Mistreated
Clarissa
Iris’s POV:
Then next day, I followed Harry’s instructions and turned off my hearing aids at school. Every murmur coming out of people’s mouths had no effect on me. I knew they were all trash talking me but all I heard was gibberish and all I saw was flappy mouths. For once, it didn’t bother me that people were being so rude. This is because I never realized how ridiculous people looked when they’d say these things: their posture, their neck motions, the duck lips they’d shoot me, and they sound like seals when my hearing aids are out. So bark all you want Bitches, I can’t understand a damn word you’re saying.
Anyways, the whole week I actually stayed in school the full day. Harry and Perrie would take turns bringing me lunch, which was really sweet of them since I didn’t ask them to. I’m actually beginning to like Perrie. She’s actually a great person who I turn out to have a lot in common with. She and I both love long car rides, sunsets, the beach, Juice It Up smoothies, and the restaurant Denny’s. She told me a little about her boyfriend that I now know was the darker-skinned guy from the bowling alley. He seems like a really nice guy but I’m still not sure how he’d react if he found out Perrie has been hanging out with me rather than studying or making up missed tests. What if he breaks up with her? I’d feel awful.
Harry was upset when he found out I went to school by myself on Monday, but I knew he wouldn’t want to go to school anyways. That hangover had to be a bitch. He was so drunk he was saying weird things: “You don’t like me, I get it.” What does that even mean? Of course I like him, he’s the only person my age that actually cares about me. (Well, it appears Perrie cares too) I’d be stupid not to like him. He’s truly the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me and the greatest friend I could ask for.
Which brings me to when he showed me his tattoo after school on Monday. “won’t stop ‘till we surrender…”
September 9th
“It symbolizes you and me and what we’re going through,” he explained as I scanned his tattoo. “It’s to remind me that I won’t give up because now…” he paused and looked into my eyes. “I have something to live for.” Hm, I wonder what that is.
A huge smile spread across my face, “That’s beautiful, Harry.”
“Just like you.”
“No, I have my flaws,” I playfully rolled my eyes.
“Like what?” he chuckled.
“I have this huge birthmark shaped like a poodle on my butt,” I informed him. “And might I just say, my butt is huge. Then, my teeth, not all that straight.”
“What’s wrong with a big butt?” he winked, making me blush. “And are you kidding me?” He lifted his shirt up and laughed, “I have four nipples! It doesn’t get any worse than this.”
I looked at the abnormal nipples and giggled, “They’re not even lined up and one’s bigger than the other.”
“Gee, thanks for reminding me,” he said sarcastically.
I giggled again, pulling my phone out as I did so, “I’m so changing your name to ‘Four Tits’ in my phone.”
He whined, “Can’t it just be ‘Four Nips’?”
“Nope.”
“Then I’m gonna have to take your phone from you,” he chuckled before reaching out for it. I stood up and began running down the train track full speed, but my short legs were no match for Harry’s long and strong legs. He wound up lifting me off ground and spun me around. Unfortunately, he lost his footing and we wound up falling to the grass, him towering over me. We were both panting as we stayed still. My eyes wound up finding his and for a minute, I forgot he was even touching me. I didn’t even care, I knew he wouldn’t do a thing to me. He’s different than Scott and Andrew; he’s gentle and understanding. And those eyes, I could get lost in them forever.
He eventually realized he was still gripping my arms from the fall and pulled away, “Uh sorry.” He cleared his throat and sat up. “If you’re going to call me ‘Four Tits’ then you’re ‘Poodle Ass’ on my phone.”
I gasped, “You wouldn’t.”
“Oh I would,” he challenged.
I shrugged, “Whatever.” Then, we both began laughing really hard. We’re stupid. After a couple of minutes of uncontrollable laughter, Harry grabbed my phone from me. “Don’t you dare change your name.”
“I’m not,” he chuckled. “I’m just putting on your calendar that you’re going to a party with me on Friday.”
“Harry,” I sighed. “I’m not comfortable with that.”
“You need to step out of your comfort zone,” he said, still typing away on my phone.
I brought my knees to my chest and held them there, “Your friends aren’t going to like having me there.”
“So?” he finally looked up. “I don’t give a shit, I want you there.”
“You’ll become just like me,” I frowned. “Neglected and hated.”
He scooted himself closer to me and handed me my phone back, “You aren’t either of those anymore and I’m not scared of them. They can say all they want, I want you there.”
“Sheesh, pushy,” I joked.
He chuckled, “Damn right.”
I still didn’t feel right about going, but Mr. Four Tits had a plan. Oh his plans…
September 13th
“You look great,” Perrie fixed my wig a bit.
“I can’t believe you’re making me wear a stupid wig,” I grumbled.
Harry laughed, “Well if you’re so worried about being noticed, then you have to wear that.”
“Look in the mirror and see if you like it. If you don’t, I have others,” Perrie smiled.
I stood up and walked over to the full body mirror that was hammered to her door. I had on a wavy cherry red wig that still looked very realistic. It actually looked really good on me. “I love it.”
“It brings out your eyes,” Harry grinned at me through the mirror.
“You two are adorable,” Perrie giggled.
“Huh?” Harry and I asked in unison.
Perrie nodded, “Like I said, adorable.”
I couldn’t even look at him because I was afraid of his reaction. “Anyways, can I borrow a dress too?”
She smiled, “Of course. I have plenty of dresses and I’m sure they’ll fit you perfectly.” She walked over to her closet and opened it up for me to browse. I looked at every dress hoping to find something sexy but not slutty.
“How about this one?” I pulled it off the rack and placed it in front of me.
“Definitely,” Harry grinned.
Perrie clapped her hands, “Then it’s settled. You have your dress.”
Normally, I’d object and search some more, but there’s something about having Harry’s approval that made me want to wear it all the more. I can’t even tell you how exciting this is for me.
“Now you need a name,” Perrie pouted. “Are you sure you want to be someone else?” I nodded. “Okay then, let’s brainstorm.”
“How about 'Iris'?” Harry raised his brows.
I rolled my eyes, “Well you can count Harry out of the brainstorming.” He chuckled.
“You look like a Clare,” Perrie tapped her chin.
I bit my lip and looked at the ceiling, “Hm, how about Clarissa?”
“Oh, I like that,” Perrie jumped a little.
“Clarissa Mercer?” Harry chimed in.
I shook my head, “I don’t even need a last name. No one’s gonna ask.”
“True,” Perrie nodded. “Very true.”
Harry walked over to me, “Well what are you waiting for? Put that thing on and let’s go.”
I did as I was told and headed to the bathroom, hearing Perrie say one last thing, “Someone’s greedy to see her in that dress.” After I closed the bathroom door, I slid my back down it until my butt was on the floor and smiled like I’ve never smiled before. Harry actually wants to see me in this dress.
I thought Harry was going to have some huge reaction to seeing me in the dress, but he just smiled his usual dimple flashing smile. I was still happy to see those pearly whites. I had to borrow heels from Perrie as well, plain black ones. It made me taller and actually come pass Harry’s shoulders; I'm quite proud of that. Perrie also wound up putting heavy makeup on me to make me less recognizable. She and Harry were not liking that idea, but they went along with it knowing I wouldn’t hesitate to bail on the party. I just wanted to look like a whole other person: Clarissa.
We arrived at the party late, just how Perrie likes it. She says that’s exactly how it should be.
“We may have to hold hands,” Harry said as we stood in front of Zayn’s house. “You know, so I don’t lose you in there.” I nodded in agreement knowing I wouldn’t want that to happen at all. I found myself reaching for his hand first, intertwining our fingers and gripping his arm with my free hand as I did so. He smiled, “It’s going to be okay.” I only smiled back but deep down, I’m a nervous wreck. I feel like anyone could find out who I am at any second and this worries me.
“Let’s go,” Perrie instructs us, pulling Harry’s other arm behind her as she walked to the front door and into the house.
“Harry!” People shouted as we walked in. Well, someone’s popular. This place was jam packed with all sorts of cliques from our school. There were people grinding all over each other, drinking alcohol, smoking cigarettes and weed, and making out. Then, there was the blasting yet energizing music. It’s definitely a party.
Harry waved the arm Perrie let go of, “Hey guys.”
“Who’s this?” a blonde boy walked over to us.
“Niall, this is Clarissa. Clarissa, this is Niall.”
I waved, “Hi, nice to meet you.”
“You too,” he held up his beer as if he was waving back. “You sure picked a pretty one, Haz.” I bit my lip trying to hide my smile. Someone actually called me pretty that wasn’t Harry.
Harry leaned over and whispered in my ear loud enough for me to hear, “That’s another word you can add to your paper.” I grinned at his words. That’s weird I could’ve swore I felt…butterflies. I looked down and mine and Harry’s tangled fingers. Could it be possible that I actually like him? I can’t do this, I mean, I can’t ruin what we have. But he's so sweet and adorable. Fuck my life, this is actually happening. Damn.
“Have a beer,” Zayn walked over and handed us beers.
I’ve never drank alcohol before. I’m such a goody-two-shoes even though my parents couldn’t give the slightest fuck. I’ve always felt that maybe if I was good, they’d finally notice me as the influence in the house. That’s never happening.
“Here,” Harry popped the cap of his beer off on a table and traded it for my unopened one. “Drink it.” I stared wide eyed at it. I don’t know if I can do it. I don’t know if I’m cut out for this party stuff. He leaned into my ear again, “Tonight, you’re not Mercy, you’re Clarissa. Do what Clarissa would do.”
He’s right, I’m not the same person. I’m not going to be a wimp. I can do this. I brought the bottle to my lips and began chugging the thing down. I suddenly found myself coughing at the taste.
“Geez, slow down,” Harry released my hand and pat my back.
“This shit is gross. How do you drink this all the time?”
He chuckled, “You just kind of get used to it.”
“Nasty,” I smacked my lips together, trying to rid myself of the taste.
“Try this,” Harry grabbed a bong off of a table and placed some weed into it. Afterwards, he grabbed a lighter and held the bong closer to me.
I shook my head, “Is this gonna taste gross too?”
He chuckled again, “Nah.”
“How do I even do this?”
“Just suck it in and blow it out,” he handed me the bong to hold myself. Then he got the lighter to start it's little flame, “Ready?”
I nodded and let him light the bong. I did as he said and put my lips at the mouthpiece and sucked in the smoke. I pulled my mouth away and looked up at the ceiling to release the smoke from my mouth.
“Look at that, she’s a natural,” Harry nodded.
“That was actually fun,” I beamed. I know that probably sounded stupid, but I felt so rebellious doing this shit. I liked it a lot. I need this side of me to come out more often.
“Again?” Harry raised his brows.
I gestured him to light it again, “Definitely.”
I was actually glad I wound up taking a chance and letting loose. I stuck to smoking pot since alcohol just wasn’t my thing, but Harry didn’t oppose. I think he was just glad I was even doing anything at all. I got to meet more of his friends: Liam, Louis, Eleanor, and Sophia. We all pretty much stayed in our group as other people partied hard around us. We were just fine sitting on the couches and talking about Harry. All of his friends had some interesting stories about him: most of them involving Harry being drunk. What a surprise. Not.
“Zayn, Dude, you’re out of ice,” some guy walked over, pointing to the kitchen.
Zayn sighed, “Alright, I’ll go get some from the store.”
Perrie pressed her hand to his chest, “You’re not going anywhere. You’re drunk as hell.”
Zayn held his hands up, “I’ve got people to please.”
“I’ll go get it since I’ve only had one beer,” Perrie chuckled. “It’s all good, Baby.”
“You’re the best,” he grinned and kissed her.
“We’ll come with you,” Harry volunteered. “I could use fresh air and I’m sure Clarissa could too.” Harry knows me so well. I was actually getting hot between the packed house and some of the dancing I did. I was showing off moves when Harry said I probably couldn't dance any better than him, I showed him. Some nice cold air would be nice.
“Okay, give me your keys,” Perrie stood up and extended her hand out for Harry’s keys.
He chuckled and pulled them out for her, “This is the only time I’m letting you drive my car.”
She grinned as we stood up and headed to the front door, “You said that the last two times, you’re drunk.”
I giggled and gripped Harry’s hand. I was really liking this hand holding thing, it was nice and he didn’t seem to mind it either. After all, he was then one who suggested it.
“Clarissa, get Harry away from the car!” Perrie suddenly shouted as she stared into the window of the vehicle. Harry’s grip on my hand tightened to a point that he was almost hurting me. “Mercer, go!” she yelled. I began pulling him away with all of my strength. His face was burning red with anger. What the hell is going on?
He was a tough guy to pull away, and I think he was only letting me pull him because he knew it was better for him. A bunch of scenarios ran through my mind as to what happened. Was his car trashed? Was it broken into? Were people in it? Wait…
“She’s in there with someone, isn’t she?” I turned him away from the scene. He just stared straight through me. “You’re in no shape to fight him.” He still stood frozen. “But I'm okay to fight her.” I’ve had enough of this bullshit. It’s time Riley was taken down and since I’m the confident Clarissa and not the intimidated Iris, I was about to kick this Bitch’s ass. Maybe it’s because I’m finally done with her or maybe it’s because my high self thought it’d be a great idea.
“Mercy!” Harry finally spoke as I ran away, but it was too late. I grabbed a chunk full of Riley’s hair and pulled her to the ground. I straddled her to get a good view of the face I was about to fuck up; it was her all right. She let out a bloodcurdling scream as I smashed my fist against her face. That was for Harry. I punched her fucking boob because, Man, those things are actually sensitive. That was for me. Her hand came up and slapped me across the face as her other hand gripped me and rolled us over.
“Who do you think you are!?” she screamed.
I smirked, “Your worst fucking nightmare.” Then, I rolled us back over and kneed her right in the groin. That was for just now. Suddenly two hands wrapped around me and pulled me off of her. “Let go!” I kicked and screamed.
“She’s not worth it Mercy,” Harry whispered into my ear. “She’s not worth it.” He’s right, yet again. I just stooped down to her level, how does that make me any different than her? I just turned into her. That’s not who I want to be or what I want to do. In fact, I’m ashamed I even did it.
My eyes suddenly set on the guy she was sleeping with in Harry’s car. Scott. Then again, she definitely deserved every bit of that. I smirked evilly at the two before Harry turned us around. One by one, he lifted my legs and removed my heels from my feet. He carried my heels and began walking away from the party. So I guess we’re leaving.
We wound up at the train tracks. I guess he needed to think, but why bring me? Does he still need that quiet thinking buddy? How can I be quiet? There’s so much going on in my mind right now.
“Harry, was she even invited?” He shook his head. “I’m so sorry, you didn’t deserve that.”
“In my fucking car,” he stared angrily at the trees in the distance.
My hand wound up rubbing Harry’s knee, “We’re definitely scrubbing the shit out of those leather seats.”
He slightly smiled, “I think I’d rather just sell the car for a new one.”
“I second that thought,” I grinned. Maybe it was just me, but something inside me tingled, like I needed to do this: I found myself lean towards him, gazing back and forth between his eyes and his lips the whole time. My lips met his plump ones and kissed him. I kissed him. I kissed him for a good minute before pulling away and looking into his confused eyes. He looked stunned, as well, like he didn’t expect that to ever happen. The thing that got me the most was that he didn’t speak at all. This confused me as well.
And like nothing happened, we just sat there. I stared back at the trees and removed my hand from his knee. I could feel him still gazing at me, most likely with a puzzled look. What the fuck just happened?
Then next day, I followed Harry’s instructions and turned off my hearing aids at school. Every murmur coming out of people’s mouths had no effect on me. I knew they were all trash talking me but all I heard was gibberish and all I saw was flappy mouths. For once, it didn’t bother me that people were being so rude. This is because I never realized how ridiculous people looked when they’d say these things: their posture, their neck motions, the duck lips they’d shoot me, and they sound like seals when my hearing aids are out. So bark all you want Bitches, I can’t understand a damn word you’re saying.
Anyways, the whole week I actually stayed in school the full day. Harry and Perrie would take turns bringing me lunch, which was really sweet of them since I didn’t ask them to. I’m actually beginning to like Perrie. She’s actually a great person who I turn out to have a lot in common with. She and I both love long car rides, sunsets, the beach, Juice It Up smoothies, and the restaurant Denny’s. She told me a little about her boyfriend that I now know was the darker-skinned guy from the bowling alley. He seems like a really nice guy but I’m still not sure how he’d react if he found out Perrie has been hanging out with me rather than studying or making up missed tests. What if he breaks up with her? I’d feel awful.
Harry was upset when he found out I went to school by myself on Monday, but I knew he wouldn’t want to go to school anyways. That hangover had to be a bitch. He was so drunk he was saying weird things: “You don’t like me, I get it.” What does that even mean? Of course I like him, he’s the only person my age that actually cares about me. (Well, it appears Perrie cares too) I’d be stupid not to like him. He’s truly the greatest thing that’s ever happened to me and the greatest friend I could ask for.
Which brings me to when he showed me his tattoo after school on Monday. “won’t stop ‘till we surrender…”
September 9th
“It symbolizes you and me and what we’re going through,” he explained as I scanned his tattoo. “It’s to remind me that I won’t give up because now…” he paused and looked into my eyes. “I have something to live for.” Hm, I wonder what that is.
A huge smile spread across my face, “That’s beautiful, Harry.”
“Just like you.”
“No, I have my flaws,” I playfully rolled my eyes.
“Like what?” he chuckled.
“I have this huge birthmark shaped like a poodle on my butt,” I informed him. “And might I just say, my butt is huge. Then, my teeth, not all that straight.”
“What’s wrong with a big butt?” he winked, making me blush. “And are you kidding me?” He lifted his shirt up and laughed, “I have four nipples! It doesn’t get any worse than this.”
I looked at the abnormal nipples and giggled, “They’re not even lined up and one’s bigger than the other.”
“Gee, thanks for reminding me,” he said sarcastically.
I giggled again, pulling my phone out as I did so, “I’m so changing your name to ‘Four Tits’ in my phone.”
He whined, “Can’t it just be ‘Four Nips’?”
“Nope.”
“Then I’m gonna have to take your phone from you,” he chuckled before reaching out for it. I stood up and began running down the train track full speed, but my short legs were no match for Harry’s long and strong legs. He wound up lifting me off ground and spun me around. Unfortunately, he lost his footing and we wound up falling to the grass, him towering over me. We were both panting as we stayed still. My eyes wound up finding his and for a minute, I forgot he was even touching me. I didn’t even care, I knew he wouldn’t do a thing to me. He’s different than Scott and Andrew; he’s gentle and understanding. And those eyes, I could get lost in them forever.
He eventually realized he was still gripping my arms from the fall and pulled away, “Uh sorry.” He cleared his throat and sat up. “If you’re going to call me ‘Four Tits’ then you’re ‘Poodle Ass’ on my phone.”
I gasped, “You wouldn’t.”
“Oh I would,” he challenged.
I shrugged, “Whatever.” Then, we both began laughing really hard. We’re stupid. After a couple of minutes of uncontrollable laughter, Harry grabbed my phone from me. “Don’t you dare change your name.”
“I’m not,” he chuckled. “I’m just putting on your calendar that you’re going to a party with me on Friday.”
“Harry,” I sighed. “I’m not comfortable with that.”
“You need to step out of your comfort zone,” he said, still typing away on my phone.
I brought my knees to my chest and held them there, “Your friends aren’t going to like having me there.”
“So?” he finally looked up. “I don’t give a shit, I want you there.”
“You’ll become just like me,” I frowned. “Neglected and hated.”
He scooted himself closer to me and handed me my phone back, “You aren’t either of those anymore and I’m not scared of them. They can say all they want, I want you there.”
“Sheesh, pushy,” I joked.
He chuckled, “Damn right.”
I still didn’t feel right about going, but Mr. Four Tits had a plan. Oh his plans…
September 13th
“You look great,” Perrie fixed my wig a bit.
“I can’t believe you’re making me wear a stupid wig,” I grumbled.
Harry laughed, “Well if you’re so worried about being noticed, then you have to wear that.”
“Look in the mirror and see if you like it. If you don’t, I have others,” Perrie smiled.
I stood up and walked over to the full body mirror that was hammered to her door. I had on a wavy cherry red wig that still looked very realistic. It actually looked really good on me. “I love it.”
“It brings out your eyes,” Harry grinned at me through the mirror.
“You two are adorable,” Perrie giggled.
“Huh?” Harry and I asked in unison.
Perrie nodded, “Like I said, adorable.”
I couldn’t even look at him because I was afraid of his reaction. “Anyways, can I borrow a dress too?”
She smiled, “Of course. I have plenty of dresses and I’m sure they’ll fit you perfectly.” She walked over to her closet and opened it up for me to browse. I looked at every dress hoping to find something sexy but not slutty.
“How about this one?” I pulled it off the rack and placed it in front of me.
“Definitely,” Harry grinned.
Perrie clapped her hands, “Then it’s settled. You have your dress.”
Normally, I’d object and search some more, but there’s something about having Harry’s approval that made me want to wear it all the more. I can’t even tell you how exciting this is for me.
“Now you need a name,” Perrie pouted. “Are you sure you want to be someone else?” I nodded. “Okay then, let’s brainstorm.”
“How about 'Iris'?” Harry raised his brows.
I rolled my eyes, “Well you can count Harry out of the brainstorming.” He chuckled.
“You look like a Clare,” Perrie tapped her chin.
I bit my lip and looked at the ceiling, “Hm, how about Clarissa?”
“Oh, I like that,” Perrie jumped a little.
“Clarissa Mercer?” Harry chimed in.
I shook my head, “I don’t even need a last name. No one’s gonna ask.”
“True,” Perrie nodded. “Very true.”
Harry walked over to me, “Well what are you waiting for? Put that thing on and let’s go.”
I did as I was told and headed to the bathroom, hearing Perrie say one last thing, “Someone’s greedy to see her in that dress.” After I closed the bathroom door, I slid my back down it until my butt was on the floor and smiled like I’ve never smiled before. Harry actually wants to see me in this dress.
I thought Harry was going to have some huge reaction to seeing me in the dress, but he just smiled his usual dimple flashing smile. I was still happy to see those pearly whites. I had to borrow heels from Perrie as well, plain black ones. It made me taller and actually come pass Harry’s shoulders; I'm quite proud of that. Perrie also wound up putting heavy makeup on me to make me less recognizable. She and Harry were not liking that idea, but they went along with it knowing I wouldn’t hesitate to bail on the party. I just wanted to look like a whole other person: Clarissa.
We arrived at the party late, just how Perrie likes it. She says that’s exactly how it should be.
“We may have to hold hands,” Harry said as we stood in front of Zayn’s house. “You know, so I don’t lose you in there.” I nodded in agreement knowing I wouldn’t want that to happen at all. I found myself reaching for his hand first, intertwining our fingers and gripping his arm with my free hand as I did so. He smiled, “It’s going to be okay.” I only smiled back but deep down, I’m a nervous wreck. I feel like anyone could find out who I am at any second and this worries me.
“Let’s go,” Perrie instructs us, pulling Harry’s other arm behind her as she walked to the front door and into the house.
“Harry!” People shouted as we walked in. Well, someone’s popular. This place was jam packed with all sorts of cliques from our school. There were people grinding all over each other, drinking alcohol, smoking cigarettes and weed, and making out. Then, there was the blasting yet energizing music. It’s definitely a party.
Harry waved the arm Perrie let go of, “Hey guys.”
“Who’s this?” a blonde boy walked over to us.
“Niall, this is Clarissa. Clarissa, this is Niall.”
I waved, “Hi, nice to meet you.”
“You too,” he held up his beer as if he was waving back. “You sure picked a pretty one, Haz.” I bit my lip trying to hide my smile. Someone actually called me pretty that wasn’t Harry.
Harry leaned over and whispered in my ear loud enough for me to hear, “That’s another word you can add to your paper.” I grinned at his words. That’s weird I could’ve swore I felt…butterflies. I looked down and mine and Harry’s tangled fingers. Could it be possible that I actually like him? I can’t do this, I mean, I can’t ruin what we have. But he's so sweet and adorable. Fuck my life, this is actually happening. Damn.
“Have a beer,” Zayn walked over and handed us beers.
I’ve never drank alcohol before. I’m such a goody-two-shoes even though my parents couldn’t give the slightest fuck. I’ve always felt that maybe if I was good, they’d finally notice me as the influence in the house. That’s never happening.
“Here,” Harry popped the cap of his beer off on a table and traded it for my unopened one. “Drink it.” I stared wide eyed at it. I don’t know if I can do it. I don’t know if I’m cut out for this party stuff. He leaned into my ear again, “Tonight, you’re not Mercy, you’re Clarissa. Do what Clarissa would do.”
He’s right, I’m not the same person. I’m not going to be a wimp. I can do this. I brought the bottle to my lips and began chugging the thing down. I suddenly found myself coughing at the taste.
“Geez, slow down,” Harry released my hand and pat my back.
“This shit is gross. How do you drink this all the time?”
He chuckled, “You just kind of get used to it.”
“Nasty,” I smacked my lips together, trying to rid myself of the taste.
“Try this,” Harry grabbed a bong off of a table and placed some weed into it. Afterwards, he grabbed a lighter and held the bong closer to me.
I shook my head, “Is this gonna taste gross too?”
He chuckled again, “Nah.”
“How do I even do this?”
“Just suck it in and blow it out,” he handed me the bong to hold myself. Then he got the lighter to start it's little flame, “Ready?”
I nodded and let him light the bong. I did as he said and put my lips at the mouthpiece and sucked in the smoke. I pulled my mouth away and looked up at the ceiling to release the smoke from my mouth.
“Look at that, she’s a natural,” Harry nodded.
“That was actually fun,” I beamed. I know that probably sounded stupid, but I felt so rebellious doing this shit. I liked it a lot. I need this side of me to come out more often.
“Again?” Harry raised his brows.
I gestured him to light it again, “Definitely.”
I was actually glad I wound up taking a chance and letting loose. I stuck to smoking pot since alcohol just wasn’t my thing, but Harry didn’t oppose. I think he was just glad I was even doing anything at all. I got to meet more of his friends: Liam, Louis, Eleanor, and Sophia. We all pretty much stayed in our group as other people partied hard around us. We were just fine sitting on the couches and talking about Harry. All of his friends had some interesting stories about him: most of them involving Harry being drunk. What a surprise. Not.
“Zayn, Dude, you’re out of ice,” some guy walked over, pointing to the kitchen.
Zayn sighed, “Alright, I’ll go get some from the store.”
Perrie pressed her hand to his chest, “You’re not going anywhere. You’re drunk as hell.”
Zayn held his hands up, “I’ve got people to please.”
“I’ll go get it since I’ve only had one beer,” Perrie chuckled. “It’s all good, Baby.”
“You’re the best,” he grinned and kissed her.
“We’ll come with you,” Harry volunteered. “I could use fresh air and I’m sure Clarissa could too.” Harry knows me so well. I was actually getting hot between the packed house and some of the dancing I did. I was showing off moves when Harry said I probably couldn't dance any better than him, I showed him. Some nice cold air would be nice.
“Okay, give me your keys,” Perrie stood up and extended her hand out for Harry’s keys.
He chuckled and pulled them out for her, “This is the only time I’m letting you drive my car.”
She grinned as we stood up and headed to the front door, “You said that the last two times, you’re drunk.”
I giggled and gripped Harry’s hand. I was really liking this hand holding thing, it was nice and he didn’t seem to mind it either. After all, he was then one who suggested it.
“Clarissa, get Harry away from the car!” Perrie suddenly shouted as she stared into the window of the vehicle. Harry’s grip on my hand tightened to a point that he was almost hurting me. “Mercer, go!” she yelled. I began pulling him away with all of my strength. His face was burning red with anger. What the hell is going on?
He was a tough guy to pull away, and I think he was only letting me pull him because he knew it was better for him. A bunch of scenarios ran through my mind as to what happened. Was his car trashed? Was it broken into? Were people in it? Wait…
“She’s in there with someone, isn’t she?” I turned him away from the scene. He just stared straight through me. “You’re in no shape to fight him.” He still stood frozen. “But I'm okay to fight her.” I’ve had enough of this bullshit. It’s time Riley was taken down and since I’m the confident Clarissa and not the intimidated Iris, I was about to kick this Bitch’s ass. Maybe it’s because I’m finally done with her or maybe it’s because my high self thought it’d be a great idea.
“Mercy!” Harry finally spoke as I ran away, but it was too late. I grabbed a chunk full of Riley’s hair and pulled her to the ground. I straddled her to get a good view of the face I was about to fuck up; it was her all right. She let out a bloodcurdling scream as I smashed my fist against her face. That was for Harry. I punched her fucking boob because, Man, those things are actually sensitive. That was for me. Her hand came up and slapped me across the face as her other hand gripped me and rolled us over.
“Who do you think you are!?” she screamed.
I smirked, “Your worst fucking nightmare.” Then, I rolled us back over and kneed her right in the groin. That was for just now. Suddenly two hands wrapped around me and pulled me off of her. “Let go!” I kicked and screamed.
“She’s not worth it Mercy,” Harry whispered into my ear. “She’s not worth it.” He’s right, yet again. I just stooped down to her level, how does that make me any different than her? I just turned into her. That’s not who I want to be or what I want to do. In fact, I’m ashamed I even did it.
My eyes suddenly set on the guy she was sleeping with in Harry’s car. Scott. Then again, she definitely deserved every bit of that. I smirked evilly at the two before Harry turned us around. One by one, he lifted my legs and removed my heels from my feet. He carried my heels and began walking away from the party. So I guess we’re leaving.
We wound up at the train tracks. I guess he needed to think, but why bring me? Does he still need that quiet thinking buddy? How can I be quiet? There’s so much going on in my mind right now.
“Harry, was she even invited?” He shook his head. “I’m so sorry, you didn’t deserve that.”
“In my fucking car,” he stared angrily at the trees in the distance.
My hand wound up rubbing Harry’s knee, “We’re definitely scrubbing the shit out of those leather seats.”
He slightly smiled, “I think I’d rather just sell the car for a new one.”
“I second that thought,” I grinned. Maybe it was just me, but something inside me tingled, like I needed to do this: I found myself lean towards him, gazing back and forth between his eyes and his lips the whole time. My lips met his plump ones and kissed him. I kissed him. I kissed him for a good minute before pulling away and looking into his confused eyes. He looked stunned, as well, like he didn’t expect that to ever happen. The thing that got me the most was that he didn’t speak at all. This confused me as well.
And like nothing happened, we just sat there. I stared back at the trees and removed my hand from his knee. I could feel him still gazing at me, most likely with a puzzled look. What the fuck just happened?
Notes
I feel super bad that I didn't update last night, but just so you know, it's 5AM here and I've been up writing this for you guys. Hopefully I'll update again today and then twice tomorrow. I'm so sorry, I'm just really busy between my sister and school. And now, I just realized my birthday is in a week. That's really sad that I forgot about it haha.
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11/18/17