Our relationship. It wasn't sonnet inspiring, the story of it won't make thousands want to listen. But it was complicated and it was special to us. It was certainly more than I bargained for from just seeing a boy with a football helmet across the room.


27. Twenty seven

There's a knock at my bedroom door one evening which is surprising. My mum pokes her head around the door and I just stare blankly back at her so she sighs, coming in and sitting on the end of my bed. 

"Hello sweetheart." she says and I raise an eyebrow. 

"Sweetheart. That's a step up."

She sighs again. "Your dad and I just kind of feel like you're not really learning anything from being grounded."

I stare at her. Have they really not listened to anything I've told them? 

"You're right." I say, letting a patronising tone slip into my voice just a little bit. "Because there's nothing to learn. I'm not sorry because I did it for Harry when he was in a really bad place. Do you really want me to be sorry for helping my friend? And I understand the parts of it that were wrong too, I am sorry for those parts, going without your permission and everything, but honestly I think it was warranted."

She sighs, shaking her head. "You would never have done this back in England."

"Yes I would!" I protest. "Being here hasn't changed anything, if the same thing was happening to Jaclyn, I would have done the exact same thing."

She just looks at me, disappointed. "I was hoping I could come in here and take time off you being grounded or give you your phone back, but maybe not."

"Fine." I shrug and she just shakes her head yet again before leaving. 


It's been a couple of weeks of me being grounded now and I'm so sick of it at this point. I'm so annoyed at just being with my parents whenever I'm at home, I'm annoyed about barely being able to talk to any of the boys, I'm annoyed that as soon as things work out with Harry and I, we can't see each other.

I don't even see him one Wednesday because they're all at another school for football stuff. They come back right at the end of the day, just as I'm leaving to catch the bus. At this point, I don't care about getting into more trouble, I just can't stand the thought of going home and it being the same as always. I barely get a chance to talk to Harry when I see him that briefly, I just have time to say "Come to mine at nine tonight". 

I start walking away but he calls after me, looking confused. 

"I have to catch my bus." I tell him. 

"Yeah yeah, what did you say about coming to yours?" he frowns. "We're grounded."

"I don't care, make it work." I kiss him quickly. 

I have to go then to get the bus and I don't know if he'll show up that night. I kind of feel like he won't because he's too scared of getting into trouble but to my surprise, at nine, he's balancing on the tiny little balcony bit outside my window. 

"How the hell do I get in there?" he asks.

I laugh at him. "Just climb over and come in!"

"This is scary as hell." he complains as he climbs over and basically falls into my room, landing on my bed which is right next to the window. I laugh at him because he looks so pissed off with his ungraceful exit and I scoot over so there's room for him to sit next to me. He eventually smiles at me, kissing my cheek. 

"I've missed you." he says, kissing me properly before kissing my cheek again. I giggle, tugging him down next to me. 

"We have to be quiet." I murmur. "Unless we want another month of this."

"It's the worst." he complains. "My life is so boring. Other than right now of course."

"I was gonna say!" I joke.

"No, I am so happy to be here." he rests his head next to mine, looking at me with a little smile on his face. "You're so pretty with your pretty hair and your pretty brown eyes and your pretty face and your pretty smelling perfume. You're just pretty."

I raise my eyebrows, laughing a little. "Are you high?"

He laughs too. "No! You're just pretty."

"I got that." I smile at him. "Thank you. You're pretty too."

He chuckles. "Oh thank you."

All of the stress and annoyance that I've been feeling about this whole situation is just gone now that he's here, I feel completely relaxed and I feel like I never even had anything to be so bothered by in the first place. I think it's a good sign if you find somebody like that, who makes it seem like things don't really matter even if they were the worst problems ever just five minutes ago.

I was only expecting him to stay maybe an hour or two, but it's one in the morning now and he's still here. I can't pin point exactly what we've been talking about, it just feels like we've been talking about everything under the sun. Little things like Dan's new girlfriend, bigger things like what we want to do with our futures, stupid little arguments about shows and books. 

"So." he says to me at one point, turning onto his front, propping himself up on his elbows. He's got a little smile on his face that has a hint of a smirk to it too. "Any deep, dark secrets you want to tell me?" 

"Yep." I lie, smiling the same smile back. "I have a total thing for going out with guys to get to their best friends."

"Oh yeah?" he plays along. "And do you know of our high school football team?" 

"Yeah, I follow what's going on with them from time to time." 

"And who would you say is your favourite player?" he raises an eyebrow, the corners of his mouth still quirked up a little. 

"I mean, maybe Tom. Or Jesse. Maybe Luke or Liam or Ben or Eliot. I like Alex and Nate too, and Dan. Yeah, they're pretty much my favourites."

"Oh really?" he says. "I mean, I hear the quarterback is pretty hot."

"Nah, not my type at all."


"No. Too blonde and tan and in shape. I just hate that."

He chuckles, nestling his head in my neck. "For the record, I hate pretty brunettes with pretty eyes and pretty smelling perfume."

"Sounds like it." I nudge him back down next to me and resting my head on his shoulder. "When are you going?"

"Never." he says.

"Good." I say and he chuckles, sitting up. 

"By never, I mean now." he says reluctantly. "I'll see you in the morning at school though."

"Okay." I say, smiling at him. "Night."

He jumps up suddenly, pulling the covers out from underneath me and tucking them in around me tight. I laugh as he leans down and kisses me, stroking my hair back out of my face.


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