Fearless

Chapter 14: Crash and Burn

Before I got home that day, I stopped by the store and bought a pair of blue eye contacts. I found it would be easier then getting glares from people for wearing sunglasses inside.

When I got home, Michael was furious at me for breaking his nose. I couldn't exactly tell him it was that or have his face torn off by claws so I took the punishment. Fortunately, Michael never had a child before or grounded one so he thought it would be a good punishment for me to paint the house. Of course I didn't want to say anything about his rusty parenting, painting was fine with me.

"There's a bucket of paint right over here and I want you to start with the living room. There's more paint in the garage if you need and I should be back before dinner" Michael said. "Is there anything you need me to pick up for you?"

I shook my head, "No, I'm okay".

"Alright, behave yourself" he eyed me suspiciously. I nodded as he left out the door.

I watched Michael drive off before opening the can of paint. It only took an hour of painting the wall a burgundy colour before my phone rang in the back pocket. I put the paint roller down and picked up my phone. "Hello?"

"Adara" a familiar voice said.

"Harry, I'm kinda busy right now. What do you want?"

"I need you to bail me out" his voice was horse and rough.

"Of jail?"

"No math class, yes jail!"

"What on earth are you doing in jail?" I asked, a little annoyed with Harry's attitude.

"I don't have to explain myself just get down to the police station" he ordered.

I grabbed the keys to my mom's car. Michael had it fixed only because I was left without a car for school and with his all day job, it was hard for him to drive me places. "If I'm the one bailing you out then yeah you do have to explain yourself"

A click came from the other end. Did he just hang up on me? What was wrong with Harry? I backed out of the drive way and drove off towards the police station. First he kisses me, then his eyes turn black, and now he's in jail. There's nothing worse then an unstable werewolf on drugs.

I pulled into the police station realizing I was covered in red paint. Suddenly things weren't looking so good for me either. As I walked in, there was an ambulance parked in front of the building. Two police men were standing around a body being rolled into the ambulance. As I passed the body, I noticed large claw like gashes on the side of the corpse's face. "Poor kid, he never knew what hit him."

"Must have been some rabid dog"

"Nah, there ain't no way those cuts came from no mutt"

There's no way it could have been Harry. He wouldn't do such a thing, would he? I wanted to ignore the fact that he was in jail right now but I knew I couldn't convince myself otherwise.

I set my bag on the front counter where a short thin women with red hair sat on the other side. She looked up, eyeing the red paint I was covered in. "May I help you?"she asked, hiding her suspicion with an artificial smile.

"Hi, I'm here pay for Harry Styles?"

She looked spun around on her chair, searching through a cabinet of records. "Ahh yes, Harry Styles" she pulled out a beige file.

"What's the damage?" I asked, pulling out my wallet.

"Two hundred dollars"

My eyes widened, "Two hundred?! What on earth did he do?" Sixty dollars was my limit but two hundred was far beyond my price for Harry.

"Let's see, trespassing on private property, destruction of private property, and insulting a government official" she said. I sighed, paying the two hundred dollars I had been saving for a new laptop. The women smiled as she picked up the phone. "Please bring Harry Styles to the foyer, he is free to go"

Two men in police uniforms escorted Harry into the foyer, taking off his handcuffs. They shoved him towards me. Harry eyes me up and down. "You know I find bad chicks very attractive" he winked.

I rolled my eyes, clearly not in the mood for one of his cheeky jokes. "Don't get too excited, this is paint" Harry followed me to my car. My nose flinched at the smell of wet dog as Harry got into the passenger side. "You owe me" I said, reversing out of the parking spot.

"I know" he shrugged.

"No, like you owe me two hundred dollars. Your such an idiot!" I couldn't keep my anger inside anymore. Wasting two hundred dollars on someone with an attitude was not something to just brush off. "Breaking and entering Harry? What were you thinking?"

"I need something and I didn't have the money"

"Why didn't you call me? Better yet why didn't you call any of the lads?"

"You wouldn't understand"

"Try me, and on top of that you insult a police officer!" I was yelling through the roof, I was sure everyone on the road was staring at me. "Are you on crack?"

He jerked his head to look at me. "What? I'm not on drugs! You don't know what you're talking about" he folded his arms, putting his muddy shoes on the dashboard.

"Says the criminal and get your shoes of the dashboard!" I yelled. It was like fighting with a brick wall. He slowly slid his shoes off. "What's with you lately? You use to be so sweet and now your just a jerk"

"If I wanted to spill my life story to you I would have grabbed my crying pillow. You can't tell the others about this. If they find out I'd- just keep your mouth shut" he demanded.

"I'm not covering your butt up for you, not this time. Your full of crap and you know it. You want to act like a jerk? Then you can find your own ride home" I said.

"Watch out!" Harry shouted. By then it was too late.

A large moving truck honked. My foot slammed on the brakes. The front of the truck smashed into the side of the car. Glass flying everywhere. The car flipped, sending us ten feet into the air. It only took seconds but when your about to see death, everything slows to an eternity. The car landed upside down, crushed metal pinning me to my seat. I opened my eyes. "Harry" I coughed, unable to stay conscious. The crumpled seat next to me was empty. I turned my head to see Harry walking away from the totalled car, pulling his hood over his head as he disappeared behind the people who gathered around.

Blue and red lights reflecting off the broken pieces of glass. Harry turned around, staring into my eyes. The flashing lights and gasps of surrounding people faded out.

"Harry"

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