The Bad boy's Redemption

Chapter Two

I ran my fingers through my hair before tying it up loosely on my head.

I had just gotten dressed in a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt that had the words 'Eat, drink and sleep' on it.

What time was it?

I had no idea. I didn't even know what day it was.

I padded down the stairs hoping it would lead to where food was. The thought of the kitchen made my stomach grumble aggressively.

I got to the sitting room and it looked as if a small party was thrown. Pizza boxes littered the floor and the tea table. There were empty cans of drinks and bottles of water. Pizza toppings lied on the floor carelessly. All in all the place was a mess.

Cat was sat on a couch her phone in her hands, her eyes fixated on the lit up screen. Beside her were three girls who were equally staring at their phones. I don't think any of them noticed there was a new addition to the numbers of people in the room. Their phones made me remember that I had left mine upstairs in the room.

Since I got there, my mum had called me on Skype about eight times and I'd only accepted her request once. And I only did that to let her know I was still alive and okay. There was nothing much to say to her albeit I knew she had a lot to say to me, I didn't hear it. I had cut her Q&A session short telling her I needed to sleep. It wasn't a total lie and I did sleep, not just immediately after dropping the call.

I was still angry with her. She and my Dad. And I don't think I'm going to stop anytime soon. I just never thought my parents couldn't be arsed about me spending the rest of my life with a stranger. It's ironic though, how when I was eight she would talk about me having the perfect wedding with my prince charming. How we'd be so in love and happy we couldn't stop smiling. How I'd giggle at her acting as grown up me saying my wedding vows in a dramatic way. How I had said I wanted to arrive at the church in a white horse carriage and not a limousine. How I had spent most of my tween life thinking about my own prince.

I got a Prince. Not just the one I wanted.

He was rich, older, important, responsible, famous. He was a fine man. But, he wasn't for me.

"Eleanor!." Cat called. She was now standing in front of me, her phone in her left hand.

"Hello Catherine. How do you do?"

"Perfect." She clapped her hands like an excited eight year old. "You haven't met my friends. You've been pretty out of it for two days now so they couldn't get to meet you."

Four pairs of eyes were now staring at me. Two pairs I've met, the other two, no.

"Hey El." Angela greeted. "I can call you that right?." She asked and I nodded before telling her a 'hello'

"Hi I'm Eleanor. What's your name?" I asked a pretty blonde who couldn't be older than fifteen.

"Uh h-hi I'm I'm B-blanca." she replied looking anywhere but my face. She rubbed her palms on her skirt.

"Blanca gets nervous when she's talking to new people." The taller blonde explained.

"I'm Stacy." She said and I stretched my hand out for a handshake. "I don't do handshakes silly." She said before pulling me into a hug.

"Cat is right your accent is hot." She whispered in my ear before pulling away.

"Uh Thanks." I said not knowing what else to say.

"Where is Allison? She better not be using the new lip gloss I just bought from Paris." Cat said with flared nostrils.

"Chill Cat. She just went to pick the guys. She came with her brother's car remember." Stacy looked down her phone before saying. "She said they're almost here. They're on 144th."

"What!." Cat shrieked. "And you're just telling me this. I look like a dumpster Stacy. It will take hours to get me to look my best and I have minutes. Just minutes. And you know who is coming!." She practically scream.

Stacy rolled her eyes.

"You're exaggerating. You look okay." Angela said.

"Okay is not the word I want associated with my looks. I have to look hot. Hot hot hot is the word." she finished before running off.

"Yeah yeah we get it. You have to look hot for Dave." Stacy rolled her eyes.

"So you four did this." I gestured to the dirty room my eyes scanning every rubbish on the floor.

"I wasn't part. This is all Stacy, Joey and Kyle's doing.

"Who is Joey and Ky–" my sentence was cut off with a collision. A body had ran into me so hard I almost fell on my arse. I looked down and was met with a pair of innocent looking blue eyes. Before me was a kid with a brown hair in a fade haircut. His cheeks were coloured pink and he stared at me with curiosity filled eyes.

"Who are you?." He asked, his eyes scanning my face for a hint of recognition.

"I'm Eleanor." I told him and I watched his eyes lit up and his lips curve into a smile. Suddenly his tiny arms were around my waist as he tried to engulf me into his tiny frame.

"You're my cousin. I'm your cousin. We're family." He said before pulling away. He looked up at me and something he saw on my face made his cheeks flaming red.

I was confused. If he was my cousin does that make him Cat's brother?. Cassie's son?. I thought Cassie only had one child. Mum never said she had a son.

I quickly put a kind smile on my face when I saw that he was already frowning.

"What's your name love?." I asked him.

"Jack. That is my daddy's name too. I'm his favorite." He said with a proud grin.

"You're cute." I smiled before ruffling his hair a little. "How old are you Jack.?"

"I am seven. I will be eight by Dec 31st." I nodded my head before I heard someone cough. I looked up from the cute kid in front of me and met with his slightly older version. Same eyes, hair, face and pink cheeks. His eyes met mine and he looked down at his feet. When he looked up at me again I flashed him a small smile which he returned.

"I'm Eleanor. What's your name?." I asked the shy kid standing few feet away.

"Kyle." He said without meeting my eyes. His cheeks were turning red.

"Kyle gets all shy and nervous when he's talking to girls. Especially pretty ones." Jack said and Kyle kicked the back of his knee not so subtly.

"So you think I'm pretty?." I teased the little boy who was now blushing again. I had to refrained myself from pinching his cheeks.

He nodded and I chuckled.

"So you lot are Cassie's sons." They both nodded.

"Cat is eighteen, I'm seven and will be eight Dec 31st, Kyle and Justin ar--."

"Justin? Who is–."

"I'M BACK BITCHES!." A loud voice cut me off. I looked up at the entrance and there stood a tall girl with a very long black hair. Her hair was below her waist, past her bum.

And I thought my back length hair was too long.

"Allison!" Jack said before running off to hug her waist.

"What's up little one." she said patting his head. Then her eyes met mine.

She moved closer till she was two feet away from me.

Her eyes were a piercing silver colour. They were pretty.

"Are you the Brit cousin Cat has been talking about?." She asked.

"Yes. She's my cousin. And her name is Eleanor." Jack beamed.

"I'm Allison. And no you can't call me Ally."

"Hi Allison."

"Has anyone ever told you you have really pretty eyes." She said and I snorted.

"Not really. But I think your eyes are pretty too."

"Oh please." She groaned. "I would have looked better with black eyes."

"Where are they?." I heard Cat said from behind me. I turned to her and there she stood in a pink mini skirt and off white crop top. Her blonde hair was parted in half and on her lips was a very shiny pink lip gloss. She looked ridiculously peng.

Someone whistled.

"Get the f**k out of here Kyle." Cat growled.

"I'll tell mom you used a bad word." Jack said pointing a finger at Cat before running after Kyle.

Immediately, three tall guys walked in. I looked from one face to another and I watched one of them scrunch up his face in disgust.

"What the hell threw up here?." He scowled.

"Stacy did." Blanca said.

"Hey! I wasn't the only one. Joey and Kyle helped make this mess too. And you David, shut the hell up."

"And who do we have here." A raven haired guy said his eyes on me.

I looked at Cat and she flashed them a grin.

"This is Eleanor. My cousin from London."

"Manchester." I corrected.

"Isn't Manchester in London?."

I shook my head.

"Okay. Eleanor this is Dave, Nick and Harry."

I took in each one of their features and I must admit they were all fine lads.

Dave was the shortest of all three. He was a little over 6ft. Brown hair, electric blue eyes, straight nose, and slightly muscular. His face was what you'll call angelic beauty. Although his light brown jumper looked a bit big on him, it didn't make him any less pretty.

Nick was about 6ft3. Raven hair, his eyes were...well I couldn't see them from where I was. High cheekbone and chiseled jaw. His nose was slightly crooked. He did look like one who picked fights. His white T-shirt fitted him perfect and showed off his wide shoulders. He had more muscles than the other lads. On his arms were a few small tattoos. He looked like someone fresh out of a model shoot.

Harry was taller than Dave but shorter than Nick so he was probably around 6ft2. He reminded me of dark nights that are so black. His hair was curly and jet black. His eyes were charcoal black. His black T-shirt looked like it had been tailored just for him. He was lean with muscles in all the right places. Every piece of clothing on him was black. He had three piercings in sight. One on his left eyebrow, a small silver loop ring on his lower lip and a slightly bigger silver ring on his left earlobe. His eyelids were droopy. He looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there. He looked bored even though it had only been roughly five minutes since he walked in.

"Hello." I greeted and got a 'hi' from Dave and a 'hello' from Nick. Harry said nothing and just gave me a curt nod.

The lads walked over to the sofa making sure not to step on the pizza and toppings on the floor.

I didn't realize my eyes were still on them until Cat moved really close to me and said something quietly for only my ears to hear.

"I don't care about the others. But Harry is mine so don't you even think about him." She said in a threatening tone.

"What?." I asked puzzled. I thought Stacy made a comment about her liking Dave.

"Oh silly me. Of course you can't be attracted to them. You're gay."

"What!."

"I've never been happier about that fact than I am now."

I already knew the answer to this but I still felt the need to ask. I couldn't believe my mum would do this to me.

"Who told you that?." I asked Cat.

"Oh your mom told my mom who told me. But don't worry couz, I don't judge. I'm totally fine with it."

Oh spiffing!