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19 :: drAmA

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song: good for you - selena gomez, A$AP rocky

mood: harry is a little scared and valerie is mad at her parents

date: wednesday, 27 July

time: 1:42pm

special text: i'm sorry valerie, but i've been lying about something and, as much as i want to tell it to you, i can't. because you'll hate me when you know - harry,

Valerie's Point of View

My hands are shaking. I'm too scared to go downstairs, but I feel like I have to. I'm breathing heavily, knowing that my parents will go crazy when they see the livingroom-- the room that's full of empty bottles and a guy covered in tattoos. Suddenly there's a loud scream from my mother. She must be downstairs! I run as fast as I can and when I run into the livingroom, I see my parents in shock. "Yo-You," I'm not so sure what my dad was going to say, but it sure as hell isn't good. "Valerie!" My mother yells at me. "Why the fuck is our livingroom full of empty bottles?!" My eyes widen open-- she didn't mention a guy. Now that I think about it, I notice that there's nobody on the couch. Did he seriously leave me all alone in this fucked up situation? "And why are there tampons everywhere? Did you have a party?!" I open my mouth, but then I remember that I don't have any explanation for this, because Harry left the house.

"I-I just," I'm trying to make a good lie, but my brains are one, black hole. My hangover is getting worse and I need to throw up really bad. Just when I'm about to tell my parents that I have given a party, the toilet door opens and Harry walks towards us. "I'm so, so sorry Mr. and Mrs. Addams. Your daughter asked if I could come over, so I did, but I've been giving her a little too much alcohol. I couldn't think normal, because I was already a little tipsy too," My father looks angry, furious. He looks like he could kick Harry's ass any moment. "If you even dare to come near my daughter again, I will fucking punch you in the face until you can't breathe anymore," My dad walks towards Harry, and looks full of anger in Harry his eyes. He gives a punch in Harry's stomach and Harry makes a painfull face. I jump in front of my dad.

"What the fuck dad! He didn't deserve that punch! Yesterday we've been in the club for a few hours because I wanted to get drunk! After that Harry asked if I wanted to see his dog, so I said yes! I was the one who wanted to get wasted, and he first disagreed. You shouldn't be punching him you bastard!" I scream full of anger at him, and he looks a little shocked by the fact that I called him a bastard. Never have I ever called my dad a bastard or what so ever. "You! Go to your room, now! This is my house, and I've just decided that you're grounded until you're moving out! My house, my rules!" My dad yells at me. My eyes widen open and before I go upstairs to my room, I give Harry a extra long kiss, just to irritate my parents-- especially my father. Harry smirks and winks at me before I go upstairs, to my room. When I arrive at my room, a few tears drop at my floor. I slam my door, as childish as it sounds, and jump onto my bed. I hear my father going crazy towards Harry, and it's so hard for me to (no) control myself and don't go downstairs and scream at my father.

Harry doesn't deserve this. After a few minutes, I hear a door shut. A few seconds later I hear my mom and dad discuss about me. They probably think I'm a bad kid-- not that I can disagree with that. Lets just say that I'm not the perfect daughter. "Valerie, come downstairs!" My mom screams a little, but I can tell by her voice that she isn't angry anymore. I walk downstairs, and as I walk into the kitchen, my dad whispers something which I can't hear because my mom walks into the kitchen with her high, pointy heels. "Valerie, who was that guy?" I look right into my mother her eyes, and I don't know why, but I feel like she knows him. "His name is Harry, he lives behind our house," My moms eyes widen a little, but she tries to hide her shock. She definitely knows him.