Tough Love

April Parker's life is a mess... Then she meets a boy, and he helps her through life. Will she learn how to love again? Or will the one person she starts to love leave? April doesn't want to take chances. She doesn't want to be left behind again... Will she make thing better? Or end up pushing him away?

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9. Chapter nine: Party

~After school~

HARRY

     The walk home from school was the same silent, boring walk as this morning. I just don't know what to say anymore. Ever since Adam came into the picture it's like everything I say and do is wrong. It's not like I wanted to ignore April, it's just to hard to look at her without falling for her again...

Her voice interrupted my thoughts, "Are you going to ignore me forever?" April asked me very bluntly. 

"Yes," I kept walking. 

****

APRIL 

"Don't go to that party." Harry came in quickly, causing me to drop my mascara. 

"Oh, your talking to me now?" I rolled my eyes. "I'm going. I already said I would." I regained my grip on the shiny tube, tracing my lashes.

"You can't go."

"Yeah I can." I nodded, ignoring his fatherly tone.

"You don't understand how bad I don't want you to go."

"What I do understand is it's just a party, Harry." I blinked a few times to dry the makeup. "Jade and me are gonna walk in, hang out a while and then we'll come home. No harm done."

"Why won't you just listen to me?"

"Because you're just repeating the same thing over and over…"

"…I repeat it for emphasis." He crossed his arms. I glanced at him through the reflection in the mirror. He had been looking away but as if seeing my eyes cast toward him he caught my gaze in the glass. I shook it away, tracing my lips with some colorless lip balm.
"You're doing this to piss me off." He stated. I tried to laugh but it came out bitter and unbelievable.

"No."

"Yeah you are. I can tell. You stand there dolling yourself up for the ass hole Adam. You probably  don't even want to go."

"I never said that."

"You didn't have to!" He threw his arms up in the air, exasperated by my lies. I bit the inside of my lip. "I know you, April." He challenged me with the raise of his eyebrow. "You're not even looking forward to it."

"Sure I am." I turned around, grinning subtly toward his cocky exterior. Is he trying to change my mind? Cause it's not working.

"Liar." He scoffed, sticking his pointer finger in my face all knowingly.

"Maybe I like Adam." I smirked, ticking my head to the side and looking away as if I was hiding some dark secret. 

"No." Harry leant back and allowed his hands to fall into his pockets, his casual stance hiding a shred of panic.

"Don't be so sure of yourself." I stood up and faced his careless pose.

"This is one thing that I'm very sure of, April." Harry leant toward me, his breath sweet against my lips. I bit my mouth closed, eyeing him wearily.

"Oh really?" I couldn't help that my voice quivered. I couldn't help the goose bumps that raced down my arms or the way my face grew increasingly warm. I couldn't help anything because he was close to me and my whole world seemed to flip upside down.

"Really." He nodded. Why his eyes chose this particular moment to light up to a particularly lovely shade of green, I didn't know. I had started to back away, one step at a time. He followed me. 

"How?" I hadn't meant to squeak but my voice rose on its own.

"Because I know you." He whispered. Then there was the undeniable thump as my body hit the wall. Harry stood against me, close enough to feel the warmth, but far enough to have me mentally reaching for him. "I know you only ever like one boy at a time and if you didn't like someone, you wouldn't let them kiss you…" I knew it was coming and oddly enough I didn't move to stop it. 
"…and if I kiss you…"

For the second time in just a few days I tasted Harry styles. I couldn't help but be drawn into his kiss. My hands were clenched painfully tight at my sides. I gasped as his tongue traced the bottom of my lip, allowing him perfect entrance. I would've loved to say this was completely guilt free but suddenly all I could think about was me and Adam kissing. My moral senses came back to me, and I had to break the kiss because I didn’t really know what was happening anymore. I pushed him away and just stared at him. His look was so deep onto me that I could have melted in it. It didn’t feel right to stop but it also didn’t feel right to start again either. I looked at ground. 

"I'm still going," I managed to say. Again all I got was silence. He looked at me once more, hurt clear in his eyes. 

****

We didn't speak much the rest of the day. Harry pouted in a corner, I'm pretty sure he knew I was lying earlier. I pouted around various places, counting down the minutes until he would forgive me and everything go back to normal. I knew it was only a matter of time, He can't stay mad at me forever. Right? Even in our situation, sooner or later, I would have to tell him I loved him. It was stupid to tell him I only liked him as a friend. 

"What are you doing?" Harry asked as I walked into the living room dressed in a white lace top and skinny jeans. My makeup was a bit thicker and my hair pulled up into a ponytail. 

"This is my party outfit." I glanced down at the oddly casual outfit.

"You aren't going." Harry sounded, again, like an angry father.

"Jade will be here any minute." I walked to the window and glanced down the street. Suddenly the blinds I was peaking through had a hand slapped over the bent folds. I jumped.

"No. I can't allow you to go. It's not safe."

"It's not dangerous." I sneered, rolling my eyes and stomping back toward the couch. "and what the hell do you mean you can't allow me to go?"

"It means you're not going." This caused me to twist around with more force that I thought possible.

"Who do you think you are?"

"I'm someone who wants you safe and intends to get what they want." His tone was brutal and for a moment I shrunk back. He really did have an authoritative tone when he needed one. It seemed he almost sprouted an inch of height along with it and I cleared my throat.

"I said I would go." I shrugged him off, turning just enough to get him out of my line of sight. "I'm going. You can come too."

"Not an option."

"Since when are you a drill sergeant, Mr. Styles?" I asked, my tone anything but flirtatious. "Barking out orders and speaking like you have some sort of say over what I do. Last time I checked I made my own decisions. Me." I copped a brow at him over my shoulder. "Now you can come with me if you'd like, hang around while I make dulled down conversation with some drunken losers or dance around a cramped floor but you will not order me about like some dog."

"Why do you have to be so fucking difficult all the time?" He groaned, not at all impressed by my striking speech. He rubbed his hands over his face and took in a few deep breaths before falling down on the couch beside me.

"Are you still bent on going?" He pleaded at me with his eyes. I ignored them.

"I am." I had made a promise and I would follow through. It sounded really fun, and I can take care of myself. How bad could this really be?

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