Through The Dark

Harry Styles, the typical bad boy, the usual culprit and the regular offender, is Clarity Harper’s best friend; and she wouldn't have it any other way. She watched him grow from an innocent little boy to the tattooed, pierced, womanizer he is today, but maybe it’s time to tame him. However; Clarity underestimates how hard this could be and they find themselves falling, and possibly breaking. But in the end, will they find their way Through The Dark, or will Clarity herself be the one that needs saving?


4. Chapter 4 - Drunken Mistakes?

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Harry’s P.O.V.

I ride off to the spot where I meet Isaac and James, trying to push the thought of Clarity out of my mind, which is virtually impossible when she’s already on my mind most of the time, in a way I can’t quite figure out, but it’s always been like this, sort of?

I arrive in the alley way where I was supposed to meet them both. I hop off my bike, and lean on the brick wall whilst checking my phone for the time constantly, which seems to be slowing more every time I look. I slip it into my front pocket, and ignore the vibrating when I see two figures emerging from the back of the old building into the deserted alley way.

“Harry,” Isaac protests, pushing his hood back, a large tattoo consuming his whole neck.

“Do you have what we need?” James asks as they stand directly in front of me, blocking my sight to anything.

I simply nod, “Why are we doing this now? Isaac you know it’s more dangerous during the day.” I shake my head in anger.                                                                                                                                                

“To you, it doesn't matter when we need it.” James scoffs and he steps closer, lifting up his shirt slightly to reveal a black gun. I gulp. I slip my hand into my pocket, retrieving the bags.

“Here,” I say regaining confidence, I slip him the drugs and in return for the rolled up bills, Isaac looks to his left and right, nodding and pulling away.

A smug smirk plastered on James’ face appears as he lifts his shirt pulling out the gun, I try to take a step back before realising the brick wall behind me, thudding against it. I stand tall, staring at it wide eyed, “Here. For Zayn.” he puts his hand in front of me holding it, but I just stare down at it for a few seconds trying to remember when Zayn said anything about a gun. “Take it,” he adds hastily and I grab it, shoving it in my pants. What the fuck Zayn.

“Always nice doing business with you gentlemen.” I smile at both with a sarcastic grin, which they don’t return but instead part, letting me through.

James catches my shoulder and I turn, “Its loaded.” I try to shake off his grip, which evidently becomes tighter, “Bring Zayn next time.” he spits, letting go and continuing on with Isaac, where they disappear into the building.

I run my hand across the lump in my shirt, shit, I think before slightly jogging to my bike. I look around to see if anyone is around, but as usual no one really walks these streets alone, even during the day.

I pull my phone out and check the missed calls and messages from the 5 minutes of anxiously standing in front of some of LA’s big drug lords.

 2 missed calls –                                                                                                                                     Clarity<3                               


1 unread message –                                                                                                                   Clarity<3

All I ever do is try Harry, don’t make it anything  but that,  just because you’re angry.

I roll my eyes and lock my phone shoving it into my pocket before starting the bike and speeding off back home. Well is it home when you’re never really there, when you’re not exactly wanted there, when it doesn't feel like home but that’s all you've got?

After a quick ride I arrive in the driveway and hope dad is passed out on the couch after another drinking spree, that’s all he’s done for the past 10 years, since mum. He loved her more than anything in this world, and living without her has ruined every part of him, everything he ever was is gone, everything he could have been no longer applies and, I can’t blame him, it would be like blaming him for loving her or telling him it’s enough missing her.

I slip through the unlocked front door, and run upstairs into my room where I shove the gun into my top draw and cover it over with shirts. I hear thudding footsteps climbing the stairs until a soft knock reaches my door.

“Come in,” I say bluntly, throwing my keys on the desk piled with junk.             

“Son.” My father opens the door fully, surprisingly his hands are empty. “Son, I’m sorry for what I said this morning” he looks down to the floor his hands covering his face. I slump onto my bed looking up at him, he always does this but he’s not a bad guy. He says things he doesn't mean, regretting them after becoming sober enough to contemplate his actions, he’s a professional man, not over weight, not stupid, works to pay the bills, but still lacks the fatherly qualities that died away inside him in the process of grieving, which he is still doing.
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             “Dad, its fine” I say looking up, “I’m going out tonight” I say looking at the alarm clock sitting on my bedside table, 2:30 pm is reads and I groan.

“That’s fine, be safe” he says, no emotion, nothing, he just closes the door and his thumping footsteps decline down the stairs.                                                                                                                 

Clarity’s P.O.V.

I sit in my bedroom holding my phone waiting for a call or even a text, that I know won’t come. I pissed Harry off and now we won’t talk, not for a while anyway. I hear knocking at the door and bolt towards it, swinging it open.

“Where did you go?!” Laine yells, opening up the screen door herself, pushing me aside.

“I brought Harry back her and then, yeah” I trail of combing my hand through my messy hair.

“Mmm, Jace is pretty messed up” she adds biting the side of her mouth, walking over to the couch; she drops her bag and lets out a huge sigh. “Why’d he go? Did you make sweet sweet love to him?” she laughs clapping her hands.

I slump myself into the couch and roll my eyes, “Your disgusting”. “Did anything interesting happen today?” I ask redirecting the conversation another way, not wanting the topic of discussion to be Harry. 

“The day was completely drama free without your presence to spice things up” She scoffs, “Oh! Are we going to Jordan’s tonight?” she adds a smile spreading across her face, “Kobe’s going” .

“And just because he’s going means I want to?”

“I saw you two this morning all cuddly, you’re not over”

“We’re taking a permanent break” I smirk and lean my head back, “I don’t want to be with him, but I so do at the same time” I let out a loud groan before returning my gaze back to Laine, waiting for an answer.

“You won’t” she says simply, after reading my confused reaction she elaborates, “I mean, Harry hates him right?” she rolls her eyes, staring at her phone “Bitch” she murmurs quietly to herself about something on the screen, before looking back up at me.


I look over at the clock, “Dude, its 7 lets go” I complain as Laine admires herself in the mirror, a short turquoise dress with a white lace top flows on her, making her boobs look way bigger than what they actually are with some black wedges and her dark hair in a high pony tail.

I grab my phone, pulling my blond hair to the side, fixing up my mascara quickly before scurrying out of the room to Laine. A little black dress, with silver jewels around the top sits tightly on my thighs, accompanied by my velvet blue high heels.

After boring chit chat on the drive we arrive at the house party, already evidence of passed out idiots lying on the front yard and the stoners filling the garage with smoke, the music so loud you can’t think, but I like it.                                                                                                                                   

“I’ll get us some drinks” I hear Laine’s voice faintly in my ear and I reply with a nod as I wait for her return, the smell of cheap beer fills the air of the crowded lounge-room and now it fills to the rim of the red cup Laine passes me.

I take a sip and screw up my face, after a few sips the bitter taste settles in. I turn to see Harry dancing with Olivia amongst the crowd, his hands over her body, kissing her…

“Get me drunk!” I yell bluntly at Laine who laughs with a nod.


“Are you crazy?” I hear the faint sound of Liam's voice in my ear laughing as I pull him along through the crowd. Jordan’s parents were loaded, there house was massive. The party had been sectioned off to the front area of the house. “I don’t think we’re allowed here” he adds looking around as we leave the crowd to find a large clean room, which no one has ventured to.

“They have a pool!” I say running towards the sliding door, slightly losing my balance, beer sloshing over the edges of my cup.

“Careful,” Liam laughs, holding me steady as I fall into his chest. I glance up to see his smiling face looking down at me and people are scared of you? I think.

Slowly he lowers his head to mine, our lips touching, I feel his heart beating fast, rising and falling in quick motions against my chest. I let my arms weave around his neck, his hands sliding swiftly along my hips, pulling me closer. He moans as I tug on his bottom lip lightly, before smiling and pressing my lips back against his, causing a smile to rise on his now plump lips, which softly and reluctantly pull away from mine. 

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