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)


20. Chapter Nineteen

      I finally left Harry's house. Both confused and angry.Why did he snap at me? And who the fuck does he think is to just fucking snap at me when I did nothing wrong. My fists tightened around the steering wheel  causing my knuckles to turn white. I didn't go home. I didn't want to be home when I was so fucking mad.  So I just drove. I drove around town until. I couldn't focus on the road anymore. So I pulled over and sat there. I rested my head on the steering wheel and sighed. 

      I just don't understand what I did.  We had an amazing night and morning so what changed?  Did I take it to far with teasing him about the soccer and football thing?  I don't think that is it.  God, this is killing me.  I let out a loud groan.

      After about thirty minutes I decided I should probably head home.  I started to drive back the way I came when I heard my phone ring. Causing me to pull over again. I searched for my phone which was somewhere on the passenger seat side. I found my phone and answered it on the last ring.

"Hello."  I answered my phone out of breath.

"Hey," I immediately recognize Harry's  low, deep, hich, British accent.

"What do you want?" My voice immediately turns cold and hard. 

"Look, I am sorry. I have a lot on my mind and I really need you right now. Um could I stay at your place for a while?"  He asked, clearly upset about something.

"I, uh, guess. I don't think my roommates will mind they seem to really like you. Do you want me to pick you up?"  I asked my voice lightening up a little but still hard. 

"Um uh, yeah if that would be that would be good." He stuttered. 

"Okay,I will be there in a few. Bye. " I hung up once the last word left my mouth. Not giving him a chance to respond. I set my phone in the cup holder. Turning my attention back to the road. I started up my car and began driving to Harry's house. I finally reached Harry's house.  He was sitting outside on the curb with his text books and bags. As I pulled up he slowly go up and came over to the car. He opened the back seat of my car and set his stuff down. He then climbed into the front seat. I noticed when he sat down his eyes were tearing up.  And by the looks of it he had  been crying earlier. 

"Are you okay?"  I asked as I pulled away from the curb head back to my house. 

"Um, I just got kicked out." He said lowly. 

"What?" I shouted.

"Yeah, my parents got mad when I didn't come home last night. They said that we came here to change me. To stop me from staying out all night. Stop being the old me. So they said I had two choices. A) Move back to England with them. Or. B) Get kicked out and they move back to England. Without me. I choice B because I couldn't leave you. At least not after we have been through." He spoke very quietly. 

"Harry, I am sorry. This is all my fault. Plea-"  I begun but was soon cut off by Harry.

"No, just stop.It wasn't your fault. It is nobody's fault.  So just stop."  He said sternly slowly regaining his voice. I just nodded at him. Unable to process any words.




     I cleared out a few drawers so Harry had a place to put his clothes.  The guys said it was okay if Harry stayed here for a while.  Now  Harry was sitting in bed while I laid on his lap slowly falling asleep. Awaken every few seconds by the sound of Harry's voice.  He kept talking softly. I was too tired to pay any attention.  Every passing moment my eyelids got heavier and heavier. Until I finally drifted off to Neverland. 


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