Temptation

Chapter 91

( just a warning that this chapter could be a bit emotional for some people, I actually teared up while writing It haha so I hope you might feel the same emotions. This chapter is pretty long so it may take you some time to read it haha it also took me a couple days and plenty hours from those days to make it as perfect as I can get it so I hope you enjoy it!

Also, I deeply apologize for not updating as much as I used to. I've been crazy busy with work and school and I always try to take some time of the day to write so I really hope you understand! :) )

Harry's POV

"Yeah, well I'll see you later." I wave off my friend. I need to get home and he won't seem to shut the fuck up and my one word responses are giving him any hints.

"What the fuck dude? It's Friday." He stops in his tracks and finally shuts his mouth about who the fuck knows..I wasn't even listening.

His eyebrows are knitted together and his mouth is open. He has a slight busted lip from when his ex girlfriend punched him in the face for cheating on her. I don't blame her really.. I Blame him but I would never actually tell him that. I told him realtionships are just a waist of time but he doesn't wan't to listen to me anyway. He has that whole black hair blue eyes type shit and dont girls like that? I dont fucking know but I told him that commitment isnt needed in order to get them.

"Really? I thought it was Monday." I sarcastically remark.

"You're a sarcastic son of a bitch." He smiles. "But seriously why the fuck are you going home?"

"Stop cursing, Jackson." Mrs. Adams walks by and he smiles back at her.

"Sorry, Tara." She looks back and rolls her eyes. When she's finally gone he moves closer to me. "Dude, she's fucking hot."

"She's also in her forties."

"So?" He laughs. "Like you wouldn't Fuck her.."

"I never said I wouldn't. But we're sixteen. No way it's gunna happen so stop trying." I pat him on the shoulder and he nudges away from me.

"I'll get it some day." He mumbles and I laugh and choose to let it go. "so why the fuck are you going home? We haven't hung out in like two damn weeks and you just came back to school this week." he's said for about the billionth time today.

"I cant today." I say in annoyance. "My dad isn't home and I can't just leave my mum alone." I don't care how much of a mummy's boy I sound. He doesn't show any facial expression that he's thinking that and I mentally thank him.

"How is she?" He leans against my car and puts his hands in his front pocket to retrieve a cigarette and lighter.

I answer with a shrug of my shoulders before I begin to speak. "Okay I guess. Thankfully it hasn't spread. All she cared about was her hair," I laugh to lighten the mood.

"Sounds like your mom," he laughs along.

"With the stress my dad is giving her will make her hair fall out. I can't fucking stand him." I tighten my jaw at the mention of him right now. "Want a ride?" I change the subject before I go ballistic in this fucking school parking lot.

"Nah, that's alright man. Tell your mom I said hi," he says as he walks backwards before dropping his skateboard to the concrete and getting on it.

When I drive up to my house I notice the familiar empty garage. My father hasn't come home yet and it really isn't that much of a surprise. The house is quiet when I step inside, it's clean and looks as though no one has been inside all day. The kitchen windows are open and so is the back door.