Teenage Dirtbag

He's got a gun. I'm being threatened. I can't do anything about it. 'Cause i'm just a teenage dirt bag.

Liam Payne Falls in Love. But being Liam Payne means his luck ran out years ago. He's in love with a girl who has a boyfriend. Not only is he her boyfriend, but they used to be best friends. And now he has a gun and threatens anyone who doesn't do what he says.

{One Direction and 5SOS Fanfic}


13. Grandma...?

Harry's P.O.V

'You shouldn't have done that Liam.' I say, and pull the trigger. I run knowing that I'll get caught, I head to the door and Look at Liam. He's blacked out. I only hit him in the shoulder, what a wimp. I push through the door placing the gun in the inside pocket of my jacket and run. I don't know where I'm going and don't stop when I reach the fence of the school. I keep running towards it and make a clean jump. 'WOOOOOO!' I scream. I have never felt more alive. I keep running, I have to stay low. I know where I am. There's an ally way up ahead. maybe I could stay there for the night. I stop running hardly out of breath and thank my P.E teacher for making me run those extra laps. It made me... fitter? 

It's a dead end down the back of the ally, with only a few trash cans and boxes here and there. I grab the boxes and rip the edges making one long piece of cardboard. Stacking them around in a barrier like way in the corner I get a feeling someone's watching me. I turn around to see an old lady, silently watching. She doesn't look nuts. She looks wise. I hope she doesn't talk to me. I carry on stacking them around. When I think it's a good shelter/barrier from view, I rummage through the trash can for anything to sleep on. 

'What's your name?' I hear a voice behind me say. I freeze, mentally make a plan up in my head if it's the police. I turn around and see the old lady is standing in front of me. 

'Umm... Harry?' I say not sure if I should have answered a fake name or not. 

'Come with me'. Her voice sounds old but not too old if you know what I mean. I reluctantly follow her into her home. Her hand sticks out, pointing at the couch. I sit down.

'Won't be one moment.' And she leaves the room. 

I suddenly grab a smallish blanket and pillow and put it behind my back under my jacket, hoping she won't notice when I leave. Silently I make my way to the door, back facing it when she appears holding tea and cookies. Damn. Almost.

'Sit down.' She says. 'And please dear, those were my grandmothers, I would like them back if you may.' I sit down and hand her back the stolen items with, I'm pretty sure, a blushing red face.

'So, Harry. Why were you frantically running down the ally then searching through rubbish? Have you lost something dear?' I vomit in my head. I hate being called 'sweet' nicknames. 'Uh, I was...Uh... running... and uh....I was bad?' I say. I couldn't make an excuse up so I tried to make it sound as little of a deal as possible. 'Mhm. That's why you're on the breaking news.' My face falls. 'WHAT!?' I shout. 'Calm down. I'm not going to call the police. You're not a bad guy.' She says. 'And how would you know that?' I ask in curiosity. She doesn't even know me. Man. 

I see her eyes start to water. 'Do you not remember me Harry?' I shake my head and the tear falls. 'I'm sorry, but, may I ask, how do you know me?' I wasn't trying to be rude but it came out a whole different way than I was trying to say.

'I'm you're grandmother Harry! I haven't see you since you were, 5? 6 maybe? It's been a while.'

I think my jaw dropped to the floor just then. I mean, Grandmother? 'How come you asked me for my name then?' I questioned.

'I had to be sure it was you. If you said your name wasn't Harry I would have left you alone. I..I can't believe it's you... you've changed so much.' Another tear falls from her eye and I have to believe her. 'So.' I say.

'So, you're going to have to face the police. Hand yourself in. If you hide you will get a longer sentence, plus if you hand yourself in, I'll be able to bail you out.' She takes my hand and I squeeze it. Feeling affection for her. I mean, I live by myself. My parents kicked me out saying I was a disgrace to the family, and that I was a teenage dirt bag.

'Do you have a car?' I ask. She scoffs. 'I'm an old lady not poor, come on.'

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