“So what actually happened last night?” Eleanor and I were currently in Art class. We weren’t listening to a thing the teacher was saying, but neither was anyone else.

“Well, when I went to go get food, Harry found me and was like all over me. You have no idea how scared I was.” I scribbled some notes down on my notebook.

“Yeah, after you left Harry got even more wasted. We had to kick him out”

“That explains the shouting I heard outside my window last night”

I hadn’t seen Harry all day. He wasn’t doing his usual stalking and for some reason, it kind of worried me.

“Are you going to tell anyone what he did to you?” Eleanor asked. I shrugged. Was I really going to turn him into the police? He basically groped me at a party and I was two years younger than him. Plus, he had an ankle brace on as well. If did as much as mentioned Harry’s name to the police, they’d send him straight to jail.

I don’t think I will. He’ll probably break out and come and attack me”


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“Okay, so I have my Maths exam on Wednesday, my English assignment due on Thursday, and my Science homework due on Friday” I quickly typed the due dates into a post it note on my laptop. The school was kind enough to order another laptop especially for me, considering it was the middle of the school year.

I was sitting in the library studying for my Maths exam; I legitimately had no idea what the test was even about. Something about scientific notation.

“Okay, so if we want to make a big number easier to write, we write down the first numbers then multiply them by ten to the power of thr-“ My thoughts were stopped as my laptop screen was snapped closed. I flinched, looking up to see a not so happy Harry standing in front of me. His eyebrows were frowned and he had an irritated scowl on his face. His eyes were in slits, and his breathing was heavy. I examined his face. His bottom lip was cut and he had a black eye, that isn’t something new.

“What the fuck was that?” he spat.

“W-what are you talking about?” My grip on the textbook increased as he leaned forward, looking me dead in the eyes.

“Your prick of a brother. He needs to back off otherwise he won’t know what’s coming” I scrunched my nose up in disgust. His breath smelt of cigarette smoke.

“I’m not going to tell my brother what to do. He’s seventeen, he can make his own life choices” He got angry at my reply, slamming his fists down onto the table, rounding it and pulling me up from my seat. Pulling me by my shirt sleeve and over to a section of the library where no one was. It was the History section and it was covered in dust. I was barricaded in by his arms. He slammed his fists against the concrete wall and I yelped in fear.

“I like you. And what I want I will get.” He murmured in a low, rusty voice.

I was scared out of my wits. I was helpless due to the dangerous boy in front of me. So I did what always do. I raised my hand.

I went to slap him. But before my hand could collide with his cheek Harry caught my wrist, backing me into a wall and leaning in close. His eyes were black, the same colour they were the other night. Anger and intoxication of a drug was all I could see. He moved his face inches from mine, whispering in my face.

“Wanna try that again, sweetheart?”

It was as if my heart had gone into over drive. Harry had the reflex of a cat, and it scared me. His hold on my wrist tightened, and I could see that he was grinding his teeth in an attempt to stay calm.

“Listen, I won’t hurt you or any of your other little friends because if I do I’ll be sent back to the dog house again. And I don’t want that.” He was still inches from my face. I could feel his breath against my lips and they started to tingle. “Just tell your damn brother to stay out of my way, and nothing will happen” I frantically shook my head. He let go of my wrist and stepped back, examining me.

I watched as his eyes trailed down from my face to my legs and all the way back up. He smirked and disappeared out into the library. My breathing was heavy and it felt as if my throat was like sandpaper. I gulped the vomit that was about to come up and pushed myself off of the concrete wall. I dragged my feet against the carpet floors and looked out beside a shelf of books to see if Harry was still there. He wasn’t. So I quickly moved over to the desk I was at and packed my things, slinging my bag over my shoulder and throwing the text book I was using on the returned tray.

I pushed the doors of the library open and looked from left to right before jogging down the hallway and out of the school doors. I jumped down the stairs taking two steps at a time. I sprinted across the car park before jumping the fence, I was going home. I didn’t want to be here anymore plus I had a free period which meant I could go home. I crossed the road over to the walkway across from the school. I was still able to hear the whistle from Football Practise.

My breathing had slowed to a reasonable speed and I was able to breath from my nose instead of my mouth. My house was about a twenty minute walk from here and it was starting to rain. Great. Just what I needed on a day like this.

“I’ll give a hundred bucks for the lot” A voice said. I flinched from the sound and moved behind a tree.

“One fifty. Take it or leave it” Another voice said. The second man’s voice was rough and broken. While the other mans was deep and husky.

I heard the first man sigh, “Alright, but it better be twenty grams, or I’ll kick your arse”

I heard the scrunching of dead leaves, signalling that the men were finished dealing. The scrunching noise was getting closer and I panicked. I went to stand up, but a voice stopped me.
“Eavesdropping is rude” I turned to be met with green eyes. Fucking Harry.

“I wasn’t eavesdropping” I defended. “I was on my way home and heard voices”

He laughed, fixing his hat so the brim was backwards on his head. “You wanna know what we were dealing?” He asked. A hint of cheekiness in his voice.

I stumbled over words, “D-drugs?”

He moved forward, his forehead pressing against mine. “What type?” He murmured. He closed his eyes and hummed, a smile tracing at his lips.

“I-I dunno”

“Don’t lie” His voice was irritated. That was what was wrong with this boy. He could go from a cocky, arrogant flirt to a possessive, angered monster all in the mist of thirty seconds.

“Mmm, you smell good” He moved his head down to the crook of my neck, taking a sniff of my perfume.

“Chanel Number five?” He asked. “Expensive”

It wasn’t really. It cost about a hundred dollars per bottle but Mum got it for free.

I was about to answer him when a drop of water fell on my face. I looked up at the sky as it started to pour. Harry not moving anywhere.

“I need to get home” My voice was barely a whisper as Harry ran the tip of his nose from my neck to my ear, before starting all over again.

“I’ll drive you, my cars round the corner” He positioned his face in front of mine again, looking me in the eyes.

“I’m fine walking home” I lied. I wanted a ride home but certainly not from him.

“Finn your teeth are chattering” He took my chin between his thumb and forefinger, stopping my teeth from chattering. I instantly pulled away from his touch, stepping back and feeling the wetness of my socks.

“Suit yourself” He chuckled. I slipped away from his hold. Turning and walking in the direction of my house. My shoes squished against the concrete pavement and I cringed, telling myself to have a shower when I get home.

I rounded the corner of the road that lead to my house. Only to realise I had at least another three blocks to go, and they were all massive.

I sighed angrily and hugged my jumper tighter to my chest, pulling my hoodie over my head and leaning my head down to watch my feet hit the pavement. I wasn’t aware as a car pulled up next to me; they beeped their horn which got my attention. I jumped for what seemed like the tenth time today and looked up from my shoes. And there he was, sitting in his black Mustang with that million dollar smirk on his face was Harry. He was totally dry while I probably looked like a wet rat. He winded down the window.

“Need a ride, Princess?” he tried to hide the smile that was forming on his lips. I rolled my eyes and kept walking, only to be followed by him.

“C’mon Finn, I’ll take you home, pinkie promise?” He raised his hand and positioned it with his pinkie sticking out. I stared at him for a few more seconds. Contemplating whether or not to get in a car with a psychopath. I really didn’t want to keep walking. I thought. Oh heck, whatever.
I reached over and yanked the door open, rushing to get inside before I got even more wet. If that was even possible. I pulled the seat belt over my shoulder as Harry started to drive. The only thing that could be heard was the pounding base of some techno song from the speakers. I leaned against my bag, pushing myself closer into the car door to gain distance from him.
I took this awkward silence and used it to look around his car. A black bag was situated underneath my feet and I went to pick it up.

“Don’t” Harry growled. He quickly yanked the bag out of my reach and threw it into the back seat.

“I was only moving it because I as stepping on i-“

“I said don’t”

I breathed out heavily from my lips. Wishing that this hell ride would be over for once and all. As we turned the last corner which our house was built on, red and blue flashing lights came into view.

“Shit” Harry murmured, swivelling the car we turned down another street.

“What’s the matter?” I turned to look at him, only to find him staring back at me.

“Cops are at the house, probably here to do their monthly inspection.”

And with that my heart beat accelerated. Because I had finally realised that I was in a car with a criminal, and I could get caught as well.

“Are your parents’ home?”

“No, Mums at work and Dads in Norwich for the month, why?”

He turned the engine off and up buckled his seat belt, “Because I’m going to need to stay at your house for a while” He said, opening the car door and getting out.

I stood there dumbfounded, there is no way. I scrunched my eyebrows up before getting out of the car myself.

“Harry no! I’m not going to be letting you into my house when there is police in front of yours! I could get charged!” I whispered/yelled.

“Please? You don’t want to be the reason I get sent back to jail, do you? He smiled innocently.
No. Because Like I said before, he might break out and murder me or something.

So I did what most teenagers wouldn’t do and sat on the side of the road with my head in my hands. Harry came and sat beside me.

“Fine. But this is a once in a lifetime thing, you hear me?”

Notes

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And for those people who are confused, Harry is only staying at Finns house for like 3 hours till the popo leave so yea

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