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"fuck frank ocean," niall screams to the skies.
"he doesn't know our life," gigi huffs. and taylor adds, "he wishes he was us."
"maybe he does," harry murmurs.
"he does," liam agrees.
zayn points his middle fingers at louis and harry. "fuck you both!"
super rich kids with nothing but fake friends
= = = =
harry styles is in the kitchen finishing off his breakfast. the sun rays illuminate all the white surface of the kitchen counter, the fridge, walls and the floor to even be whiter. near the window is his mother, busy texting on her iphone 8s+. he opens his mouth to speak to her but shuts it – what is he to say anyway?
they are not a close-knit family like the rest of britain nor do they sit down at the table like all families do. he does not know where his father is because he is always traveling his mother is always on her phone or out drinking champagne with her drunken, single friends. she regrets marrying his father and having a child too early – way too early even though she is 46 years old.
so what happens? harry’s life schedule is practically the same: school and home; his extracurricular activities are parties, girlfriends and other snobby activities that he does not mind doing. not forgetting applying for ivy leagues…
yes his girlfriend, taylor waldorf, is something he considers an activity! she is some piece of work really. i mean going to milan in the spring, la in the summer, jo’burg in christmas, and paris in the new year with his girlfriend year in year out since they were in middle school, it really is. it did not help matters that their parents were really, really good friends and guess what, those ladies harry’s mother goes drinking champagne with? taylor’s mother, eleanor is one of them.
friends? ha! nothing to say about them. they are shitty and superficial. and rich. which he is. he did not like saying it but he lives in a world that money talks and money is the way the world works and that is all he has ever known since growing up. money, money, money. money was everything, and everything is money. those are the rules.
“i have to go to school,” harry says out loud but to no one in particular. one of the maids rushes in to the kitchen and takes away his bowl of breakfast and his glass of juice. “thank you.”
“don’t harry, i’ve warned you so many times,” anne huffs, her fingers tapping her phone.
“sorry,” he murmurs rolling his eyes. he stands up and his mother has not budged. he is tempted to wish her a good day but shakes his head and heads out for the door.
“aim for the ivy leagues!”
“whatever,” he murmurs. he walks down the stairs of his mansion and enters the back of the black, sleek car with his chauffeur waiting inside.
at school, he meets up with zayn and his girlfriend, gigi, in the parking lot. it is habit really, they do not do much in the parking lot at 7:35am but it is to pass time until 8 o’clock.
he walks to zayn’s car and meets gigi halfway talking about something that happened last night. “…so then maggie was like running out the house and like she fell down, her ass in the air, and like her brother runs after her in like only his boxers and guess what?”
“what girlfriend?” zayn asks.
harry zones and just, well, stares at people driving, walking, cycling and whatever into school with nothing much holding down their shoulders. like this kid who walks in with just his skateboard, jet black hair with far too much gel and oh gosh, what are those on his feet? slippers? since when are slippers in fashion?
finally the bell rings and he walks behind zayn and gigi, his eyes darting to other people in his school. lately his mind had been somewhere else – he had been thinking, of course about ivy leagues, but mainly about his friends, about real love. what zayn and niall (his other super rich friends) were to him is not real, not friendship with love but convenience. the three of them were super rich kids (niall the richest out of the three of them) so obviously they would be together, they spent their weekends together ever since he can remember, they dated the same girls which was sad because…
“harry!” gigi calls and he looks at her.
“what?”
“you coming?” she asks flashing her brown eyes on him. he nods and they head to their homeroom class. “you know what i think? blue is not a color for the middle-class and below.”
“why girlfriend?”
“where is taylor? harry asks before gigi replies to zayn’s question. she tells him that she went with niall to vienna for the new years.
“together?” he asks, unfazed. he is not bothered because they have a lot of history, harry and taylor. at first, harry and mckenzie used to date, niall was with taylor and zayn was, well, taylor waldorf. beginning of high school, niall was with taylor, harry was with kendall and zayn with mckenzie. and now? harry is with taylor, zayn with gigi and niall with brittany.
“yeah something about flights being cancelled cause of weather of some shit,” zayn shrugs.
“sure,” he mums, looking around his class. it was the new year, and he wants to see who is in his class. one by one, he looks at the new kids in class, with gigi talking in the background to zayn, harry sighs because why is there no one interesting coming to their class.
“liam!” gigi shrieks, standing up and jogging to him.
“babe! i missed you,” liam smiles. harry liked liam. genuinely liked him. why? well, he did not vomit in his face, or laugh in his face, or humiliate him in front of the whole school in 2013 when he said he is gay, or rather bisexual. liam is the only one who was cool with it and treated him like it did not matter he fancied men too.
“come sit,” gigi cheers, pulling liam to a seat, “and tell us all about your christmas trip to chicago.”
“it was a bore,” liam sighs, but in a playful manner. “like the whole time my dad was just droning about how we should not be eating turkey for christmas because it is an american thing but my mom ignored him because she is, get this, on the roof with these reindeers with christmas lights and everything and she trips and falls off the roof. but get this, she doesn’t actually fall, she flies down.”
“your mother is a daring woman!” gigi giggles.
“that she is for sure! that’s why she is my mom,” liam winks.
the teacher walks in and introduces himself as mr sprite who will be their homeroom teacher. not much happens for an hour, apart from harry listening to zayn whisper sweet nothings to gigi all through the lesson. finally the bell rings and mr sprite comes round handing out the class schedules for each of them.
“maths?” harry groans. “maths!?”
turning around in his seat, liam smiles, “i have maths too.”
i smile and we both head to our classes. i plop down on my seat, liam going on about his christmas dinner with his family in chicago (again) and harry zones out. or more like stares at the brown-haired boy entering his class, with a tank top and a silver adidas jacket.
his eyes do not leave the boy even as he makes his way to his seat and takes out his book from his vans bag.what is this boy? he has shriveled, uncombed hair, an adidas jacket in the middle of january, sport shoes on his feet, damn ripped skinny jeans and is that him with bracelets around his arms? and he has tattoos as well?
“who are you looking at so hard?” liam wonders, looking into the direction harry’s green eyes were locked. “ah, louis.”
“louis?” harry frowns. “what kind of name is that?”
“stop,” liam chuckles, elbowing him. “he’s good.”
“poor is more like it. who the hell wears brands from the top to bottom, and even walks out of the house like that?”
“you’re unbelievable,” liam laughs. harry just rolls his eyes and continues to listen to the teacher. he is glad though that he has liam in his class and not his other rich friends because all they do is skip class, talk in class, fuck in class and get fs and it does not mean anything to them because they have companies to take over once they are out.
do not get harry wrong, he does too. his future is set: graduate high school with nothing but as, get into ivy league (preferably yale or harvard), and work in his father’s company until he rots in the c.e.o chair. sometimes he just wants to not care about his grades but he has to, or he could end up like his sister gemma.
“harry!” liam snaps in his face. “you okay? you’ve been out of yourself lately.”
“applying to american colleges are harder than it looks,” harry tells him. “way too hard.”
“why are you applying anyway?” zayn asks, sitting with them at the lunch table. even though they were rich, and could eat lunch outside the school, there was a new rule that nobody could drive off the premises during school hours since in the past most would not come back to school after lunch.
“because i want to actually get an education.”
“you have high school,” zayn tells him. he plants a kiss on gigi’s small lips. harry does not reply and shoots liam a glance, the let’s get out of here glance. liam nods and they both stand up, zayn and gigi not bothering about them leaving and they both walk to the football pitch.
harry loves the football pitch. not because he secretly loves football and wishes he could play but because gets to be free off his friends. free of his girlfriend taylor, zayn and gigi love thrills, mckenzie, chuck, his parents, school, applying for ivy leagues, heck even the superficial conversations he has with every single person he meets.
“what is it mate?” liam asks. the both of them are seated on the bleachers watching the football team warm up. “i can tell something is bothering you.”
“ivy leagues are hard.”
“it’s not ivy leagues mate, it’s something else. and don’t give me the crap about knowing taylor is cheating on you with niall.”
“how did you know?”
“the whole school knows mate,” liam shrugs. “it’s pretty obvious too. they are both in vienna still and it’s the end of january.”
“you know about me and her,” harry speaks slowly, his eyes not leaving the football pitch.
“and i know too yet i’m still here,” liam tells him softly. “i’m not leaving you harry, not now not ever and i won’t do anything that will hurt you.” he adds chuckling, “on purpose.”
“dick,” harry chuckles too. “one word to my mother about my rooftop incident last year and i’m dead liam. i’m cut off, i say goodbye to my future, i say goodbye to who i am basically.”
“you mean end up like your sister?” liam questions. harry frowns.
“hey guys!” the two lads turn their heads to see mckenzie walking up the benches. she sits in front of them. “did you hear?”
“what?” liam asks.
“fucking chuck bass broke up with me,” she laments. “just because i was cheating on him with niall so he thinks he can dump me. but i will get back at him. oh you watch me.”
“what exactly will you do?” liam asks.
“i know it was that stuck up girlfriend of yours harry that told chuck i was cheating but fook her, you know,” mckenzie continues. “i’m going to make sure taylor, chuck and niall wish they were never born. do you know why they didn’t come to school today?”
“why?” harry asks, now interested in the conversation. mckenzie’s lips tug upwards mischievously and she darts her eyes between the two boys.
“well gigi lied to you, she is in on this. this morning gigi went over to taylor’s house so they could go last minute shopping for school,” she tells them. “and without me no doubt. but when she got there she saw niall and her on the bed, fooking each other’s brains out.”
“you’re lying!” liam exclaims.
“and you know what a loud mouth gigi is? she told the whole school about it i’m sure so that’s why they couldn’t come. but that’s not my plan. my plan is to catch them fucking on video.”
“and then what mckenzie?” harry asks. “what will you do that video? taylor will just get you expelled for who knows how and niall doesn’t care if he leaves the school or not.”
“so naïve harry,” mckenzie says, flipping hair off her shoulders. “i don’t know why you put up with that bitch.”
liam agrees, “same!”
“screw both of you,” he says, flipping the middle finger at them. liam laughs and mckenzie smiles. they secretly love this careless, playful attitude of harry, not the rich, asshole harry but where money walks, so does the attitude.
“just break up with that asshole of taylor!”
“what i keep saying,” liam shrugs.
“i mean, you broke up with me so why not her?” mckenzie reasons.
harry gets up and the other two follow, “i’ll do that when i want to go to prison.”
the afternoon ends quickly thankfully and he is out of school walking quickly. mckenzie calls after him and he stops by his land cruiser. his chauffeur gets out of his car and runs to the side, holding open the door for him.
“let’s go for a drive,” she tells him.
“don’t want to,” harry tells her, slightly irritated. she nevertheless enters and harry smirks. harry loved mckenzie because she was fearless and defenseless and did not take crap from anyone. also, she was smoking hot!
“where are we going?” he asks her, a little intrigued. from time to time, mckenzie would randomly enter his car and they would go for “drives” – mostly adventures of her chasing down people she did not like which was usually, or random guilty pleasure like the pizza joints or frozen yoghurt, or the plain old egging cars and houses. these were stupid, harry admits, but they are always refreshing to his otherwise mundane routine.
“where to today?” harry wonders.
“your house first!” mckenzie grins.
the two of them are best friends ever since their break up in middle school. don’t get harry wrong, liam is his first best friend but mckenzie was more than what liam is. and after mckenzie one night rang his doorbell because her father got drunk and was violent (and his mother was doing nothing about it), harry comforted her as much as he could and assured her that she was welcome to his house, whether he was in or not. so much so the maids even knew her by name.
“welcome mckenzie,” the butler smiles, upon seeing her walk up to the door.
“hello james,” she winks. “good to see yah. how’s the wife doing? is she getting better?”
“she is thank you for asking,” he nods. harry comes into view and he returns to his serious mode. “sir.”
harry nods, walking past him without a word just in case his mother hears him thanking the staff. again. they make their way upstairs, walking past white walls with priceless paintings on the walls flown from all around the world. she turns left and walks into “her” room – her room because of the time she spends at harry’s house, he decided to just let her have a room of her own. plus it is not like they were running out of rooms in this mansion!
harry plops on the bed, as mckenzie runs the shower. “are you ever going to stop buying apple shampoo?”
“no,” harry says loud enough for mckenzie to hear. “plus i’m not the one who does shopping.”
“you should start,” mckenzie says, emerging out of the bathroom in her birthday suit. no it was not weird that she, again and again, would shower and come out naked. not weird at all.
“we have towels k,” he sighs. his eyes gaze at her naked body up and down. “did you get a brazilian? actually i don’t care why because you have stupid reason for it. can we go for a pedi after your adventure?”
“your foot fetish still freaks me out,” she smirks. she is getting dressed. “but i love it because i get a plus one to come with me. and maybe one day you will have a mani with me.”
“feet are the only part of my body nobody ever sees,” he says. he heaves a sigh of happiness because finally mckenzie is dressed and ready to go wherever they are going. he is pretty excited actually.
“the only part?”
“the only part.”
“how do you have sex then?” she wonders, following harry down the stairs.
“not answering.”
“c’mon! i mean when you’re finally both on the bed because you two are boring during sex and can’t have it in any other place other than a bed, what do you do? because obviously she would want you to be completely naked,” mckenzie drones. “which is pretty boring because sex with clothes on is just as fun.”
“won’t be home for dinner,” harry tells the maid waiting at the bottom of the stairs.
“very well, sir.”
“we will be home for dinner samantha,” mckenzie cheers. finally, the adventurous adventures begin and they head of to what looks like niall’s grand mansion. harry keeps mum in the back of his car with mckenzie looking like she is about to burst into happiness. he knows by now he cannot ask what the plan is because mckenzie will remain quiet in her seat, “it’s part of the fun”, she would always tell him.
“get out!” she says once the driver parks in front of niall’s blue mansion. “follow me.” they run around the house instead of using the front door. mckenzie knocks on the back door and a maid dressed in blue opens it.
“may i help you?” she inquires.
“yes, we’re here to see taylor,” she says in her sweetest, non-bitchy voice. “and could you not tell her we’re here?”
“yes ma’am,” she says. she bows her head as they pass by. she is practically running up the stairs and harry frowns a little at how well she knows niall’s house. she stops at a blue door and turns on her heels. she holds harry by the shoulders and tells him to not be scared, or panic.
“why would i panic?” he asks. “do you have a dead body in there?”
“what?” she mumbles. “no. just that i didn’t want you to find out this way but i can’t keep watching you die a little bit every day inside.”
“what are you talking about?”
“liam told me about you being half gay,” she says, murmuring the words “half gay”. she cuts harry off and continues, “and how you told taylor and she didn’t take it well and she is somehow holding knowing your secret over your head. but that’s about to end right now because behind these doors are what you’ve been waiting for to finally end taylor.”
“what’s behind the door?”
“it’s been going on since christmas and—”
“what the fuck is behind the door k?” he violently asks.
“best you see it yourself,” she says and opens the door. harry eyes are fixated on the door but as soon as it opens they move across the room. they fall on the figures on the bed. one end he sees his girlfriend taylor, naked with her ass sticking in the air. near the bed post is niall’s naked irish body with an erect penis. and in the middle of these two bodies is…
“what the fuck?” harry yells. “a goat?!”