“Are you seriously going to let this happen?” I screamed at my dad.
“It sounds fun.” He shrugged.
“They’re practically asking to kidnap me and you’re agreeing to it!” I snapped.
Marcel, Lux, and Leeroy were sitting on my couch, practically saying that they’re kidnapping me to go to the concert.
“No. I’m saying you should just go because you haven’t done anything since Long Island.”
I groaned.
“Alright boys. Take her away. Later bud.” Dad waved and exited the room.
Leeroy and Marcel quickly grabbed me.
Marcel had my legs, Leeroy had my arms.
I struggled against their grip.
Okay I’ll give it to the nerds, they had strength.
They quickly put me in the car and sped off.
“I hate you boys so very much!”
“You’ll love this.” Leeroy assured.
“I don’t care! You kidnapped me!”
“Just wait.” Marcel said, turning the corner.
Whoa. The parking lot of the school is packed.
I let myself out and found myself walking toward the crowd.
Harry laid eyes on me.
“And this next song, is for a girl I met recently. It’s new. Let us know what you think.” His deep voice echoed.
I turned around to exit and four arms stopped me.
“You’re going to stay.”
The song started but it was hard to hear over the screams.
“I’m leaving.” I groaned.
“Listen to the song and you can leave.” Marcel compromised.
“I hate you both.” I grumbled and started walking more toward the stage.
It was very rock and roll.
“Oh! She’s so mean! But, I gotta love it! And I just can’t let her go. I’m so whipped on her tiny little- She’s a tempting animal. Spends too much and I never tell her no! Drives me nuts, and she got me by the throat. She’s so mean but, I gotta love it. And I just can’t let her go. La la la la la la la la la. La la la, I just can’t let her go. La la la la la la la la la. La la la, I just can’t let her go”
I walked up to the sectioned off part of the black top.
All the boys were singing but they had different parts. Niall on guitar. Louis on drums. Zayn on base. Liam and Harry just singing.
Harry’s green eyes met mine.
“Breaks a billion hearts. I know I’m next in line. But I don’t mind. Yeah, oh oh oh oh.” He winked at me.
“I want her, everybody wants her. She knows it, eh eh eh. I want her but I better run away.” Zayn sang.
“Oh oh oh! She’s so mean but I gotta love it! And I just can’t let her go.”
Harry went back to the middle of the stage.
“I’m so whipped on her tiny little- She’s a tempting animal. Spends too much and I never tell her no! Drives me nuts, and she got me by the throat. She’s so mean but, I gotta love it. And I just can’t let her go. La la la la la la la la la. La la la, I just can’t let her go. La la la la la la la la la. La la la, I just can’t let her go.”
Harry rocked out the last few notes before the song ended.
“Thanks everybody! We’re the Notes! You were incredible!” Harry yelled before jumping off stage.
“The Notes? Original.” I laughed as all the boys surrounded me.
“Well if it isn’t the tempting animal herself.” Niall swung an arm around me.
“Hands off leprechaun.” I shoved him away.
“Looks like you can’t get a hold of her in the first place let alone let her go.” Liam laughed.
I laughed too. I had to give him that.
“So…you wrote that about me?” I asked Harry, crossing my arms.
“Did you like it?” He shoved his hands in his skinny jeans.
I couldn’t help but huff.
“What?” He looked at me confused.
“I deserve those goddamn legs!” I yelled.
He chuckled.
“You’re jealous of my legs?” He smirked in amusement.
“You have a thigh gap! I cannot get one of those to save my life!” I groaned.
“Want my V-lines too?” He lifted up his shirt.
I gulped.
Very, very, very indented V-lines lingered his body.
I think I read somewhere that V-lines are formed by vigorous physical activity or sexual activity. Either way…I bit my lip.
“So um…we’re going to work on that project right?” I glued my eyes to his.
Eyes up Emily.
Nothing but eyes.
He put his shirt back down.
“Course. Later guys.” He tipped his fedora and started walking out with me.
“One thing.” I said, holding up a finger.
I grabbed his fedora and launched it into the crowed of screaming teens.
“No more fedoras. You’re bugging me with them.” I cringed and started walking again.
* * *
Harry and I sat alone in my room, text book open between us.
We were almost done with our project.
“Therefore Shakespeare was an idol to many. And done!” Harry groaned and threw himself back on my bed.
Dad had decided to go out.
I swear to God I think he wants me to be with Harry.
I groaned and fell back myself.
It was almost ten at night.
“What are we going to do for the rest of the night?” Harry asked.
I laughed.
“You’re taking your ass home and I’m going to bed.” I kicked his side with my foot.
He got up and put the project in his bag.
“Guess what?” Harry said, pulling out his phone.
“What?”
He put on an upbeat song.
“You’re going to have fun.” He pulled his hoodie over his head.
“What are you doing?” I sat up.
“Stripping.” He smiled cheekily.
“Oh hell no!” I shot up and threw his hoodie at him.
Come on Emily enjoy the lap dance.
I think not!
He slowly started unbuttoning buttons on his shirt.
Jesus Christ.
“Harry.”
He flung the shirt my way.
“Wait stop.” I grabbed his phone and paused the music.
Harry laid on my bed, hands behind his head.
I climbed next to him.
“Don’t move.” I whispered.
I raised his arm up more, admiring his tattoos.
“What’s with the butterfly?” I giggled.
“No idea. A lot of my tattoos are really random.”
“I like the heart. It’s cute.” I admitted.
I made him turn over.
“What’s this?” I traced the wavy oval with a stick in it.
“Lux drew that. When she was about four. It’s a guitar.”
Awe.
“You’re a sweet brother.” I let him turn back over.
“Coat hanger? Three nails? What’s with all this stuff?” I laughed.
“Different stories.” He shrugged.
“You, have a cross on your hand?” I picked up his left hand. I’d never noticed that.
“Yeah.”
“Very Demi Lovato.” I laughed.
I searched his arm for other tattoos that caught my eye.
“What’s the cursive G for?” I asked.
“Gangster!” He cheered.
“Liar.” I stuck my tongue out.
I leaned over and examined his other arm.
“Things I can’t?” I looked at him.
“Okay I’ll tell you if you tell me something I ask.” He compromised.
“Fine.” I grumbled.
“When my parents died…I had no one. And I had to take care of Lux during the time. So many things happened in those few weeks. And everybody wanted answers to things I had no idea about. So I got the tattoo. Things I can’t. Things I can’t explain were happening to Lux and I couldn’t tell her everything I wanted to. She’s too young.”
My heart ached for Harold.
If I hadn’t had dad I could imagine getting through Halle and mom’s death.
I grabbed his hand and intertwined it with mine.
“I’m sorry.” I whispered.
“My turn.” He let go of my hand.
Most of the time I didn’t want him touching me. And when I did he refused.
“Who is he and what did he do to you?” Harry asked, sitting up.
“Harry I really don’t think-”
“Please. I’m just trying to get to know you.”
“I don’t want you to know me!” I said through clenched teeth.
“I don’t care. Emily I’m trying to get to know you because I care about you.”
“Get out of my house!” I yelled.
“Emily.” He rested a hand on my knee.
Unlike usual me, I broke down.
Harry quickly moved by my side and rubbed my back as I sobbed.
Everything was flashing back. Every little detail. Every word. Everything.
He pressed his lips to my hair and mumbled, “You don’t have to tell me.”
I tried calming my breathing and sniffled.
“He- His name is Troy.” I sniffled.
Harry just rubbed my back.
“He um…he forced me.” I nodded, looking down, disgusted with myself.
“Oh my God.”
“Do you see why you shouldn’t try to get to know me?” I sobbed.
“Emily I don’t care! I don’t care about that at all. I mean of course I feel like ripping this Troy guy’s head off but I don’t care Emily. All I care about is you.”
And that I couldn’t handle.
I turned and slammed my lips against his.
He was in shock for a moment before moving his lips in sync with mine.
A knock at my door broke our 3-second kiss apart.
I wiped my face and stood up.
“Come in.” I called.
“Hey. Guess who invited their selves over for movie night?” Leeroy burst in.
All the boys piled themselves into my room.
“You’re f*cking me.” I groaned.
“Living room we go!” Liam chanted.
The boys filed out of my room and downstairs.
I blocked the door before Harry could leave as he was putting his shirt back on.
“Friends?” I stuck a hand out.
He nodded and shook my hand.
Friends. That’s all we needed to be.
Besides maybe if I was lucky, I could be out of this place in no time.
* * *
Four pizzas (one and a half for Niall alone), two movies, and 5 snoring boys later, I was exhausted. Harry was dozing off as well.
The door creaked open.
“Where have you been?” I whisper-yelled.
“A better question is what happened to the living room?”
“You left me alone with six crazy teenage boys. What the hell?” I groaned.
“Those boys are harmless. Plus I told them that you knew how to work an ak47.”
I laughed. Classic dad.
Harry sat up a bit.
“Sir.” Harry said once he noticed my dad.
“Harold. Do me a favor and get your friends out of my house.”
“Again, their his friends not mine!” I called as he started walking up the stairs.
I got up and pulled on my tee shirt.
“So I’ll see you at school Monday.” I nodded to Harry as I started kicking the boys to get up.
Dad was right this wasn’t very nice.
“Well then.” Leeroy huffed and sat up.
Once all the boys were up they all said their goodbyes and left…yet of course, leaving Harry.
“So…” He smiled at me.
I opened the door and ushered him out.
“Goodnight Emily.” He smiled.
“Goodnight.” I smiled back slightly, shutting the door.
I leaned against the door and sighed.
Ding dong.
Huh? Maybe one of the boys forgot something.
I opened the door to a pair of lips on mine.
“Friends.” Harry said when he pulled away and started walking home.
I shut the door and locked it, dialing in the security code.
“Ruthless, deceptive, keen little bitch.” I grumbled.
“Well someone’s feeling expressive today.” Dad said, coming downstairs from his shower.
“You have to stop inviting him over. Seriously dad.” I groaned, sitting on the edge of the couch before I flipped backwards, laying on the couch.
I mean he’s been here not even 3 hours and we’ve already made out. Jesus never let him stay for dinner.
“He’s a nice boy. I mean Troy was nice to but-” “Would you stop it?! Just stop it! Did it ever f*cking occur to you that mom allowed me to get a restraining order from Troy for a reason?! God!” I yelled, storming up to my room.
I hugged my knees as I let tears fall.
Mom would’ve understood.
Halle would’ve been here to comfort me.
And mom would’ve been downstairs telling dad I didn’t mean it.
But they weren’t here.
No one was here.
Just me and dad.
So you guys will recognize a certain song in the words below :D
Updates won't be as often because being in HS is harder than it looks and I have so much homework lately plus things are coming up and updates are getting harder to do.
I'm trying guys! Hope you enjoyed the double update!
Much love.
PS: OMFG ZAYN FREAKING MALIK IS ENGAGED LIKE MY LIFE IS OVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! But I still support Zerrie but still :,,(
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