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)


29. Chapter Twenty Eight

*Two Months Later*


       I was sitting alone in the living room. Harry was at school and everyone else was either at college or work. They finally let me stay home alone. I haven't gone back to school and I really don't plan on going back anytime soon. I don't see the point anymore.  It is not like I plan on going to uni or even college. I just planned on working at the diner full time but I guess I will have to find something else to do because I don't work anymore.  I just don't go to work anymore.  I am pretty sure I got fired because I haven't been to work in so long. 

      I sighed standing up from my spot on the couch. I slowly headed upstairs where they put my belongings back.  I packed a few clothes into my backpack that I would need.  Let me explain a bit.

    About a month ago I was still completely and utterly mad at Harry. I now realise that it wasn't his fault he couldn't have done anything to prevent it. So I ended up forgiving him. When Jeremy heard that me and Harry were back together he went absolutely bonkers.  When he was taking care of me one day after he found out. He started to yell at me. And when  I didn't respond out of pure shock he kissed me hard. I tried to fight him off but because I haven't worked out for over 6 months I was way too weak.  A few tears escaped and cascaded down my cheeks. 

     Thankfully before Jeremy could go any farther Joey showed up because he forgot a English paper that was due. He ended up pulling Jeremy off of me and punching him. Causing me to gasp. Jeremy was about to punch Joey but instead punched the wall leaving a huge hole. And stormed out of the house.  Joey came over to me and comforted me. I cried into his chest for god knows how long. He held my tight as I kept crying. Joey had to leave for class but only after he made sure. And even then he called Harry and told him what happened. Harry soon  arrived he spoke to Joey for a few minutes before Joey left.  

     Harry walked over to me comforting my. I couldn't help but apologize profusely.  He kept telling me it wasn't my fault. But I wasn't apologizing to him for that. I was apologizing for cheating on him and kissing another person. Even though it was against my  will. I still felt bad about it.  Since then Jeremy was barely ever home. Since everyone pretty much hates him now. I felt bad about that too.  Now  because of me he lost his best friends. 

     Two weeks later Harry and I got into a huge fight. I forget how it started. But this is basically what happened. Harry and I were alone in the living room. He took the day off of school to spend some extra time with me. 

"When are you going back to school?" Harry asked randomly. I looked up at him my eyes. Which was kind of hard due to the fact I was leaning against him. His arm wrapped around me tight keeping me in my place. 

"I don't think I want to go back.  I have enough credits to graduate early. So I don't think I am going back. All I need to do it take the S.A.T.'s." I told him. My tone simple and light.

"What do you mean? You have to go back to school Aria." He said his accent thickening. That is how I could tell his emotions. Because whenever his accent thickened he was either tired, mad, horny, sad, happy, or frustrated.  

"I don't need to so what is the point?" I asked him my tone harsher than I attended to. 

"Because without you at school everything will go back to how it was but worse. You realize that right? And I won't even have the few friends I had. Because they wanted  me to dump you and when I refused they said I need new friends. I am totally alone at that school. I need you there." He said. His accent was really thick and his voice was really deep. I should have known then that I should of  just dropped it. Of course me being me. I didn't.

"Well, I don't really feel like dealing with the dumb bitches and stupid jocks. Because lately I can barely be around my best friends and you . So I don't really want to be surrounded by a school full of people I hate for eight hours a day. Five days a week. Because I know something bad will happen and I don't want to take that chance." I snapped at him. 

"So, I have to be alone all day with those dumb bitches and stupid jocks because you are afraid something bad will happen. God, Aria you are so fucking conceded. " He yelled. I groaned pulling away from Harry standing up.

"Why because I don't want to have a complete melt down and embarrass myself? Sorry, I am barely starting to regain my sanity. I don't want to go back to how I was. Hating you. Wishing I was dead. Don't you realize if I go back there I will go crazy. Literally."  I screamed at him.

    I don't really remember what happened after that. We argued for over two hours. Getting into each others face's. Screaming and snapping at each other. I slapped him at least once when he went to far. I know he would never hurt me physically but I felt like he almost at least once. We somehow ended up fighting about him changing. 

"I changed, and I don't like who I turned into." He yelled at me.

"It  is not my fault. I told what would happen if you hang out with me. You wanted this not me." I screamed at Harry unable to contain how mad I was at him. Did he really believe this was my fault. 

He wanted this. He said he wanted to change. It is not my fault if he didn't like what he changed into. 

"I hate what you did to me, Aria. This is all your fault. I said I wanted to change but not into this," He yelled back as he motioned towards himself, " My mom kicked me out, I lost all my friends , and now I don't even recognize myself."

I shook my head at him and turned around. I walked away from him. 

I was walking down the driveway leaving Harry in my house. I was almost to the side walk when. A hand grabbed me and turned me around. The figure then smashed his lips against mine I pushed the figure away. It was Harry but at this moment I was too pissed off to be near him. 

"I am sorry." He said his in a low voice.

"I can't Harry." I whispered.


"Just stop Harry. Please just stop before I do something I can't undo." I snapped cutting him off.

"Oh okay. I am sorry Aria." And with that he retreated into the house. I turned and slowly walked away. I walked down the sidewalk and kept walking until I knew what I was going to do.

      Now I was going to leave. I was going to sneak out of the house. With only two bags of clothes  and my much needed medicine. I was going to leave in the middle of the night once everyone was asleep. I was going to leave Harry a letter. I don't know what it is going to say yet. I am going to write it right before I leave. I just hope that Harry understands that I am doing this for him.  No matter how much I love Harry. And don't get me wrong I really do love Harry. That is why I am doing this. I am messed up and I will always be messed up. I will never be able to love Harry as much as he loves me. I will never be able to be the wife he wanted, the family he was always going to want.  I will never to be able to give a Harry what he wanted or deserved. 

      I sighed sliding my bags under my bed. I sat down on the bed pulling my legs up to my chest. Resting my chin on my knees.  I was really going to do this. I was going to leave. Tonight. I was going to leave everyone who truly  mattered to me. Who has been there for me when no one else was. Who saved my life. I was going to leave them forever. Did I really want to do this? Of course I don't. But it is about what I want. It is about what they need. Even if they don't know they need it.


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