Ok so this might sound TOTALLY fucked up. Oh wait. It will. Very. Very fucked up. LIKE OUT OF THIS WORLD FUCKED UP. Yea I know you get it. But I can't even begin to describe how fucked up this will sound.

I've always been told I have a bad mouth. I cleaned it out with soap once. Can't say I recommend it. It's fucking gross. I mean... Freaking gross. IT DIDN'T EVEN WORK EITHER.

Back to what I was saying.

Sorry I get distracted very easily.

OK AGAIN.

BACK TO WHAT WAS TOTALLLLLLLLY FUCKED UP.

I was doing my homework (boring I know) but it was the last assignment of the year. Woopdie fucking woo. I was at a stable 65%. Enough to pass. I'm fine with that.

And I'm writing the last word that I'll ever write in grade 12 before community college when some ass hole knocked on the door like a bagillion times.

I went to answer it and before me stood a god with brown curls that flopped perfectly along the side of his face. His beautiful green eyes looked into my soul. Well not my soul but still.

"Can we come in?" He said in a sexy rough British accent

"We?" I said practically drooling while he pushed me out of the way roughly and two others followed behind him.

I saw a moving truck at the back and was so extremely confused.

"What the fuck?" I said turning around.

Then I realized.

JESUS WHEN DID HE GET SO SEXY.

"Hey sis." He winked

My step brother. I thought he moved to... OOHH I get the British accent now. Long story short my mom Jamie divorced my dad Chris who then married Anne (Harry's mother) We were so little. Lets just say he used to look nothing like that

More like a little retard who enjoyed eating glue and paper and always poured the mixture of both in my hair.

"We're not fucking related." I spat

"WATCH YOUR TONE" Anne yelled

"Sorry Anne." I smiled. She hated when I called her Anne. Since she practically raised me she expected a "mom"

I noticed her expression "I'm not calling you mom." I smiled and hopped off

"Why do you have to be such a whore?" Harry grabbed my arm startling me out of the task at hand (Filling my never ending hole of a stomach)

"Do you see me fucking the neighbour hood?" I smiled

"You know what I mean."

"I'm sorry but I can't take you seriously AT ALL with that cute little British accent"

"You think I'm cute?" he said with a wink

"Yea. In that I'm gay sort of way." I winked back

"Oh fuck you."

"How hard?" I winked

He walked off.

Pussy.

"Did you tell me dad you were moving back in?" I questioned Anne

"Of course dear." She smiled

Dear. I'm not 6. I'm not her dear. Fucking nasty.

I ran up to my room, sat on my bed and called my best friend Zayn

"Hey quiff monster" I smiled

"HEY SEXY LADY OPP OPP OPP OPP OPPA GANGNAM STYLE"

"You're such a faggot."

"I feel the love."

"That's not what I was going for."

"Well you achieved it."

"Fuck I'm such an over achiever"

"Fuck you are."

He understood my dirty mouth and appreciated it for what it was.

"So why'd you called me?" He smiled

"My faggot of a brother and step mom moved back in."

"You can't be serious. I thought they lived in Holmes Chapel"

"Me too. But welcome to America where you can expect the unexpected."

"But if you expect the unexpected then it becomes expected."

"Shut your smart ass mouth and get your ass over here."

"On my way."

With that he hung up.

Thank god I was going away to college soon.

FUCK.

Community college.