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Chapter Sixteen-

( Wow. I feel like I haven't updated in forever tbh. But yeah I'm here. So I hope you enjoy. Tbh I have a love/hate relationship with Wattpad's new writing formatting, so forgive me if I make a few mistakes. Xx TS.)

Moments - One Direction

She Will Be Loved - Maroon 5

Something That We're Not - Demi Lovato

Numb - Nick Jonas

Honeymoon Avenue - Ariana Grande

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Mercy

For the amount of time that Harry and I were gone, after I had managed to sneak out of my house, I hadn't thought once of the consequences. But that was before I saw my dad standing out on the front porch, arms crossed over his broad chest and a frown engraving his features. He looked ready for work in his usual attire for early mornings, but that's when I knew that Lucas had told him about me.

"I'll see you in a few hours Harry." I took hold of the door handle and pushed it open with a quick look back at him. But he grabbed my forearm before I could take a step out into the cold winter air.

"Are you sure you don't want me to just take you to my place?" He asked. "You can borrow some of my sisters clothes and we'll get to school around lunch. After sleeping, of course."

"My dad already saw me," I sighed. "Just pick me up later, like you said."

"C'mon Mercy," He pleaded tiredly. "It's my fault that you're in trouble with your dad. I'll even take the blame for it tomorrow and tell him that I forced you to come; I'll make up something." I gave him a look. "Do you really wanna be yelled at this early in the morning?"

"Not really."

Looking over my shoulder, I peered at my dad while he stared at me and Harry. I already knew he had been watching me, watching us, but I didn't really have the confidence to go inside and face him, especially this early in the morning. But I could only pray that when I did get home from school tonight, he would either be still working late or out with Abigail. I knew I had made my decision before even looking back at my dad.

"Mercy Claire Grey!" My Dad's voice boomed across our front yard. I'm pretty sure even the neighbors and surrounding houses heard him even this early.

I sighed inaudibly and shut the car door before buckling myself back into the seat. Harry seemed satisfied with my actions and nodded his head as he pulled back out onto the street toward his house.

"Is it bad that I'm doing this?" I asked aloud, though it was only meant to stay in my head. "Harry?"

"Does it feel bad?" He countered simply.

With look down at my intertwined fingers in my lap, I bit my lip and shrugged assuming he was looking at me. I guess doing this at this time in the morning was better than being yelled at by my dad then only sleeping for a few hours before going to school. Louis was going to kill me, Trinity was going to kill me, and ultimately my dad was going to kill me too.

Lovely.

"The only part that feels bad is being yelled at by my dad." I laughed dryly. "I guess this is being a teenager. Making bad choices, regretting them, then realizing that it was too fucking fun to regret."

"So you had fun tonight?" He asked.

"I'm having mixed feelings."

"But would you do it again?" I shrugged and he smiled at me. "Would you Mercy?"