The Bad Boys Girl (H.S) Rewritting

Chapter 20

Sarah's pov

I found myself waking up from movement under me and noticed that i had fell asleep on harrys chest, I lift myself up off of him. 

"Well, good evening sleepy head, I think it is time i should be getting you home for the night." He says in almost a whisper. 

i only managed to say mhmm- as i rub my eyes. once he gets up from off of the couch he checks his phone, and thats when i check mine as well. i had a few missed text messages, 3 from my mom, and one from jamie. I open them 

From Mom: Is everything okay? 

From Mom: Where are you, the school called and told me you missed class? 

From Mom: Sarah Leah Walker, if you dont text me back here soon... 

From Jamie: HEY! I HEARD THERE WAS A LOCKDOWN AT THE SCHOOL! ARE YOU OKAY!? 

I rub my eyes again before i decide to text my mom back first. 

To Mom: Please have an open mind for what i explain.. Sorry I havent texted you sooner, i had fell asleep, but i am on my way home now. 

To Jamie: Yeah, Im fine.

I stand up and stretch my bones, with a big yawn.

"Oh wow," I hear harry mumble, and i look over at him and hes stil looking at his phone. 

"what?" i ask curiously. 

"Okay so, you know how there was a lockdown today?" he looks up at me with concern on his face. 

"Yeah?" I frown slightly 

He lets out a sigh, and shakes his head. "Never mind, its just  a lot of bullshit." 

"What happened?" 

He doesn't say anything at first it just looks like he is scrolling through his phone, before replying, he promises, "I will tell you on the way to drop you off. Im sure your parents are worried sick.. fuck." He looks out his window and there was a light glowing outside. "Follow me really quick, my uncle is ruthless."  

I follow him and he leads me upstairs to his room, and closed the door, "I hate that he stays here, he's such a fucking annoyance." Harry rolls his eyes, his eyes finally looking at mine, before hearing the door open, and close. 

"I'm sure he isn't that bad." I shrug. 

Letting out a half laugh, he runs his fingers through his hair, and shakes his head once more. He moves his way to his closet and pulls out a black hoodie and pulling it over his head. "Here." Harry throws me his beanie, "It's kind of cold out." 

"Oh," I say, observing his hand knit gray beanie, it smelled like him.  I place it on my head, and look at him with a smile. "It's snug." He smirks at me. 

"It looks well on you." He rasp. 

"Harry!" His uncle was heard, and Harry rolls his eyes. 

"Shit, I'll be back." He said, annoyed and opened his room door. He closed it once he left and I couldn't help but look around his room. It made me smile a little to see how his room was.

I looked at a picture frame and Noticed that it was a younger him, with an older looking girl and a lady with brown hair with two missing front teeth. Harry was holding a big brown plush bear, that had a green bow tie. He had on a cardigan sweater.   This must've been his sister. 

I walked up to the frame and admired it. I look over and noticed a picture of an older woman, it looked to be a portrait, she had dark curly hair, her eyes were glowing, she was beauitful. Without hesitation, i knew she was Harry's mother. 

I looked around the room some more, on his dresser. Until I noticed a ziplock bag, it made my heart drop, colorful pills inside with small drawings on them such as skulls, rockets, smiley faces.. 

Before I could comprehend on putting the bag down, the door opened.

He looked at me, his eyes staying on mine, he spoke.

"What the hell are you doing?" He snarled, his hands looking at the bag in my hand.

"I-" I began.

"Enough!" He yelled, walking past me and snatching up the bag, putting in his closet. That's when i realized they were drugs.. 

He Slammed his closet door close and looked back at me.

"I'm sorry!" I blurt, feeling the need to cry. "They were visible."

"You didn't eat any did you?" he said running his fingers through his hair. 

"No, I-I was just looking.. I- I didn't know they were-" 

"Save it." 

I was just standing there awkwardly. He needed help, he needed to stop doing this because his friends aren't always going to be there to bail him out of jail.

I wasn't looking at him anymore, but on the ground, finding my feet more fascinating.

"I'm sorry if I sounded rude." He stated. His voice low.

I raise my eyebrows, "Harry, you need to stop this." 

He didn't bother to look at me he was thinking. His hands were balled, and he was frowning. "This is what I've been trying to tell you. They aren't mine." He breath, "I have a drug lover living with me, so I needed a way to make money, and selling was my best option, he buys from me."

"This isn't all of it?" I gulp.

"No, it is not." He answers.

Harry was caught up in selling drugs.

"You could go to jail." I choke. "Do you sell at school?"

"They're my uncle's." He says, "that's all you need to know. I appreciate your concern, but no thank you. Lets get you home.." he rolls his eyes, grabbing his keys.

"You shouldn't want to get addicted, Harry." I said wiping my eyes.

He moves closer to me clenching his jaw. "I'm not taking the fucking pills.." He growls. "Do i not look sober to you?"

I gulp. "I wouldn't know, Harry. I never seen drugs in my life, besides marijuana... and that's because of you." 

his eyes softened when he saw my tears and he brush my cheek and lowered his voice. "Good girl." He purrs. "let's go."