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)


12. Chapter Elven

       I woke up around 6am, giving me time to take a shower, braid my hair, and eat breakfast. I haven't really been eating that much. It just I am either not hungry or I don't have time to eat. But today I did. It didn't take long to do everything I needed to do so I left a little early.  I got to the diner 15 minutes before my shift starts. I parked behind the diner today. Not wanting I went into the break room to set down my shit and relax a bit before I start my double. 

     I haven't seen or talked to Harry since yesterday morning. During my lunch break I am gonna call Harry and ask him to drop off my phone at my house.  I know that he will insist that he drops it off  with me. Wanting to see me but I did not want him to see me in my horrific uniform.  Or where I work. I know that Harry knows that I work as a waitress but I also know that he would feel bad for me. To see me working in a run down diner on the outskirts of town. Making minimum wage and being hit on by middle aged men.  I just don't want Harry to see me working here. His opinion means everything to me for some reason and I don't want him to think of me less because of where I work. I don't know why I care about how he sees me and the place I work. I love the diner. I love Mrs.Mable and most of the people I work with. So why do I care what Harry thinks of the diner?

      I was brought out of my thoughts when I heard yelling coming from the dining area of the diner. I went to go see what the yelling was about. When I went out there I saw the couple who were fighting yesterday sitting in a both. But there were two other people with them. A girl and a guy. I could only see the girl though. The guy was looking out the window his back facing me. 

     I went over to Maria and asked her about the people who were fighting. She told me that the guy , who she assumed was the dad, wanted to go back 'home' and take them with him. The daughter wanted to go, but the son and the mother wanted to stay.  Now they were yelling at each other about what would be best for the kids.  I just nodded and gave her a small smile. Tell her that I was going to get my apron and notepad and pen out of my bag and that I will start my shift.  

     I already knew I was working the counter area for the first part of my shift. Then I will take whatever section Maria tells me to work. I went and quickly got my stuff ready. Tieing my apron and and placing my pen and notepad in the pocket of my apron.  I walked out of the break room again but this time to start my agonizingly long shift. 


      About thirty minutes into my shift, the couple finally stopped fighting. They were discussing everything now in a hushed tone. I was swamped. So I stopped paying attention to the family. It wasn't any of my business anyways. I felt sorry for the waiter or waitress who had to work that table. They would probably get yelled at. But it wasn't my problem. 

     When I finally went on my fifteen minute break the family left. I went into the breakroom to use the phone to call Harry. I was dialing Harry's number which I had written a sticky note in my bag.He answered the third ring. 

"Hello?" He asked in confusion.

"Hey, Harry it's me Aria."  I stated happiness rang through my words. 

"Oh, Hey sexy lady."  He said in a mischievous tone making me smile.

"Harry , you still have my phone right?" I asked him. Even though I already knew the answer. 

"Yes, I do and if you want it you are going to have to come and get it."  He stated in a semi-serious tone. 

"Harry, I don't have time for this. I am at work and I am on my break. Can  you please just drop my phone of at my house?" I asked him annoyed.

"Want me to just drop it off at your work for you?" He asked sweetly.

"No it okay. Anyways it is pretty busy for once and I wouldn't have time to talk." I told him nicely.

"Come on babe, I will only be there to drop off your phone plus I want to see you." He pleaded with me trying to get me to change my mind. 

"Ugh fine," I gave in. 

"Okay. So where is it exactly do you work?" He asked 

"Mable's Diner. It is a small diner on the outskirts of town. You know it is really far, you really don't have to do this." I told him trying to get him to change his mind this time.  He was quiet like he was thinking "Harry?" I asked seeing if he was still on the line.

"Mhm, no it is okay. I will be there soon. Bye babe." But before I could say anything he had hung up.

     I went back to work when Harry hung up because my fifteen minutes of freedom was over.  I went back to the counter. Too busy with the customers to think about anything and that included Harry. I just wish that this day would end already. Little did I know that my day was just starting. 



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