Mistreated
Emotion
Saturday September 14th
Harry’s POV:
When I woke up this morning, everything that happened last night played over and over in my head. Yes, I was drunk, but I still remember the big events:
Riley…I don’t know what to more furious about: the fact that she was fucking someone in my car or the fact that of all people it was the person who raped Iris. Yeah, I wanted to punch the fuck out of his face, but I knew I’d lose that fight since I was tipsy. I was surprised to see Iris stand up for me and beat the shit out of Riley, but I know part of it was her standing up for herself. I wish she would’ve faced Riley in a much more mature matter since she's a better person than me, but come on, that was awesome. That girl knows how to throw a punch.
That kiss…believe me, I wanted to kiss her back, but talk about horrible timing. I mean, I just caught Riley in my car with that douche. Not only that, but I never expected Iris to ever kiss me; she caught me by surprise. After she kissed me, I couldn’t stop staring at her, trying to figure out what was going through her mind and why she kissed me. She didn’t give me any clue.
Before my friends and I got drunk on Sunday, the girls mentioned I looked protective of Iris. Well, I am, but that conversation made me realize something: I really have feelings for this girl. I realized that she’s the reason I still choose to live every day. Don’t get me wrong, I love my friends, but they don’t get me like Iris does. And Mum obviously doesn’t care about me as much as I thought she did if she won’t leave dad. The only thing I have left to live for is Iris.
Last night, Perrie teased me about wanting to see Iris in her dress. Truth is, I was eager and boy was I right to be, she was beyond gorgeous in that dress. I wasn’t sure I should say a word because I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, so I just put a smile on my face.
The hand holding, it wasn’t because I was afraid to lose her; I knew she’d stay by my side for the whole party. I just wanted to hold hands with her and feel her touch for once. I like the way her small dainty hands fit into mine. It just felt right.
I can’t help myself anymore. Iris is someone I need in my life and I can’t help but think about what we’d be like if we were more than just friends. I’m actually glad she kissed me because it helped me come to realization. I now know for sure, I want her. The thing is, I can’t date her yet. If I did that, she’d only be my rebound and that’s the last thing I’d want to do to her. She needs a guy who will treat her right, not a guy who puts her next. I guess I just need to talk with Riley before I do anything with Iris.
Iris probably thinks I didn’t want her to kiss me, so I need to clear this up with her. I reached over to my end table and texted her:
To Poodle Butt:
Tracks in 30?
I got up, got dressed, ate breakfast and then she finally replied:
From Poodle Butt:
Be there in 10.
I figured she’d be contemplating on whether she should face me or not. I exhaled slowly before sneaking out of my house; the last thing I want is to see my father right now. Damn, my car is still at Zayn’s…actually, I don’t want it. I’d rather walk.
I got there before her and I found myself running lines in my head. How do I tell her I want her but it can’t happen right now? I need to be reassuring that I’m still here. I don’t want to crush the poor girl’s heart if there's any chance she has feelings for me.
“Hey,” I heard her from behind me. I turned to face her to find her wearing a turquoise sundress, looking absolutely stunning. This is going to be harder than I thought.
“Listen I-“
“We need to-“ our voices overlapped each other’s. We chuckled nervously before I gestured her to speak first.
She sighed, “You remember don’t you?” I nodded with a smile. “Look, Harry I wasn’t exactly in the right state of mind.”
I rolled my eyes, “Mercy, it was weed, not cocaine. I’m pretty sure you were thinking more clearly than you imagine.”
“I shouldn’t have kissed you. I’m sorry,” she looked to the ground.
I reached forward, cupped her face with my hands, and tilted her head up so she could look at me. Surprisingly, she didn’t jump. “I’m not sorry.”
“You aren’t?” her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Damn, she looks so cute.
I shook my head, “Mercy, I don’t exactly know how you feel, but I do know this:"
"I like you," I said as I signed it to her.
Her captivating smile appeared on her face, “I like you too.”
I twisted a strand of her hair with my fingers, “The thing is…” I watched as her smile faded from her face. God, I’m such a dick. “I can’t do this now.”
“Thank God,” she sighed and hugged me. What the fuck?
“Uh what?” my hands stayed frozen from where she was before.
She lifted her head up, “Harry, I stayed up all night thinking about it. If you and I ever have a chance, I think we should wait until after high school.”
“Why so long?” I finally rested my hands on her back.
“I think it’s just better this way.”
“No, you just want to wait till you’re away from all that judgment,” I pulled away from her.
She tilted her head, “Is that such a bad thing?”
“How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t give a fuck about what all of them think?”
Her shoulders dropped, “Harry…”
I waved my finger, “No, no, no, no, no. I get it: you care. Believe me I understand, but what you don’t realize is that if we were to walk hand-in-hand through that hellhole, those people wouldn’t judge you; they’d envy you. There’s a difference.”
“Someone’s a little full of themselves,” she joked.
“Maybe so,” I chuckled. “Mercy, I want you to take that chance with me. I mean, what do you have to lose? I’d still be there even if your world came crashing down on you.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to take the risk,” she sniffled. “I’m just scared to be broken again.”
I stepped closer to her, “Angel, I’d never let that happen to you.” A slight smile appeared on her face and at that point I couldn’t take it anymore. I held her waist and pulled her closer to me before leaning in for a kiss. She met me halfway, her soft lips melting into mine. My heart raced as she wrapped her arms around my neck to deepen the kiss. I nibbled her bottom lip a bit as I pulled away from the kiss, our faces holding nothing but smiles.
“I trust you,” she nodded. I kissed her forehead and sat myself onto the train track, pulling her into my lap. “So how long of waiting did you have in mind?”
I rested my chin on her shoulder, “I don’t know. All I know is that I need to get completely over Riley first. I don’t want you to be just a rebound when you’re worth so much more than that.”
She brushed my curls with her fingers, “So you need closure?”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “But honestly, I don’t even want to see her right now.”
“So it could be months,” she sounded disappointed.
“It’ll be worth the wait, I promise,” I shot her a reassuring grin before kissing her cheek. "Besides, that's shorter than what you had in mind."
She bit her lip to cover her laughs, “Okay.”
“So who knew you could throw a punch?” I chuckled.
She held up a fist, “I’m a beast.”
“Damn look at those muscles,” I squeezed her arm.
She laughed, “What muscle? That’s just skin and bone.”
I shook my head, “Girls just really don’t know how to take a compliment.”
“That’s not a compliment when muscle ceases to exist on this arm,” she poked her arm. I playfully nudged my fist against her cheek. “Hey,” she chuckled before pushing me so I was laying on the track. She put her hands on my chest and rested her chin on them as she stared at the scenery around us. Just like usual, we remained quite the rest of the time we were there.
Saturday October 5th
Iris’s POV:
It’s been three weeks since we’ve confessed our feelings for each other. It turns out waiting is actually the best thing for us right now. There’s so much drama between Harry and Riley at school that this wouldn’t exactly help. Riley has started telling people Harry cheated on her with me. What bullshit. Harry’s friends don’t even know he and I have been hanging out still, so they have been telling people he’s never even met me. Most people are on his side but there’s some people who believe I’ve done all these things and that I’d intentionally sabotage their relationship. Whatever.
Riley is almost as lonely as I am, it’s quite sad. All she has is Scott and a couple of snobby cheerleaders to hang out with. People saw or heard about Scott and her sleeping in Harry’s car and they hate her for it. Those cheerleaders, she convinced them that I have Harry wrapped around my little finger. I don’t know how she’s so good at making people choose her side, but it’s really irritating.
And then there’s Harry who still doesn’t give a shit about what people think. He’s just pissed Riley is still being a Bitch about the whole thing. He has tried speaking to her many times, but she refuses to talk to him. She just yells at him about how he ruined her life and blah, blah, blah. I think she knows he’s looking to move on and she won’t let him, but Harry swears she wouldn’t know about that.
Perrie and I have started a once a week hangout for just us girls. She’s a gem really. It’s nice to have a girl that’s a friend and not just Harry. I love my friendship with Harry to death, but Perrie and I are able to talk about our relationships and stuff, you know, girl talk. It’s been great to be able to talk about the drama with someone who’s not living it. She’s really helped me get pass these three weeks without shoving my fist in Riley’s face again. I’ve come out of my shell a lot more and I think the boost in confidence has a lot to do with Harry and me pouring our feelings out to each other.
What have Harry and I been up to? We’re trying to keep our relationship to only hand holding, which hasn’t really been working for us. We’ve found it hard not to kiss each other; it’s impossible.
“Harry, I don’t want to do this,” I whined as we walked into Zayn’s house. I was wearing the Clarissa wig and Perrie had also let me borrow some heavy makeup so Zayn wouldn’t recognize me.
He stopped our walking and pouted down to me, “Please? I promise you’ll like it.”
I sigh, “It’s gonna hurt.”
“And I’ll hold your hand the whole time,” he flashed me his dimples. I’ve come to find I can’t say no to his dimples. Yet again, I’ve never really been able to say no to him at all.
“Hey Clarissa!” Zayn greeted me with a hug. “Nice to see you again.”
“You too,” I grinned at him.
He raised his brows, “You ready?”
“Do I even get to peak at it first?”
Harry shook his head, “Nope.”
I rolled my eyes, “Not that it’s permanent or anything.” Can you sense my sarcasm?
“I can assure you, you’re in good hands,” Zayn smiled.
“Okay,” I sighed.
“Remember, I’m right here,” Harry squeezed my hand as I sat down in a chair. If there’s anyone who can make me feel better, it’s him.
“Okay, all done,” Zayn smiled as he wiped away the wet ink from my chest. “Go check it out.”
Harry and I walked over to the mirror in the room and he wrapped his arms around my waist as I inspected the tattoo.
“Harry, it’s amazing,” I beamed.
“I told you you’d like it.”
I scoffed and turned to face him, “I don’t like it.” This made him frown. “I love it.”
He poked my ribs, “You tease.”
I giggled and kissed him on the cheek, “Thank you.”
This tattoo has a big meaning for both of us and I’m proud to wear it over my heart, but this boy, he means more to me than he’ll ever know. He’s my world.
Harry’s POV:
When I woke up this morning, everything that happened last night played over and over in my head. Yes, I was drunk, but I still remember the big events:
Riley…I don’t know what to more furious about: the fact that she was fucking someone in my car or the fact that of all people it was the person who raped Iris. Yeah, I wanted to punch the fuck out of his face, but I knew I’d lose that fight since I was tipsy. I was surprised to see Iris stand up for me and beat the shit out of Riley, but I know part of it was her standing up for herself. I wish she would’ve faced Riley in a much more mature matter since she's a better person than me, but come on, that was awesome. That girl knows how to throw a punch.
That kiss…believe me, I wanted to kiss her back, but talk about horrible timing. I mean, I just caught Riley in my car with that douche. Not only that, but I never expected Iris to ever kiss me; she caught me by surprise. After she kissed me, I couldn’t stop staring at her, trying to figure out what was going through her mind and why she kissed me. She didn’t give me any clue.
Before my friends and I got drunk on Sunday, the girls mentioned I looked protective of Iris. Well, I am, but that conversation made me realize something: I really have feelings for this girl. I realized that she’s the reason I still choose to live every day. Don’t get me wrong, I love my friends, but they don’t get me like Iris does. And Mum obviously doesn’t care about me as much as I thought she did if she won’t leave dad. The only thing I have left to live for is Iris.
Last night, Perrie teased me about wanting to see Iris in her dress. Truth is, I was eager and boy was I right to be, she was beyond gorgeous in that dress. I wasn’t sure I should say a word because I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, so I just put a smile on my face.
The hand holding, it wasn’t because I was afraid to lose her; I knew she’d stay by my side for the whole party. I just wanted to hold hands with her and feel her touch for once. I like the way her small dainty hands fit into mine. It just felt right.
I can’t help myself anymore. Iris is someone I need in my life and I can’t help but think about what we’d be like if we were more than just friends. I’m actually glad she kissed me because it helped me come to realization. I now know for sure, I want her. The thing is, I can’t date her yet. If I did that, she’d only be my rebound and that’s the last thing I’d want to do to her. She needs a guy who will treat her right, not a guy who puts her next. I guess I just need to talk with Riley before I do anything with Iris.
Iris probably thinks I didn’t want her to kiss me, so I need to clear this up with her. I reached over to my end table and texted her:
To Poodle Butt:
Tracks in 30?
I got up, got dressed, ate breakfast and then she finally replied:
From Poodle Butt:
Be there in 10.
I figured she’d be contemplating on whether she should face me or not. I exhaled slowly before sneaking out of my house; the last thing I want is to see my father right now. Damn, my car is still at Zayn’s…actually, I don’t want it. I’d rather walk.
I got there before her and I found myself running lines in my head. How do I tell her I want her but it can’t happen right now? I need to be reassuring that I’m still here. I don’t want to crush the poor girl’s heart if there's any chance she has feelings for me.
“Hey,” I heard her from behind me. I turned to face her to find her wearing a turquoise sundress, looking absolutely stunning. This is going to be harder than I thought.
“Listen I-“
“We need to-“ our voices overlapped each other’s. We chuckled nervously before I gestured her to speak first.
She sighed, “You remember don’t you?” I nodded with a smile. “Look, Harry I wasn’t exactly in the right state of mind.”
I rolled my eyes, “Mercy, it was weed, not cocaine. I’m pretty sure you were thinking more clearly than you imagine.”
“I shouldn’t have kissed you. I’m sorry,” she looked to the ground.
I reached forward, cupped her face with my hands, and tilted her head up so she could look at me. Surprisingly, she didn’t jump. “I’m not sorry.”
“You aren’t?” her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Damn, she looks so cute.
I shook my head, “Mercy, I don’t exactly know how you feel, but I do know this:"
"I like you," I said as I signed it to her.
Her captivating smile appeared on her face, “I like you too.”
I twisted a strand of her hair with my fingers, “The thing is…” I watched as her smile faded from her face. God, I’m such a dick. “I can’t do this now.”
“Thank God,” she sighed and hugged me. What the fuck?
“Uh what?” my hands stayed frozen from where she was before.
She lifted her head up, “Harry, I stayed up all night thinking about it. If you and I ever have a chance, I think we should wait until after high school.”
“Why so long?” I finally rested my hands on her back.
“I think it’s just better this way.”
“No, you just want to wait till you’re away from all that judgment,” I pulled away from her.
She tilted her head, “Is that such a bad thing?”
“How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t give a fuck about what all of them think?”
Her shoulders dropped, “Harry…”
I waved my finger, “No, no, no, no, no. I get it: you care. Believe me I understand, but what you don’t realize is that if we were to walk hand-in-hand through that hellhole, those people wouldn’t judge you; they’d envy you. There’s a difference.”
“Someone’s a little full of themselves,” she joked.
“Maybe so,” I chuckled. “Mercy, I want you to take that chance with me. I mean, what do you have to lose? I’d still be there even if your world came crashing down on you.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to take the risk,” she sniffled. “I’m just scared to be broken again.”
I stepped closer to her, “Angel, I’d never let that happen to you.” A slight smile appeared on her face and at that point I couldn’t take it anymore. I held her waist and pulled her closer to me before leaning in for a kiss. She met me halfway, her soft lips melting into mine. My heart raced as she wrapped her arms around my neck to deepen the kiss. I nibbled her bottom lip a bit as I pulled away from the kiss, our faces holding nothing but smiles.
“I trust you,” she nodded. I kissed her forehead and sat myself onto the train track, pulling her into my lap. “So how long of waiting did you have in mind?”
I rested my chin on her shoulder, “I don’t know. All I know is that I need to get completely over Riley first. I don’t want you to be just a rebound when you’re worth so much more than that.”
She brushed my curls with her fingers, “So you need closure?”
“Yeah,” I nodded. “But honestly, I don’t even want to see her right now.”
“So it could be months,” she sounded disappointed.
“It’ll be worth the wait, I promise,” I shot her a reassuring grin before kissing her cheek. "Besides, that's shorter than what you had in mind."
She bit her lip to cover her laughs, “Okay.”
“So who knew you could throw a punch?” I chuckled.
She held up a fist, “I’m a beast.”
“Damn look at those muscles,” I squeezed her arm.
She laughed, “What muscle? That’s just skin and bone.”
I shook my head, “Girls just really don’t know how to take a compliment.”
“That’s not a compliment when muscle ceases to exist on this arm,” she poked her arm. I playfully nudged my fist against her cheek. “Hey,” she chuckled before pushing me so I was laying on the track. She put her hands on my chest and rested her chin on them as she stared at the scenery around us. Just like usual, we remained quite the rest of the time we were there.
Saturday October 5th
Iris’s POV:
It’s been three weeks since we’ve confessed our feelings for each other. It turns out waiting is actually the best thing for us right now. There’s so much drama between Harry and Riley at school that this wouldn’t exactly help. Riley has started telling people Harry cheated on her with me. What bullshit. Harry’s friends don’t even know he and I have been hanging out still, so they have been telling people he’s never even met me. Most people are on his side but there’s some people who believe I’ve done all these things and that I’d intentionally sabotage their relationship. Whatever.
Riley is almost as lonely as I am, it’s quite sad. All she has is Scott and a couple of snobby cheerleaders to hang out with. People saw or heard about Scott and her sleeping in Harry’s car and they hate her for it. Those cheerleaders, she convinced them that I have Harry wrapped around my little finger. I don’t know how she’s so good at making people choose her side, but it’s really irritating.
And then there’s Harry who still doesn’t give a shit about what people think. He’s just pissed Riley is still being a Bitch about the whole thing. He has tried speaking to her many times, but she refuses to talk to him. She just yells at him about how he ruined her life and blah, blah, blah. I think she knows he’s looking to move on and she won’t let him, but Harry swears she wouldn’t know about that.
Perrie and I have started a once a week hangout for just us girls. She’s a gem really. It’s nice to have a girl that’s a friend and not just Harry. I love my friendship with Harry to death, but Perrie and I are able to talk about our relationships and stuff, you know, girl talk. It’s been great to be able to talk about the drama with someone who’s not living it. She’s really helped me get pass these three weeks without shoving my fist in Riley’s face again. I’ve come out of my shell a lot more and I think the boost in confidence has a lot to do with Harry and me pouring our feelings out to each other.
What have Harry and I been up to? We’re trying to keep our relationship to only hand holding, which hasn’t really been working for us. We’ve found it hard not to kiss each other; it’s impossible.
“Harry, I don’t want to do this,” I whined as we walked into Zayn’s house. I was wearing the Clarissa wig and Perrie had also let me borrow some heavy makeup so Zayn wouldn’t recognize me.
He stopped our walking and pouted down to me, “Please? I promise you’ll like it.”
I sigh, “It’s gonna hurt.”
“And I’ll hold your hand the whole time,” he flashed me his dimples. I’ve come to find I can’t say no to his dimples. Yet again, I’ve never really been able to say no to him at all.
“Hey Clarissa!” Zayn greeted me with a hug. “Nice to see you again.”
“You too,” I grinned at him.
He raised his brows, “You ready?”
“Do I even get to peak at it first?”
Harry shook his head, “Nope.”
I rolled my eyes, “Not that it’s permanent or anything.” Can you sense my sarcasm?
“I can assure you, you’re in good hands,” Zayn smiled.
“Okay,” I sighed.
“Remember, I’m right here,” Harry squeezed my hand as I sat down in a chair. If there’s anyone who can make me feel better, it’s him.
“Okay, all done,” Zayn smiled as he wiped away the wet ink from my chest. “Go check it out.”
Harry and I walked over to the mirror in the room and he wrapped his arms around my waist as I inspected the tattoo.
“Harry, it’s amazing,” I beamed.
“I told you you’d like it.”
I scoffed and turned to face him, “I don’t like it.” This made him frown. “I love it.”
He poked my ribs, “You tease.”
I giggled and kissed him on the cheek, “Thank you.”
This tattoo has a big meaning for both of us and I’m proud to wear it over my heart, but this boy, he means more to me than he’ll ever know. He’s my world.
Notes
I'm pretty sure the picture of the tattoo is on a guy's chest haha. Ignore that, use your imagination haha.
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