Lying Beneath The Smoke *Harry Styles FF*

Shes a risk taker. Scarlett Preston was the "Bad Girl" in Holmes Chapel high school. She didnt carry the look, but she for sure had the personality. She was a heavy pot head. Scarlett lives and breathes for trouble. Little does she know, she's driving Harry Styles crazy. His year off from One Direction would soon change his life before his eyes.


13. Forgive Me


What could I do? If I ruined this for her, she would never talk to me again. All I wanted was her to be mine, or at least a friend. I needed to cause a distraction.. A huge one. I needed Scarlett to walk in the room a virgin and walk out a virgin. 

"Did you see her?" Zayn asked from behind me. I nodded as I patted my back. I shook it off and turned to him.

"I need her to get out of that room, as long as she doesnt know it's me. Any ideas come to mind?" He shook his head. I look over to the fireplace. YES! Thats it! I needed to start a fire, and everyone would evacuate. It sounds stupid, but that's how desperate I am to get her out of that room. I pushed through the crowd and made my way to the kitchen. I grabbed a lighter from one of the drawers and grabbed a wooden spoon. I lit it up secretly and threw it under the table.

"FIRE!" I yelled as everyone sobered up in fear. They all screamed and left quickly. I decided to put it out, everyone would leave anyway. I grabbed a cup and filled it to the tippy top with water. I poured it on the small fire and stomped on it. It all done!

"Hunter!" I heard a girl squeal from inside the bed room Scarlett was in. This girl didn't sound very happy.

"Veronica! This is Scarlett." He yelled, obviously drunk. 

"I see that slut on top of you. Get the hell out of there, cheater!" I face-palmed myself. How would they know there were a fire? I am such an idiot. I lost anyway. 

"I will once we're done. Veronica, we aren't even going out. We just fuck on the weekends." He said plain out. Nice confession, mate. 

"I hate you!" She ran out of the house with the others after her scene. The door shut and I listened in horror. Why am I listening? I'm so gross... The door swung open and out came Scarlett, whose hair looked like hell.

"Scar, forgive me." I whispered to her as she tried to get away. I tried to grab her but my hand brushed over her arm. "Why should I even talk to you?" She hissed as she stopped and turned to my direction.

"Why? Because I'm your friend and I didn't mean anything that I said the other day." I glance at her as she bites her lip.

"I meant every word that I said. I don't want, need, or beg you to stay. I want you as far away as possible because I'm sick and tired of your famous ass and I'll try as hard as I can to keep it that way." She growled coldly. I gulped at her words and took a glimpse of her lips. Yet again, they have been wasted by some intoxicated pervert.

"What if I don't care what you want, eh? What if what I want is you? I would give up anything to do what I love and live a normal life at the same time, why not start with a girl who doesn't even care about my fame? And by I want you, I mean I want a friend. I want you to be my friend, just to be clear." She giggled but tried to keep straight.

"You know I missed you." She jumped into my arms as I hugged her for a good minute.

"You know you love me." We laughed. I looked her in the eyes. This couldnt have turned out any better.

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