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)


32. Chapter Thirty One

*Six Months Later*


      I was laying on my bed back home in Holmes Chapel.   I have been back for about five months now.  And I was just getting used to Aria leaving. Also not thinking about her everyday. Which is working well. I guess. I slowly sit up from my bed heading down stairs. I walk into the living room where my mom was and plopped down next to her on the couch.

"Hey, mum." I plopped to her when I sat down.

"Hey, hunny." My mom said turning away from the telly. "What is wrong?" My mum asked me with raised eyebrows. 

"Nothing," I shot at her right when she asked the question just raising her suspicions. 

"Harry,"  She stated at me.

"Mum,"  I spoke back. 

"Harry, why do you always insist on protesting talking to me?" She asked.

"I don't." I defended myself.

"Then what are we doing right now? I am your mother Harry and I know when something I bothering you, hun."  I sighed knowing that she wasn't going to drop this. 

"Um, well. I don't really know what I want to do. When I was 16 I wanted to go on The X Factor but now I don't really know anymore. I don't know what I want to do and as much as I love my old job at the bakery. I don't want to do it all my life. I just want to do something I love. But I don't know what that is. You know?" I breathed out. 

"Harry, why don't you try out for The X Factor. I mean I know you wanted to do it when you were  16 but why not now. If you make it then awesome. If you don't  at least you know you tried. " She explained to me. 

"I don't know." I trailed off. 

"Harry, go for it." She encouraged me. 

"Mum, I said I don't know.  I mean I wanted that two years ago."  I told her annoyed. 

"Harry, I am your mum. I know best." I groaned when she said that. 

"You always use that against me."  I complained.

"Because I am your mum. So I can."  She laughed. I just rolled my eyes.

"Okay, I will do it,"  I told her nervously,

"Great," She exclaimed pulling me into a hug making me laugh. "But promise me you won't change too much when you get famous." She  whispered into my ear making me laugh. 

"I promise," I guess I was going out for The X Factor. 

      Me and my mum watch the telly for about an hour until she declared she was heading off to bed. I decided to sleep on the couch mainly because I was too tired to walk up the stairs to my bedroom. And the couch seemed really comfy right now. I ended up falling asleep during an episode of Alan Carr; Chatty Man. He was interviewing some boy band that was on The X Factor a couple years back. I couldn't help but think that is going to be me on day. Being on late night telly shows. Fame around me. Everything I could ever wish for except Aria. 


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