Alone in decision. Too afraid to ask anyone on opinion, a seventeen year old girl lies to her mother to go to a twelve step program in hope of cleaning herself up. But will it all go as planned? Or just make situations worse? No matter what happens, her life will be changed and she won't ever turn back.


11. Chapter Ten

"There's my screamer!" Harry announced happily walking into the dim, white room just as I opened my eyes. He had on navy blue boxers with his hair pulled back in the smallest ponytail.

"Oh shut up!" I said slowly, with a raspy voice. I attempted to throw a pillow at his face, but he easily caught it and threw it back.

"You look so cute when your tired... And when your moaning my name." He said grinning showing his dimples.

A little embarrassed I covered my face using his white sheets. "Aw babe," he said jumping on the bed putting his cold hands under the covers. In response to the ice on my skin I screamed, trying to push him away.

He chuckled and started tickling me. "No! Stop it Harry!" I yelled laughing.

He chuckled then stopped wrapping his arms around me. I felt safe.

"Uh Emma.. I wanna talk to you about something.

Instantly my heart dropped in fear. I don't know why, but I always assume for the worst. "Yeah?" I said lightly turning towards him. His face was hard but calm. His eyes were bright green, and beautiful. His lips soft and pink. His breath smelled like tea.

"So uh... Back in the UK, where I live. My best friend, Lucy was killed doing a deal. We have known each other ever since we were kids. She was like my sister." I could see his eyes start to puff and fill with water. For comfort I grabbed his hand under the blankets. "It kills me because I can't afford to even fly down for her funeral." He paused trying to control his emotion to not cry. I examined his now tense face was, patiently waiting for him to collect. Taking a deep breath, he continued.

"Now I don't know how to cope with all this. I've never experienced death before. I've been drinking a lot, over thinking. My mind is going in circles. But I don't want to put you in the middle. But it's like, the only time I have felt myself... Is when I'm with you, Emma." He said looking away, then into my eyes. I was speechless, what do I say to that?

"So I just want to know if you want to keep this, whatever we have going. I mean you are everything to me. I don't know about you, but I hope you feel the same." He started rubbing my hands with his thumb looking down. He sighed, then continued, "I know this is a bit cheesy but Emma Cook; will you...officially be...My girlfriend." He said with a huge smile. His dimples showed and I couldn't resist.

He makes me feel happy and safe. He listens to me, and accepts my flaws. I'm crazy about him. Smiling I rolled on top of him pinning his hands up, quickly kissing all over his face. Then I looked into his eyes, "and Harry Styles...I wouldn't want it any other way." Leaning down I gave him a quick, but passionate kiss.

His face lit up as he was laying pinned. "I have to admit, with you laying like's pretty hot." I said hovering over him. He scoffed then easily sat up switching our positions. Now I was the one pinned. Raising his eyebrows he replied, "I would have to disagree, the view from up here is much nicer." Pressing his lips to mine he sat back up examining my face. He bit his lip, "such a turn on." He whispered then rolled off the bed, walking out of the lightless room.

"Where you goin'?" I asked confused. In response he turned his head and winked. I would of followed, but this bed was too comfortable.

Walking back he had a black tie (still in his boxers), holding a big tray of food. He started humming a song I couldn't recognize and I couldn't help but blush. He was smiling with his dimples and I started to giggle. Walking over he placed the tray on his nightstand. Looking over he had two bowls of dry cereal and two cups of milk. There was a tea pot with two black mugs.

"Wow," I said trying not to laugh as hard.

"Now, I was going to cook... But I didn't want to kill you." He said grinning, handing me a bowl.

"My favorite." I said with a smile.

"Really? Mine to." He said grabbing a glass of milk and poured it into my bowl. "Thank you," I said giving him a kiss on the cheek. His face was warm, but I would of never guessed looking at him.

Concerned I placed the back of my hand on his forehead. "Your hot," I said a little worried he might have a fever.

"Thank you, your not so bad yourself." He said gently grabbing my hand from off my forehead, then kissed the back of my hand.

I scoffed, "Harry! You might be getting sick." I said moving my hand back up to his face.

He shrugged his shoulders, "it's probably my body burning off the alcohol from yesterday. I'll be fine." He said grabbing the next glass of milk, pouring it into his bowl.

I couldn't tell if he was trying to act tough, or if he was serious. I don't know a lot about alcohol so I kept quiet.

We ate our lovely cereal in silence when went out to the living room. He walked out sitting on the couch and I followed after him.

Sliding out the bed I realized I only had a bra on. Quickly I shut his door searching through his drawer for some boxers and a shirt. Putting them on; I dragged out one of his white blankets and we cuddled on his small couch watching tv.

Flipping through the channels, one that caught my eye was a show called 'Man, Woman, Wild'.

"Can we watch this babe?" I asked pressing on it. "Sure," he replied and we sat there watching it.

This tough, fairly attractive, husband, and pale, British wife set out in the forest. If I heard right, they were somewhere in Oregon. Together they hunted, and built shelter teaching each other -and the audience of course- how to survive. They depended on each other, and worked so well together. I though it was cute.

At one moment they were walking through some bushes and the fit husband pulled out a machete.

"Oo! I call the machete!" I said rocking towards Harry then back normal, still in his arms.

He sighed turning his head to look at me and I looked up, "do you even know how to use that?" He said not convinced. I smiled and nodded.

"I don't know, I think I'm going to have to take that responsibility... You might go to cut a branch and hit my arm." He responded smiling with his dimples and I frowned at him.

"I'm bad at somethings, but I think I could cut threw some bushes." I said setting my eyes back to the television.

"I'll believe it when I see it," he mumbled under his breath but I ignored him smiling.

Both sitting and watching this interesting survival show, the commercials came on. Usually I never pay attention to them, but one definitely got my attention. A condom commercial came on which reminded me about last night.

I started moving slightly around in his arms and he looked down at me. "Don't you even think about it," he said but I slid my hand down to his crouch anyway. "Don't yo- mmm," he said putting his head back. Using this chance I leaned up and sucked his neck, calmly I undid his pants. Reaching in his pants I delicately grabbed at his warmth.

His chest rumbled as he moaned and his head kept moving back. Sliding to my knees I kissed down his chest from under the blankets. I slowly started pulling his pants down, and I could hear him mumble stop but his hands gripped the couch.

Just as soon as I was going to pull it out, his phone rang. After he fully realized someone was calling he cussed under his breath. Quickly standing up he pulled up his pants, covering his crouch with his hand, and grabbed for the phone.

"What Zayn?!" He answered, I could tell he was mad, but it made me smile.

After a few minutes of Harry concentrated, his face showed fear, then anger.

"What do you mean they are looking for me?! I payed Louis off!" He yelled, then quickly looked at me with guilt. Before saying anymore, he went outside into the hall to finish the conversation.

What was he talking about? Who's Zayn? But mostly, who is this Louis guy. Looking at the dark brown door, I tried to see if I could hear him. With no luck I turned around and watched the show.

After about fifteen minutes he came back inside slamming the door. I jumped but kept my eyes in the screen. Walking over he threw his body onto the couch sitting a couple inches away. He rested his elbow on the arm rest, turning his head away from me, still looking at the tv.

I've never seen him angry before so I kept quiet. Sitting in awkward silence the show went back to commercial. An interesting toothpaste commercial came on, then the same condom one from before. I started to giggle hopping he would give a reaction other than pissed. But he did Nothing. Getting annoyed I sat up.

"What happened, Harry?" I asked a little tense.

First he sat in silence, then he sighed. Turning towards me his face changed from angry, to calm.

"Well, before I moved up here I was deep into drugs... I uh, I got most of mine from this guy; Louis. I owed him a couple hundred pounds- I mean, uh.. Dollars yeh. And... Anyway and I paid 'em off! But..." He paused, pain filled his face. "But with Lucy... She owed him some money, and with her gone... He's chasing after me." Harry explained. I could tell he was scared, but more embarrassed having to tell me.

Trying to be understanding I nodded my head. "Well, I can help you pay it it..." Harry shook his head, which worried me. "Well, how much did she own him?" I continued.

"Well I don't know how much it is in American money, but a little over two thousand ponds." He said putting his hand on his forehead leaning down. Instantly I created a grudge for this Lucy girl, but instantly felt bad because she's dead.

I was shocked. How could someone owe so much on drugs?! I was speechless. What are we going to do? What are they going to do to Harry?

"How dangerous is this Louis guy?" I asked and he chuckled at the question.

He turned to me with a serious tone he replied; "dangerous."

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