Teenage Criminals

'If I told you would you take it the wrong way?'
His hot breath hit the side of my face making me flush.
'I will take it anyway you want.'
I whisper slowly into his ears. Closing my eyes. I fell him wrapped his arms around me tight.
*******
This was a mistake. He was a mistake. I should've let him close to me. I was only ever going to corrupt him.
See I am not like all the other girls. I am dangerous. I don't take shit from anyone.
I am a trained fighter. I am the "Bad-Girl" in school. But I don't see it that way.
I see it as I am one of the few girls who can stand up for herself. Who never makes mistakes.
But I did make a mistake and that is falling in love with a good boy named Harry Styles

(Non-famous One Direction fanfic)

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9. Chapter Eight

"Back when I lived in England I didn't have that many friends. I was a nerd. I wore glasses, button up shirts , and slacks. I  got A's on every test. I also got bullied and beaten up. I decided  I needed to change. So I got new clothes. I begged my mom to get me laser eye surgery. I changed who I was and once I did girls started throwing themselves at me. I would use them for sex. The people who beat me up were now my best friends. But I got out of control. My mom noticed and moved us here. She told me if I showed her that I can be the old me again we can move back. But here it was worse I had no one. Everyone picked on me. The beatings were worse. So I thought that if I had help I wouldn't get so out of control. When I saw you in the cafeteria that first day we talked I knew you would help me. I didn't mean for things to go so far but they did. I only wanted to use you for your help but I ended up using you for sex like all the other girls." He explained to me. My heart sunk. I stopped crying and now I just stared emotionless at the ground making no move to talk or anything  at all. I kept trying to process what I just hear. I nodded my head.

"I think you need to leave." I spoke with no emotion in my voice.  Not daring to look at Harry. 

"Please, I didn't purposely do this to you. I never purposely went after you to mess with your emotions. " He spoke as he got off the bed. 

"You didn't purposely go after my emotions. So you didn't go up to me to change. To change back to the womanizer  you were back in England. After when did you decided that.  Before or after we had sex. Or when I was about to give you a blow job. Because you seemed pretty content on using my emotions toward you for your own pleasure."  I yelled at him finally looking up at him. 

"I promise I never meant to hurt you. Especially when I started to think of you more than a friend. When I started to think of you as someone I could actually care about maybe even love."  He pleaded with me. 

"Love, are you kidding me. Yeah, love. Open your eyes Harry I don't love anyone because love will only hurt you. I learned that the hard way. I will never love you especially after what you just told me."   I told him laughing afterwards. 

"Please, Aria  I know you don't mean that. I know I messed up. But start over give me a chance.  Let me prove to you that I never purposely did this to you.  I know I don't deserve it but let me prove it to you." He begged and pleaded. I looked at him again. He looked completely terrified of my answer. 

"Okay, but I hope you realize that this is your last chance." I spoke softly.

"Really? I mean I know."  He corrected himself. 

'"So what does this make us. Like I said before I don't do relationships so I don't know how to define us."  I asked him. 

"I guess that this makes us boyfriend and girlfriend?" He said more like a statement. 

"I guess it does." I spoke awkwardly. I don't know when but in the sometime my eyes were on the ground Harry had gotten dressed.  I now felt awkward sitting there in only my underwear. I got up and  grabbed my dress . I already had picked out and slid it on. "I hope you know we are still going to the party. But I want you to act like the real you. Okay?" 

"I promise." He said while crossing his heart with his index finger.  Making me laugh at him. 

 

***** 

 

    After an hour of hair and makeup I was ready to go. I didn't realize how late it was.  Because when I went into the living room everyone was there on the coach. Drinking beers and eating some chips.  They all quieted down when they saw me. Except for Joey. 

"Aria, there you are. We were right about to file a missing persons report."He said jokingly.  Joey stood up  and walked over to us. "Hi, I am Joey." They shake each others hands. 

"Hey, I am Harry." He replies. He then waves at the other people.  It was Alice, Juliet,  Jeremy, Lucas, and Joey. We all lived in the house together. Me being the youngest but most mature.  They all waved back. 

"Hey, we gotta get going. I will see you tomorrow.  That is if we are all still on to hang out?" I asked them. 

"Are you kidding me? Sunday is the one day we are all free. Hey, Harry do you wan to join u. We just hang out here all day and a couple other things." Juliet spoke up being around the bush. 

"Sure, why not." Harry spoke up.

"Okay guys, we really have to go. We will see you tomorrow.  Bye guys." Waved at them and dragged Harry out of the house.  He handed me my keys and I got into the car. 

"Hey, Harry is my phone still at your house? " I asked him. Remembering when I couldn't find it earlier.  

"Yeah, it is on the charger." I replied but before I could say another word we reached the party. 

      There was loud music and drunk people in the yard. We made are way up the driveway and into the house. There was drunk people grinding against each other. We head to the kitchen where the drinks are. Harry grabbed to red cups filled with beer and handed one to me. 

     I chugged the drink wanting to let go. Harry smiled at me. I found a loose tequila bottle. I grabbed two shot glasses. I poured them and handed Harry one. Which he gladly took. 

"On the count of three. One....Two.....Three....."  We both down the  shot. We did it another three time. Soon we were both just another one of the drink people. We moved to dance floor. I still had the bottle of tequila taking sips of it every once and awhile. 

      I brought the bottle up to my lips again downing the rest of the alcohol.  I dropped the bottle not really caring anymore. By this time I was plastered.  My vision blurred as my words slurred. I danced to every song. I took off my high heels  and handed them to Harry. I could tell he enjoyed seeing me like this. He was barely even tipsy if at all. 

      I wrapped my arms around Harry's neck. He snaked his free hand onto the small of the back. We swayed to music only we could hear.   Harry smiled at me as we danced loving every second of it.  Loving watching me drunk probably knowing I am going to be hungover tomorrow. Or how I would probably do anything he wants to me. 

"Harry. What are you thinking right now."  I slurred something along the lines of that probably a lot less understandable. 

"I am thinking of how beautiful you look right now." He said simply. It was obvious the alcohol didn't really affect him.  What he said made me mad. I don't know why but it just did.  It was probably the amount of alcohol in my blood making me be stupid.

"You can die in a hole." I screamed at him. Causing a few glares from a few of the other partiers.

"What are you talking about?"  Harry laughed. Making me instantly said. I placed my head on his shirt and started to cry. I had the emotion stability of a three year old right now and I guess Harry caught onto that.

 "Hey, do you want to go get some food?"  Harry asked making me look up from his tee shirt and at him. I nodded my head as a smile spread on my face. Harry grabbed my hand and pulled me through the house, down the driveway and to the car. Me stumbling every few feet.  He unlocked the car. Putting me into the passenger  seat and buckling the seat belt. 

      At sometime during the drive Harry pulled over making sure I was okay and listening to the things that my drunken brain was letting my mouth say. 

"You know when I was like thirteen my mommy died. Then my daddy married an evil bitch of a step mom. She made me go to this boarding school  for like the super duper smart people because apparently I am like a genius. But I got kicked out when I was fifteen. I was too much from them to handle. My step mom got so mad she made my dad kick me out.  She has him wrapped around her finger.  I had nothing I had what I was wear and that all.   I lived on the streets for like a year. Until Lucas saw my one night and asked if I was hungry and needed a place to stay for the night.  That was like a year ago. That is one long night. But since I mom died I don't believe in love or anything like that because  after she left us everything went wrong and if I love someone and they like leave me everything bad will happen again." I kept on talking about love and hate and the evils of the world. But  I stopped paying attention to what I was saying after a while.  But when I did stop talking all Harry did was shot me a small smile and drive off.  And that is the last thing I remember of that night. 

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