over stupid things like movies and a couple of episodes from That 70's Show. Harry rolled his eyes the entire time, avoiding the conversation until I'd pull him into it.

When we arrived, Elliot started screaming like an excited child, practically falling out of the car. I watched him in his hysterics while Harry opened his trunk to get out beach chairs. Elliot threw his shoes into the sand and sat down at an area where I'm assuming will be where we'll sit. There weren't too many people today, but enough to avoid doing stupid shit like Elliot just had done.

"Louis's got the coolers with drinks and ice cream," Harry informed me, pulling out a folded chair. I took the time to examine what Harry was wearing. A pair of black swim shorts and a white t-shirt with graphics of a half naked girl on it. I snickered at his shirt, but otherwise not finding it a big deal.

Louis, Niall, Marisol, and Emily arrived later when Harry and I were already sitting with Elliot. Louis and Niall carried the coolers while Marisol had a volleyball in her hand, Emily sporting nothing but a grin on her face. She was much happier than before.

Niall set the cooler down, sighing and announcing, "I'm going into the water. It is too hot to breathe."

"That's because I'm here," Louis cheekily joked.

"Well then," I laughed, "I'm going into the water, too!" I kicked off my flip flops and reached for the hem of my dress.

Harry coughed and stood in front of me. "Before you give the entire beach a show," he muttered, making everyone in the group scoff.

I took it off and placed it near my bag. "Done," I chuckled.

He turned around and glanced at my body before tossing off his own shirt. Harry, with no hesitation, threw my across his shoulder and had me screaming until we reached the water. He was chest deep in the water, with me hanging off his shoulder. Like I assumed, he threw me into the water.

When I surfaced, I smacked his chest and shouted, "Asshole!"

Harry, although listening, was eyeing my chest. I rolled my eyes again at his short attention span as he pulled me to his body. The water was much higher to me, so it touched right below my collar bones. Harry picked me up and I wrapped my legs around his waist, giggling when he pecked my chin with a little, soft kiss.

"It's tempting to get you naked. Too bad there's people around," he winked, huskily whispering against my now wet skin.

I shushed him. "Not now," I placed my finger to his lips, looking down at him with a smirk. I grabbed his face in my hands, moving my lips over his and placing a kiss there before Niall was screaming and tackling us into the water again.

"Haha, bitches!" He laughed when we surfaced.

Harry pushed his hair back and leaned over to me. "Kiss me for good luck?" I already knew what he was up to. I laughed and kissed me one more time before he scanned the water, seeing Niall already swimming away. "Come back here, you blonde shithead!"

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