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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30. Chapter Twenty Nine

      This was it. I just finished writing the letter. The letter that will temporarily destroy Harry.  I was lying in bed silently sobbing as Harry lied next to me sound asleep a peaceful smile displayed on his face. This was one of the last moments I will ever be with Harry . The person who taught me I could love. He looked so sweet and innocent right now. So vulnerable.  

    I took a deep breath as I wipe away the tears that were streaming down my face. I slowly untangled Harry's arms which were wrapped around my waist. I carefully got out of my bed grabbing my phone and letter.  I set an alarm on my phone so it would go off in exactly in hour. I placed my phone on top of the letter. As a tear fell from my face and onto the letter. Staining it. I grabbed my car keys and two backpacks that was next to the door. Looking at one more time before leaving Harry. Forever.  I quietly close the door tiptoeing down the stairs.  I reach the front door looking around one last time. I sighed and walked out of the house and towards my car. 

    I opened my trunk setting my bags into it. Then closing it before getting into the driver's seat. It took me awhile before I could actually start the car and drive off.  When I did tears were freely falling from my eyes. My breaths short and uneven.  I knew this was going to be hard but not this hard. It felt like the farther I drive from Harry the worse the pain in my heart hurt.  As though it was being torn apart more and more the farther I drove.  

    After about two and a half hours of driving and 3 breaks to fill up my gas tank. I stopped because I couldn't see much. The tears were now overwhelming because I knew that Harry was reading my letter right now. Probably crying. Checking all the rooms to make sure it wasn't some horrible joke being played on him.  He would realize that it wasn't a joke and collapse and start bawling out his eyes.  At least that is what I believe he would do. What I hoped he would do is get mad. Start to hate and resent me. And move on. But that wasn't Harry. That wasn't who he is. I knew that would never happen. At least not with the Harry I knew. 

     After a while I finally stopped crying and started to drive again. I was only an hour away from New Your and three away from New York City. It was the only place that I could think of to go. There were so many people there that is Harry ever did go there for whatever reason we would never run into each other. 

   Also the only family member who semi-cares about me lives here.  I meet her for the first time when my mom was diagnosed with cancer. She told me if I ever was in trouble or needed anything at all to call her or look her up.  I never wanted to bother her before because  I barely even knew her. Also if you haven't noticed I don't  like troubling people with my business even if they are family. I remember she would tell stories about how the moment she turned 18 she left. She went to NYC. She told me she was a teacher and it was the best job ever. I remember her telling me her biggest mistake was leaving her little sister. My mom behind. That if she could change anything she would go back in time and bring my mom with her. I loved hearing stories about her and my mom. 

     I contacted her about a week ago. Saying I was moving to New York and would need a place to stay for a while. She kindly offered up her guest bedroom. After her telling me all of the details I would need when I get to her apartment. I told her I would be there in one week time. Before hanging up.  I was grateful I had her to help me when I need her most. Maybe things wont be so bad without Harry. 

 

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