•Coming Soon• That Bradford Bad Boy

Come With

(A/N) Wow, the amount that this update sucks is utterly unbelievable. I'll do the next one soon.
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"You don't have to come with us." I say.

"I know." Harry says. He had decided to walk home with me and Taylor.

After PE I had another elective class and Taylor convinced me to join Home Economics with her and Harry. Best class ever. Niall, Liam, and Louis had it with Taylor, Harry, and I. Which was just awful for the teacher, whom of which I could tell had already grown a negative liking toward us.

"Is this a normal day in P.E. or something?" Taylor asks aloud to no one in particular as we were walking home.

"Well, if you just let the devil reside in hell and leave him alone he ruins lives less frequently." Harry answers, slipping his arms around Taylor's shoulder. I roll my eyes discreetly.

"So, basically saying what?" I ask, ignoring the arm around Taylor's shoulders.

"I'm saying Oliver should have just let our team get beat. It's happened before. He didn't need to call Zayn out there. Don't stir the beast."

"So you're saying that Zayn isn't a 'problem' if you leave him alone?" Taylor asks.

"Not necessarily." Harry says. "Just like the devil, even if you aren't really having a problem with him at the moment, it doesn't make him not a problem. The devil's greatest accomplishment was convincing the world that he didn't exist."

"Huh. I guess that makes sense." I mumble to myself.

"Yeah." Taylor says, walking closer to Harry. Soon we were coming up our house and I chortle, wondering when Taylor and Harry were going to catch the clue that my dad wasn't going to be happy about the whole touchy-touchy feely-feely business going on between the two of them.

Soon we were walking up the driveway and I look at the two oblivious hopeless romantics. I wonder when they were going to understand.

"So what do you think?" Harry asks Taylor, but I answer before she can.

"I think the two of you are gonna get screamed at by my dad if you don't remove your arm from Taylor's shoulders."

Harry quickly removes his arms and steps away from Taylor.

I honestly thought it was funny. That was until the front door opens and my dad was standing there with his arms crossed.

My stomach drops. I look over at Harry and he looked petrified.

"In the house." My dad says tiredly. Taylor and I scurry into the house and Taylor looks back at Harry and gives him a sorrowful look.

He just stares back at us terrified. My dad closes the door and I feel on edge; that just happened.

Taylor kicks off her shoes, drops her bag, and runs upstairs.

Just lovely. I grab her stuff and jet up the stairs after her. I open her door and see her lying face down in the middle of her bed. I drop her stuff in the corner to let her know I was in here but I'm pretty sure that she already knew that.

"I am a despicable human being." She says, her voice muffled. I sigh. She was quoting Disney movies again.

I shove her over some and lie face down with her. "What makes you a despicable human being?" I say my voice muffled as well.

"I basically just got Harry murdered." She says with a dying whale sound. "I am a despicable human being."

"Stop it." I say looking over at her. She lifts her head and looks over at me, and her eyes were actually red. Like I kid you not they were legitimately red.