Redemption

Spencer's POV




We were sitting in a fancy restaurant that I had been to a million times. We were sitting in a booth, secluded to the back of the room. We were gaining constant stares.
They knew who Harry was.
They knew who I was.

Louis and Niall were sitting at a table close by, keeping a close eye on us but pretending they were not here to guard us.
My guards however, were standing at each of the exits. A little protective I would say.

"So have you decided?", Harry pressed. He hasn't stop asking me since the car trip over here.
"I-I don't even want to move. I like my home", I say in a small whisper.
"You're just saying that. I know about the people at your school. I know about those wicked twin sisters of yours", he said. He knew?
He seems to be the only one who has ever noticed. Nobody ever has. Nobody has ever asked.
That's why I like to keep to myself. Because nobody cares if you are the quiet shy type.


"You're just saying that you want to stay because you are afraid of me. But whether you like it or not, we are going", he said, looking me dead in the eye.
I quickly flicked my eyes down to the table, avoiding his wandering eyes at any cost. "Spencer", he spoke in his husky voice. "I'm going to ask you a question. It's really simple. You just need to tell me the straight answer"
I nodded my head, glancing up at him shyly. There was no way I was going to refuse a scary gang leader.



There was a long pause before he took a small breath and opened his mouth to speak, "Where are two of you most favourite places in the entire world?"

"That's easy. New York and Paris", I say after a moment of silence.
I looked up at Harry and he gave me a small smile, "Why?"
That was more than 1 question.
"B-Because I like the beautiful lights and city", I say, nodding my head and agreeing with myself. Good answer, Spencer. It's true. I love the city. And the night lights.
"Well, just your luck then isn't it?", he smirked.
Oh god.
"W-Why?", I asked, hints of fear in my eyes.
He smiled at me before saying, "We're moving. To those places"
"We can't move to two places", I say, frowning.
"Who says we can't. I do a lot of business in both those cities anyway. We would be travelling a lot", Harry spoke.



I looked over across the room, looking at people whispering about us and staring.
They are probably wondering why I straight and narrow person like me would be hanging around the bad boy.
Everyone always saw me as a good girl. It sort of gave me a thrill, knowing that they are starting to think of me as a little rebel.
It was kind of fun.
I smiled a little before turning back to Harry.
"What?", he asked, with amusement across his face.
"Nothing", I say, shaking my head and trying to wipe the small smirk from my face. But it was just too good.
I'm not the perfect little girl they all thought I was.

"You're beautiful", Harry's hand reached across to me, brushing some hair from my face. "Tell me Spencer, Have you ever been kissed?"
My smile dropped and redness flushed against my cheeks. Oh my.
"Don't be embarrassed. I'm happy. No-one should ever have the privilege of kissing such a beautiful soul. The only one you should ever kiss is me. And that is who you are ever going to kiss", he smiled, dropping his hand onto the table. I stared at it in embarrassment.
How did on earth did he even know?



"What do you dream about, Spencer?", he asked, lacing his fingers together and looking up at me with nothing but interest in his eyes.
"I-I don't know", I shrug.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't remember my dreams. It's not like they would even come true anyway. That's the point of them being dreams", I shake my head.
Harry frowned before saying, "Edgar Allan Poe once said 'All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream'"
"Okay?", I frown.
"One day you will understand what it means. But please, remember it", he speaks, grabbing his coat from next to him along with his phone wallet and keys.
I grabbed my things and followed him out the door, watching him slam down a $100 note onto the front counter without stopping for his change.
He must be much to rich, to be giving out free money like that.
So is my family, but my parents are too prude to spend it on things we actually need.
But I am always donating my monthly allowance to charity.


"Have you been to college?", I ask Harry in the car on the way home.
He smiled and nodded my head, "But it was a waste of time"
"Why?", I asked curiously and Harry laughed.
"Well I don't know about you Spencer but I have never come across a university that specialises in running a gang", he is cocky.


"We should probably go around the back way. I don't want people to see me walking into your house with you. It will look bad", he said as we pulled into the driveway, opening the huge gates that looked like they belonged with a castle.
He's right though. Even though I want people to see. Sort of...
We pulled around the side which resembled an alley way. It was kind of creepy.
I never came around here. I liked to hand around at the most beautiful creek that I have ever seen, right at the very back of our property. It's the place I go to escape.
I haven't showed anyone but Grace, my 'maid'.
I hate calling her that though. Especially since she is more of a mother to me than my real one is.
Grace sung me to sleep when I was a baby.
Read me bedtime stories when I was a toddler and child.
Sat with me in the late hours of the night to help me with my homework in the first few years of high school.
And now, sneaks into my room late at night, when everyone is asleep so that we can pig out on chocolate and sweets while watching Teen Wolf. My guilty pleasure. Dylan O'Brien is my bitch.

"You know, you're kind of a hustler. And a freak", I spoke before thinking.
Within seconds Harry had stopped walking and pulled me into his chest. A smirk etched across his face, making his deep dimples much more noticeable.
"You know you are kind of a princess. And a prude", he said.
"I am not!", I defend.
"Yeah?", he said, grabbing hold of my bum with both hands and squeezing, making me gasp. He then decided to kiss up my neck, trying to get a reaction out of me.
As much as I didn't want to give in, I was gasping and trying to push him off.

"You see Spencer. You've never kissed a guy. Or even a girl. You've never had sex or done anything close to it You don't even let people touch you without trying to push them away", Harry smirked, nudging me against the wall.


"But I find it so fucking hot"

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