Aiden & Harlow (Wattpad version)

Feelings

Harlow

Aiden brought me home and dropped me off, then left. I carried my backpack into the house and went up to my room. I unzipped it and tossed my dirty clothes into the hamper.

Someone knocked on my door.

"Hey, Dad."

"Hey, so how was the trip?"

"It was okay."

I put my stuff away, then placed my backpack in the closet.

"Did anything happened?"

I set my notepad on my desk. "We ate, talked, and hung out."

"Is that all you did?"

I rolled my eyes. "Yes. But I'm confused."

"About what?"

"Aiden doesn't seem like the type that needs a babysitter."

"What do you mean?"

I sat down on my bed. "Did you ever spend time with someone and learn things about them?"

Dad sat down next to me. "Yeah."

"I know Aiden has a reputation, but he didn't disrespect me or make a move on me. He talked to me." I looked at my dad.

My dad looked at me. "Hunny, it wasn't so much about you babysitting Aiden. It was more about you helping him."

I knitted my brows. "What do you mean?"

"Aiden got himself into some trouble with the wrong people."

I pressed my lips together.

"When I got together with your mom, her dad hated the idea. He hunted us down. It didn't end well, and I let your mom go."

"But you and mom are still together."

"Yeah, but I thought it was better if I wasn't in her life." My dad looked at me. "I was wrong."

I knew some things about my parents but not everything. I know they love each other.

"Look, I know you and Aiden have issues with each other. But sometimes, it takes a special girl to show a bad boy why they matter."

I nodded. My dad got up and left. My family didn't need to convince me about Aiden. I saw a different side to him while growing up with him. When he didn't think people were paying attention, I was. He would read over watching TV. Even when he did things people disapproved of, he hid it from his mom, not wanting to disappoint her. He enjoyed hanging out with his dad. He could look at you like you're the only person in the room while maintaining a conversation.

Even with his teasing, he meant no harm. He could easily sleep with me this weekend, but he didn't. What did he do that was so bad?

*******
Aiden

I came into the house with my bag.

Dad came out of the kitchen. "How was your weekend?"

"It was fine."

"Did anything happen?"

"No, we hung out and talked."

"What did you discuss?"

"The art submission."

"Oh."

I went upstairs to my bedroom. I set my bag down on the floor, removed my leather coat, and tossed it on a chair. Someone knocked on my bedroom door. I turned to see Mom standing in the doorway. She entered my room.