Mistreated
Gloves
September 6th
Harry’s POV:
“It couldn’t have been Andrew, he was with us after school,” Perrie rested her chin in her hands. Since none of our friends were at our table in the cafeteria yet, we were trying to figure out who hurt Iris. “Plus, I don’t think he’d hurt a fly.”
I rolled up my sleeves, “I suppose you’re right. So maybe Scott?”
“Maybe,” she thought about it. “Well she did accuse him of raping her, so maybe he’s angry about that?”
Well, he did rape her, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to talk about it with everyone. The thing is, he did so what would be his motive on beating her? What would he gain in that? As much as I hate to admit it, I don't think he did it.
Just then, I felt arms wrap around my waist. “Hey Sweetie,” Riley kissed me on the cheek and sat down next to me.
“What’s with the gloves?” Perrie laughed and pointed to Riley’s covered hands.
“Oh, I’m just cold,” Riley tried forcing a smile on her face.
“Its eighty degrees outside,” I furrowed my brows. “It’s not even close to being cold out.” She just shrugged and pulled her lunch out of her backpack. She wore them yesterday too, and even then it was still not cold. Something’s up, so I decided to test something out. I smiled at her and grabbed one of her hands, intertwining my fingers with her’s. Then, I squeezed her hand slightly, it’s a little game we like to play of ‘who can squeeze the other’s hand tighter’.
She shook her head and pulled her hand away, “I don’t feel like doing that right now Harry.”
“You always want to,” I pouted. She giggled at my face and gave me butterfly kisses. I took her hand in mine again and squeezed it a little tighter, making her wince. That wince was not because of me, her hands are definitely bruised up.
I began sliding her glove off and yet again, she pulled it away, “Stop Harry.”
“Let me see.”
“No,” she snapped. “You know what? Have a good lunch, I’m leaving.”
As she stood up to walk away Perrie waved to her, “Wait, are you going bowling tomorrow?”
“Sure,” Riley smiled. “But I’m not bowling.” With that, she walked away.
“What’s up with her?” Perrie rolled her eyes. I just rubbed my temples and shook my head, but I knew exactly what was going on.
Saturday September 7th
Iris’s POV:
The last couple of days, I didn’t go to school. I figured it was best for me since my face is really fucked up and I don’t need people telling me how much uglier I am. Harry tried to ditch school and hang out with me, but I wouldn’t let him. The last thing I need is for Riley to think he’s been hanging out with me, even though that’s completely true. Once school was over, we’d be at the tracks listening to music and watching ASL videos on YouTube.
During school, Perrie’s parents let me hide out in their guest room. Harry told them that I got beat up at school and he didn’t want me to go until the kids are either suspended or expelled, even though we both knew that isn’t going to happen. Harry doesn’t even know that his own girlfriend left me in a puddle of blood. Nevertheless, Perrie’s parents were very glad to help out. It’s not like I was much of a hassle anyways, I’d just sit in the room and watch movies or something.
My parents and sisters all saw my face. Their reactions? My mom thought it was makeup, my dad told me to wash it off, and my sisters laughed. How would someone like me know how to make my eye look swollen and barely able to open? But you know what, fuck them! Harry said that. They can go fuck themselves. This friendship thing…it’s turning out to be great for me. Hold on, I have a text from him:
From Harry:
Meet me at the track in 20. Wear jeans.
Okay? I obeyed him and slip some black jeans on along with my combat boots and a white t-shirt. I wonder what we’re doing. I grabbed my backpack off of my desk and dumped all the school stuff out; won’t be needing any of that. I placed my laptop and iPod in it, along with a denim jacket just in case I need any of it.
I would say ‘I sneaked passed my family’ but I just walked out and they didn’t care, so whatever. The walk from my house to the track is actually about ten minutes, not bad right? I timed it once, I was bored. You know, Harry has really helped me be myself…inside my head. I’m still a shy, not so talkative, sad girl. But still, Harry has been amazing. I don’t think I thank him enough.
“Mercy!” he shouted from down the street. Yes, street, it’s near the track.
“What’s that?” my eyes widened as I pointed to the vehicle next to him.
He laughed, “I think it’s obvious its motorcycle.”
“Whose?” I raised my brows.
He shook his head, “It doesn’t matter,” and placed a helmet on his head.
I sighed, “Harry…” It’s his dad’s.
“Don’t you ‘Harry’ me. Put this on,” he handed me a different helmet. I complied, placing the headgear on my head. He got on the motorcycle and I followed, just sitting blandly behind him. “You’re gonna have to wrap your arms around my waist.”
“I-“
“I can’t touch you while I’m driving, and I wouldn’t even do that to you anyways. Just do it.”
I took a deep breath and once again, did what he said. Hey, if it gets to be too much, I could just let go and I’d be okay with falling off.
“I don’t feel comfortable with th-“ I was interrupted by the roaring engine of the motorcycle. I squealed and gripped Harry tighter. I change my mind, I’d actually prefer not to fall. I think he shouted something to me, but I couldn’t hear him through all the noise. Goddamn hearing. It’s when he started driving that took me by surprise. I loved it. The wind blew my uncovered hair and the helmet blocked out the annoying wind interference that would normally hit my hearing aids. You know the sound the wind makes in a microphone? That’s what I hear when it hits my hearing aids, imagine how annoying that is. Harry’s t-shirt and plaid shirt, ripped into a vest, blew behind him and tickled my tummy. This was amazing and I even found myself smiling as I enjoyed the passing scenery. It was incredible.
After about twenty minutes of riding, we pulled up at bowling alley.
“Really?” I asked as I stepped off the now turned off bike. “A bowling alley?”
“Yeah,” he kicked the stand down. “You are going to learn to have fun.”
I removed the helmet from my head and revealed my messy hair that I quickly ran my fingers through. I muttered, “I have fun.”
“Yeah right,” he scoffed, removing his helmet as well. I wish I could pull of the helmet hair like he does. “We are all going to have…”
“Fun,” he smiled as he signed the word.
But a different word was stuck in my mind. “All?” I gulped.
He chuckled, “Yeah, all of us, as in my friends, you and I.”
“Harry, I can’t.”
He sighed and stepped closer to me, making me step back. He hung his head down, “Mercy, please? This could be good for you.”
“But Scott and Andrew-“
“Are not here,” one corner of his mouth curved up. “I wouldn’t make you hang out with them.”
But there’s still one problem…Riley. “I still can’t do this Harry, I’m sorry.” I handed him the helmet and began walking away.
“Can’t you just tell me why?” he yelled out to me loud enough so that I could hear it.
“What is she doing here?” a familiar voice chimed in. My eyes widened as I turned to find Riley scowling at me. Shit.
“Iris is hanging out with us,” Harry smirked at the girl. Am I missing something? Why does he seem pissed at her?
She gritted her teeth, “Like hell she is.”
“I uh…it’s okay Harry, I’m gonna go,” I pointed behind me. Please let me go.
“Good, because he’s mine Bitch!” she gripped Harry’s arm.
“Actually…” Harry yanked his arm away from her. “I’m going with her.”
“What?” Riley and I asked simultaneously.
Harry ran his fingers through his hair angrily and glared at his girlfriend, “I know it was you.” What? How? He grabbed Riley’s wrist, “Take your gloves off.”
She looked furious, “No!”
“TAKE OFF THE DAMN GLOVES!” he screamed into her face.
A tear rolled down her cheek, “Harry.”
He practically threw her wrist away from him, “That’s what I thought.”
“She deserved it!” Those words…I always tell myself them. I did deserve it. It’s like I’m breaking them up. That was never my intention. I just want to leave; run.
Harry waved his hands in her face, “Nobody deserves that!”
I was stunned to find Riley’s hand collide with Harry’s cheek, “How dare you choose her side!”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what’s going on here?” a blonde boy ran towards us, followed by a group of people, including Perrie.
Harry’s hands fisted at his sides, “I’ll tell you what’s going on here. I’m breaking up with Riley.”
“Wait, what?” Riley said softly. “No Harry, please don’t.”
“Haz?” Perrie stepped towards him.
“Go fuck yourself,” he growled in Riley’s face. Then, he stormed towards the motorcycle.
“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!” Riley charged at me.
Perrie pushed her to the ground before she could even reach me. “It was you!”
A brunette guy with straight and gelled hair stared down at the girls, “I don’t even understand what’s going on.”
"Perrie stop!" Riley yelled at the blonde who was pressed against her. "Someone help me."
Another girl shrugged, "I never liked you." The rest of the group nodded to each other.
My face was suddenly covered with a helmet again, making me jump. Harry fucking scared the shit out of me.
“Sorry,” he said as he walked in front of me. “Let’s go.” I nodded and followed him to the bike. I can’t believe he’s just leaving them all like that, but I can understand him wanting to get away from Riley.
“Wait, Harry!” the darker skinned boy ran over. “What about tonight?”
Harry placed his helmet over his head, “Tomorrow. As for Riley, I'd prefer she doesn't hang out with you guys if I'm around.”
“Okay,” the boy nodded. "And trust me, we don't want her around."
With that, Harry and I got on the bike and left. I honesty had no idea where we were going because we weren’t even on the street that’d take us back to the tracks. It seems like he’s just driving just to drive. It must be his way of taking out his anger so he doesn’t get snappy with me. I know how he can be: once he’s angry, everyone is a potential target of his scream fest. Hopefully I’m left out of this one. Then again, I’d probably deserve it.
Harry’s POV:
After a while, I found the perfect place to go. I need this. I drove around a mountain until we found a deserted dirt parking lot near the top. Once I parked the motorcycle, I allowed Iris to get off first before kicking the stand down and removing myself as well. Iris had her helmet and backpack off and gave me a confused expression. I don’t expect her to know why we’re here, but she’ll understand in a second.
I yanked my helmet off and threw it to the ground before walking over to the edge of the cliff. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed. Fuck this shit, fuck Riley, fuck my dad, and fuck Gemma! Fuck everything!
Iris quietly walked over and sat down by my feet and stared at the view. I took a deep breath and sat down beside her, finally calming down. “It wouldn’t be the first time,” I sighed.
“What?”
“She’s not the only person I’ve ever trusted that’s screwed me over.”
Iris brought her knees to her chest and hugged them, resting her head onto them. “People suck.”
“Yeah,” I curled my lips. “My own family sucks.”
“Right?” she shook her head and stared in the distance.
“I have an older sister, Gemma. I looked up to her and she protected me whenever I’d do something stupid. We played this one game where she’d dare me to get into trouble, and my prize was candy and she’d sneak me into her room to watch movies,” I smiled. Iris giggled a little at the story. My smile faded, “One day, she just packed her bags and left. I don’t get it. Why did she leave?”
“Was your dad hurting her too?”
I shook my head, “No, he didn’t start until she left. He's so furious with her.”
“And that’s why he’s an abusive drunk dick.” I nodded my head. She stood to her feet and held her head back. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she screamed.
“What are you doing?”
She grinned down to me, “I don’t think the world could hear you.”
I smirked, “You’re on.” I stood up by her side and screamed, “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
“Together,” she smiled. “One…two…three.”
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” we screamed our lungs out. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, wanting to remember this moment.
“Thank you,” I put the fingertips of my flattened hand to my chin and brought it down so my palm faced the sky.
“You’re welcome,” she signed back. “And I’m sorry for what happened.”
I shook my head, “Don’t be, I should’ve known.”
“Harry, I broke you two up,” she frowned.
“No you didn’t, that was all her. If anything, you helped me see more clearly.”
She smiled and rubbed her arms. I watched her walk over to her backpack and pull out her coat and place it on, pulling her laptop and my iPod out as well. She walked back over and plugged my iPod into her computer and began blasting a song:
I can hold my breath
I can bite my tongue
I can stay awake for days
If that's what you want
Be your number one
“Human by Christina Perri?”
She grinned, “Our story.”
“That it is.”
I’m so thankful to have Iris in my life. She truly is helping me see the light. She doesn’t even realize what an impact she has on me, and I hope I never lose her. She’s the greatest friend you could ask for. She barely complains, she’s sweet, she’s understanding, and she’s honorable. Not only is she my guidance, but I’m her’s as well. We need each other and this is something I want to hold onto forever.
Harry’s POV:
“It couldn’t have been Andrew, he was with us after school,” Perrie rested her chin in her hands. Since none of our friends were at our table in the cafeteria yet, we were trying to figure out who hurt Iris. “Plus, I don’t think he’d hurt a fly.”
I rolled up my sleeves, “I suppose you’re right. So maybe Scott?”
“Maybe,” she thought about it. “Well she did accuse him of raping her, so maybe he’s angry about that?”
Well, he did rape her, but I don’t think it’s a good idea to talk about it with everyone. The thing is, he did so what would be his motive on beating her? What would he gain in that? As much as I hate to admit it, I don't think he did it.
Just then, I felt arms wrap around my waist. “Hey Sweetie,” Riley kissed me on the cheek and sat down next to me.
“What’s with the gloves?” Perrie laughed and pointed to Riley’s covered hands.
“Oh, I’m just cold,” Riley tried forcing a smile on her face.
“Its eighty degrees outside,” I furrowed my brows. “It’s not even close to being cold out.” She just shrugged and pulled her lunch out of her backpack. She wore them yesterday too, and even then it was still not cold. Something’s up, so I decided to test something out. I smiled at her and grabbed one of her hands, intertwining my fingers with her’s. Then, I squeezed her hand slightly, it’s a little game we like to play of ‘who can squeeze the other’s hand tighter’.
She shook her head and pulled her hand away, “I don’t feel like doing that right now Harry.”
“You always want to,” I pouted. She giggled at my face and gave me butterfly kisses. I took her hand in mine again and squeezed it a little tighter, making her wince. That wince was not because of me, her hands are definitely bruised up.
I began sliding her glove off and yet again, she pulled it away, “Stop Harry.”
“Let me see.”
“No,” she snapped. “You know what? Have a good lunch, I’m leaving.”
As she stood up to walk away Perrie waved to her, “Wait, are you going bowling tomorrow?”
“Sure,” Riley smiled. “But I’m not bowling.” With that, she walked away.
“What’s up with her?” Perrie rolled her eyes. I just rubbed my temples and shook my head, but I knew exactly what was going on.
Saturday September 7th
Iris’s POV:
The last couple of days, I didn’t go to school. I figured it was best for me since my face is really fucked up and I don’t need people telling me how much uglier I am. Harry tried to ditch school and hang out with me, but I wouldn’t let him. The last thing I need is for Riley to think he’s been hanging out with me, even though that’s completely true. Once school was over, we’d be at the tracks listening to music and watching ASL videos on YouTube.
During school, Perrie’s parents let me hide out in their guest room. Harry told them that I got beat up at school and he didn’t want me to go until the kids are either suspended or expelled, even though we both knew that isn’t going to happen. Harry doesn’t even know that his own girlfriend left me in a puddle of blood. Nevertheless, Perrie’s parents were very glad to help out. It’s not like I was much of a hassle anyways, I’d just sit in the room and watch movies or something.
My parents and sisters all saw my face. Their reactions? My mom thought it was makeup, my dad told me to wash it off, and my sisters laughed. How would someone like me know how to make my eye look swollen and barely able to open? But you know what, fuck them! Harry said that. They can go fuck themselves. This friendship thing…it’s turning out to be great for me. Hold on, I have a text from him:
From Harry:
Meet me at the track in 20. Wear jeans.
Okay? I obeyed him and slip some black jeans on along with my combat boots and a white t-shirt. I wonder what we’re doing. I grabbed my backpack off of my desk and dumped all the school stuff out; won’t be needing any of that. I placed my laptop and iPod in it, along with a denim jacket just in case I need any of it.
I would say ‘I sneaked passed my family’ but I just walked out and they didn’t care, so whatever. The walk from my house to the track is actually about ten minutes, not bad right? I timed it once, I was bored. You know, Harry has really helped me be myself…inside my head. I’m still a shy, not so talkative, sad girl. But still, Harry has been amazing. I don’t think I thank him enough.
“Mercy!” he shouted from down the street. Yes, street, it’s near the track.
“What’s that?” my eyes widened as I pointed to the vehicle next to him.
He laughed, “I think it’s obvious its motorcycle.”
“Whose?” I raised my brows.
He shook his head, “It doesn’t matter,” and placed a helmet on his head.
I sighed, “Harry…” It’s his dad’s.
“Don’t you ‘Harry’ me. Put this on,” he handed me a different helmet. I complied, placing the headgear on my head. He got on the motorcycle and I followed, just sitting blandly behind him. “You’re gonna have to wrap your arms around my waist.”
“I-“
“I can’t touch you while I’m driving, and I wouldn’t even do that to you anyways. Just do it.”
I took a deep breath and once again, did what he said. Hey, if it gets to be too much, I could just let go and I’d be okay with falling off.
“I don’t feel comfortable with th-“ I was interrupted by the roaring engine of the motorcycle. I squealed and gripped Harry tighter. I change my mind, I’d actually prefer not to fall. I think he shouted something to me, but I couldn’t hear him through all the noise. Goddamn hearing. It’s when he started driving that took me by surprise. I loved it. The wind blew my uncovered hair and the helmet blocked out the annoying wind interference that would normally hit my hearing aids. You know the sound the wind makes in a microphone? That’s what I hear when it hits my hearing aids, imagine how annoying that is. Harry’s t-shirt and plaid shirt, ripped into a vest, blew behind him and tickled my tummy. This was amazing and I even found myself smiling as I enjoyed the passing scenery. It was incredible.
After about twenty minutes of riding, we pulled up at bowling alley.
“Really?” I asked as I stepped off the now turned off bike. “A bowling alley?”
“Yeah,” he kicked the stand down. “You are going to learn to have fun.”
I removed the helmet from my head and revealed my messy hair that I quickly ran my fingers through. I muttered, “I have fun.”
“Yeah right,” he scoffed, removing his helmet as well. I wish I could pull of the helmet hair like he does. “We are all going to have…”
“Fun,” he smiled as he signed the word.
But a different word was stuck in my mind. “All?” I gulped.
He chuckled, “Yeah, all of us, as in my friends, you and I.”
“Harry, I can’t.”
He sighed and stepped closer to me, making me step back. He hung his head down, “Mercy, please? This could be good for you.”
“But Scott and Andrew-“
“Are not here,” one corner of his mouth curved up. “I wouldn’t make you hang out with them.”
But there’s still one problem…Riley. “I still can’t do this Harry, I’m sorry.” I handed him the helmet and began walking away.
“Can’t you just tell me why?” he yelled out to me loud enough so that I could hear it.
“What is she doing here?” a familiar voice chimed in. My eyes widened as I turned to find Riley scowling at me. Shit.
“Iris is hanging out with us,” Harry smirked at the girl. Am I missing something? Why does he seem pissed at her?
She gritted her teeth, “Like hell she is.”
“I uh…it’s okay Harry, I’m gonna go,” I pointed behind me. Please let me go.
“Good, because he’s mine Bitch!” she gripped Harry’s arm.
“Actually…” Harry yanked his arm away from her. “I’m going with her.”
“What?” Riley and I asked simultaneously.
Harry ran his fingers through his hair angrily and glared at his girlfriend, “I know it was you.” What? How? He grabbed Riley’s wrist, “Take your gloves off.”
She looked furious, “No!”
“TAKE OFF THE DAMN GLOVES!” he screamed into her face.
A tear rolled down her cheek, “Harry.”
He practically threw her wrist away from him, “That’s what I thought.”
“She deserved it!” Those words…I always tell myself them. I did deserve it. It’s like I’m breaking them up. That was never my intention. I just want to leave; run.
Harry waved his hands in her face, “Nobody deserves that!”
I was stunned to find Riley’s hand collide with Harry’s cheek, “How dare you choose her side!”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, what’s going on here?” a blonde boy ran towards us, followed by a group of people, including Perrie.
Harry’s hands fisted at his sides, “I’ll tell you what’s going on here. I’m breaking up with Riley.”
“Wait, what?” Riley said softly. “No Harry, please don’t.”
“Haz?” Perrie stepped towards him.
“Go fuck yourself,” he growled in Riley’s face. Then, he stormed towards the motorcycle.
“THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT!” Riley charged at me.
Perrie pushed her to the ground before she could even reach me. “It was you!”
A brunette guy with straight and gelled hair stared down at the girls, “I don’t even understand what’s going on.”
"Perrie stop!" Riley yelled at the blonde who was pressed against her. "Someone help me."
Another girl shrugged, "I never liked you." The rest of the group nodded to each other.
My face was suddenly covered with a helmet again, making me jump. Harry fucking scared the shit out of me.
“Sorry,” he said as he walked in front of me. “Let’s go.” I nodded and followed him to the bike. I can’t believe he’s just leaving them all like that, but I can understand him wanting to get away from Riley.
“Wait, Harry!” the darker skinned boy ran over. “What about tonight?”
Harry placed his helmet over his head, “Tomorrow. As for Riley, I'd prefer she doesn't hang out with you guys if I'm around.”
“Okay,” the boy nodded. "And trust me, we don't want her around."
With that, Harry and I got on the bike and left. I honesty had no idea where we were going because we weren’t even on the street that’d take us back to the tracks. It seems like he’s just driving just to drive. It must be his way of taking out his anger so he doesn’t get snappy with me. I know how he can be: once he’s angry, everyone is a potential target of his scream fest. Hopefully I’m left out of this one. Then again, I’d probably deserve it.
Harry’s POV:
After a while, I found the perfect place to go. I need this. I drove around a mountain until we found a deserted dirt parking lot near the top. Once I parked the motorcycle, I allowed Iris to get off first before kicking the stand down and removing myself as well. Iris had her helmet and backpack off and gave me a confused expression. I don’t expect her to know why we’re here, but she’ll understand in a second.
I yanked my helmet off and threw it to the ground before walking over to the edge of the cliff. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I screamed. Fuck this shit, fuck Riley, fuck my dad, and fuck Gemma! Fuck everything!
Iris quietly walked over and sat down by my feet and stared at the view. I took a deep breath and sat down beside her, finally calming down. “It wouldn’t be the first time,” I sighed.
“What?”
“She’s not the only person I’ve ever trusted that’s screwed me over.”
Iris brought her knees to her chest and hugged them, resting her head onto them. “People suck.”
“Yeah,” I curled my lips. “My own family sucks.”
“Right?” she shook her head and stared in the distance.
“I have an older sister, Gemma. I looked up to her and she protected me whenever I’d do something stupid. We played this one game where she’d dare me to get into trouble, and my prize was candy and she’d sneak me into her room to watch movies,” I smiled. Iris giggled a little at the story. My smile faded, “One day, she just packed her bags and left. I don’t get it. Why did she leave?”
“Was your dad hurting her too?”
I shook my head, “No, he didn’t start until she left. He's so furious with her.”
“And that’s why he’s an abusive drunk dick.” I nodded my head. She stood to her feet and held her head back. “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she screamed.
“What are you doing?”
She grinned down to me, “I don’t think the world could hear you.”
I smirked, “You’re on.” I stood up by her side and screamed, “AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
“Together,” she smiled. “One…two…three.”
“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” we screamed our lungs out. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, wanting to remember this moment.
“Thank you,” I put the fingertips of my flattened hand to my chin and brought it down so my palm faced the sky.
“You’re welcome,” she signed back. “And I’m sorry for what happened.”
I shook my head, “Don’t be, I should’ve known.”
“Harry, I broke you two up,” she frowned.
“No you didn’t, that was all her. If anything, you helped me see more clearly.”
She smiled and rubbed her arms. I watched her walk over to her backpack and pull out her coat and place it on, pulling her laptop and my iPod out as well. She walked back over and plugged my iPod into her computer and began blasting a song:
I can hold my breath
I can bite my tongue
I can stay awake for days
If that's what you want
Be your number one
“Human by Christina Perri?”
She grinned, “Our story.”
“That it is.”
I’m so thankful to have Iris in my life. She truly is helping me see the light. She doesn’t even realize what an impact she has on me, and I hope I never lose her. She’s the greatest friend you could ask for. She barely complains, she’s sweet, she’s understanding, and she’s honorable. Not only is she my guidance, but I’m her’s as well. We need each other and this is something I want to hold onto forever.
Notes
Hey guys, here's my update. Sorry for any mistakes, I didn't really check this one that much. I'm trying to get myself to post on my other story "From Lala Land to Paradise" since I haven't in a while, so if I don't update tomorrow, that's why. I just feel bad for all the subscribers that are waiting for my post, but I promise I'll try to post on here tomorrow as well.
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Question Time (I'll make it easier by giving you choices):
What do you think Harry and his friends have planned for tomorrow?
A. Going to a party.
B. Vandalizing someone's house.
C. Getting tattoos.
D. Getting drunk and high together.
Hint: It's a combination of two of those
I love this story so much!!!
11/18/17