Damaged Innocence - Harry Styles FanFiction

The Scary Future

“I’m bullet proof, nothing to lose, fire away, fire away.” I hummed quietly under my breath as I shut the water off in the shower and wrapped a warm towel around my body.

I jumped out, quickly drying my body so that I could wrap my wet hair in the towel. I pulled on a matching black bra and underwear set. I unwrapped the towel from my hair and ran a brush through the wet, tangly mess.

I was in a really good mood today. Harry and I had fallen asleep quickly last night, and I had woken up practically on top of him. The light streaming in from the window had woken me up, and I realized it was already ten.

After spending about seven minutes getting out of Harry’s death grip, without waking him up, I jumped into the shower. I felt good. I felt fresh and clean. Not to mention, I smelled really good as well.

I cracked open my bathroom door that lead into my room, and checked to make sure Harry was still asleep. He was. He was lying on his back with his shirt off, as usual, and his head was cocked to the side slightly, his eyes shut. He looked like an innocent little boy, not a side that I saw a lot.

I smiled to myself before walking out of my bathroom, my body exposed, into my closet that was across the room. I closed the door and began riffling through my drawers and all the clothes I had hanging up. My closet was huge, yet I always had such a hard time figuring out what to wear.

After going through my stuff, I decided on simple black leggings and a large grey jumper that came almost mid thigh. I sat down at my vanity, which was in the back of my closet. I put on black mascara and concealer, leaving my face pretty natural.

I walked out of my closet, to see Harry sitting up in bed and looking out my window, which had a great view of the pool in our backyard.

“You’re up.” I stated, sitting at the edge of the bed, across from Harry.

He turned to look at me, grinning at me, his eyes lighting up. I giggled at his morning hair, which was crazy, his curls going in all directions.

“I’ve been up for about twenty minutes.” He replied, pulling me onto his lap so that my legs wrapped around his waist. His morning voice was dark and low, I had never heard anything more sexy.

“Oh, did my shower wake you up?” I asked, looking at him. He reached up to my damp hair, twirling a piece around his finger before tucking it behind my ear.

“No, I woke up when you got out of bed. It’s like even when I’m sleeping, my body knows when you’re not next to me.” Harry said, kissing my lips. I hummed in satisfaction, but stopping mid-kiss and pulling back.

“Wait.” I stopped, Harry raising his eyebrows in question. “If you’ve been up for twenty minutes then did you see me walk across the room half naked, and pretend you were asleep?”

Harry gave me a big innocent smile that made dimples slice through his cheeks, as he started laughing. My mouth dropped open and I slapped his bare arm that held multiple tattoos. He laughed harder, his hands wrapping around my waist as I rolled my eyes.

“I couldn’t help it, my eyes were shut and you just walked by and I didn’t want to just talk and scare you…” He said, but it was obvious he was bullshitting it.

“Sneaky bastard.” I mumbled, making Harry laugh again as he leaned forward to kiss me.

“I saw it all last night, baby.” He said in between kisses. My face grew hot just at the thought of last night. It had been incredible, but I was still shy about my body. It would take a while to get used to that.

“I remember quite well.” I replied. Harry smirked, his face going to the crook of my neck so that his curls tickled my cheek lightly.

“Let’s get up, and I’ll help you pack.” He mumbled against my neck.

“Pack for what? Where are we going?” I giggled as Harry blew his hot breath against my neck.

“Back home.” He replied.

I leaned back so that I could see Harry face to face. I sighed quietly and gave him a sad smile.

“Harry, I have to stay here. I have to stay with my parents.” I said. Harry’s eyes grew sad, but I think he had expected that to be my reply.

“But why,” he moaned. “You hate it here. Why would you want to be somewhere that you’re unhappy at?”

Good question.

“I have to tough it out, Harry, until the end of Senior year. Trust me, nothing sounds better than to go and live with you. The past two weeks have honestly been some of the best weeks I’ve had…but I can’t.”

Harry nodded silently.

“And your mom doesn’t need another kid to take care of. She has three boys, I think that’s enough.” I smiled weakly. “And if I leave my house again, my parents will cut off all my credit cards and bank accounts for sure. I’m surprised they didn’t do that the first time. So I’ll have no money to help pay for stuff at your house.”

“Scar, if money is the issue, then don’t worry about it. I have ways of getting money, trust me. I can get money.” Harry replied seriously, his hands creeping up to hold my face lightly.

I shook my head, a few strands of hair falling across my face.

“I don’t want you too. I have a pretty good idea that whatever you can do to get more money, will probably also be illegal.” Harry rolled his eyes.

“Okay,” he mumbled.

“Harry if you’re afraid that me living in a different house is going to somehow change things between us, don’t be. Nothing is going to change. I promise. I’ll come sleepover your house and you can sleepover whenever my parents aren’t home. Nothing will change.”

“I know,” Harry nodded.

I smiled, pressing a chaste kiss to his warm lips and hugging him tightly.

“And we can always move in together once we graduate.” Harry said, as if he was thinking out loud. He tensed immediately after he said, as if he hadn’t meant for it to actually come out of his mouth.

I gaped at him, leaning back from our hug. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to live with Harry, there was nothing I wanted more, it was the fact that he was thinking that far ahead. Did he really like me that much that he was planning on staying with me through graduation and into college? It was just surprising because it was Harry, the same guy who hadn’t had a relationship since…ever.

“I mean, that’s if- you know, we’re still together and all, and if you’d want to, or whatever. I don’t know, I mean-“

“No, I wouldn’t turn down moving in with you after graduation,” I cut him off. Harry looked down at his hands, and back up at me cautiously. It was obvious what a big step this was for him.

“I guess I’m just surprised that you’re actually thinking about the future. Most guys only think day to day, not really towards the future, especially when it comes to relationships.” I finished.

“I know, and to be honest, I’ve never thought about my future before. Mostly because I knew my future would be the same as my life is now with me being stuck in this same shitty town, with the same shitty people, and the same shitty job, if you can even call it a job.”

I nodded understandingly.

“But then you moved in with me. And it sounds so fucking cliché Scar, but it actually made me think about what I wanted my future to look like.” Harry started. “Waking up next to you every day, and having you be in my room whenever I came home from being with the guys made me realize I want it to always be like that.”

Harry chewed on his lip in thought.

“I don’t have much going for me Scar, I don’t have a real job since I get all my money from doing work for Mark and Jay, and my grades aren’t the best, and I’ve never done anything good for my future.”

“That doesn’t matter Harry,” I said, but he just shook his head.

“But then there’s you, and you have a 4.5 GPA, you’ve done cheerleading and volunteer work, along with everything else that colleges hope for. You’re going somewhere, and as much as I want to believe I am, I’m not.”

“If you want to get out of this town and go to college, or just get a job, you can do it Harry.” I replied brushing my hand through his curly hair.

“It’s not that easy.” Harry replied, sighing and looking out the window.

“Harry, I’ve seen your grades, you get all A’s and B’s, that’s nothing to be less than proud of. You can get into a college with grades like that.”

“It’s not my grades, it’s…nevermind.” Harry rubbed his eyes and bit his lip. He looked like he was in deep concentration.

“It’s what?” I asked quietly.

“It’s the gang I’m in Scar. I’m in it for life. I can’t just get up and tell them I’m going to some fucking college, and skip out. You know what will happen? I’ll get a bullet in my head. And that’s if I’m lucky.”

I looked at Harry with sadness. I knew he was in a gang, though we never really talked about it. I figured he would tell me when he was ready. And I was scared to know, to be honest.

I grabbed Harry’s rough, calloused hand in my soft one. I kissed the back of it and held it to my face.

“I want you in my future, Harry, just as much as you want me in yours. I won’t leave this town unless you come with me.”

Harry gave me a small smile but then shook his head.

“You can’t throw away the great future you have just for me, I’m nothing compared to what you could have.”

“I don’t give a shit.” I snapped, “You are what I want Harry, you. I’m not leaving North-South Pacific unless it’s with you, okay? Promise me you won’t leave without me, and that I can’t leave without you.”

Harry looked at me wearily, I knew he was trying not to be selfish and trying to give me a better future. But it was a future I didn’t want, it was a future that seemed lonely and just what my parents wanted for me.

Harry was the first person I that I had, had in my life that wasn’t forced there. He genuinely cared about me, I could tell. I didn’t want to lose that, not even for my future.

“Okay.” Harry said reluctantly. “I won’t leave without you, and you can’t leave without me. I promise.”

With that, I pressed a kiss to Harry’s mouth, hot and passionate. His tongue immediately pressed against mine, his hands wrapping themselves through my still damp hair.

Harry flipped me over, so that my body was trapped underneath his, making me squeal and laugh. He laughed and smiled.

“I’m so fucking crazy for you.” He muttered, his lips falling back towards mine.

Little did he know, I was falling so fast for him, that everything else was becoming a blur.

~ ~ ~

~Harry’s P.O.V~

“I don’t give a fuck if you have to fucking take the damn money from his dead grandmother, I want you to get us the money.” Jay yelled at Liam.

Liam, Niall, Zayn, Louis and I were sitting on couches, across from where Mark sat at his desk, with Jay standing up behind him.

Mark rarely yelled because he didn’t need too. He had respect. He was scary enough without having to yell.

Jay, on the other hand, was a little different. He had to yell. It was mostly because he was way younger than Mark and had much less experience.

Mark told us what to do, and if we didn’t get it done, Jay would start screaming and yelling usually. Mark would sit there and stare at us with his dark, cold eyes.

“I went to his house, he wasn’t fucking there!” Liam replied, clenching his jaw.

“No more fucking excuses, Liam, threaten his kids or something. Grow the fuck up and get the job done bef-”

“Enough.” Mark cut Jay off, his voice like steel. We all looked to him. “Liam will get the job done within three days.” He stated.

Liam nodded, ignoring the cold glare Jay was giving him.

“After all, you don’t get the job done, you don’t get the pay.” Mark said, giving us a sick smile. “And without pay, you and your families will be on the street.”

It was a harsh reality, but it was true. We scraped by and managed without starving, but without pay, we would lose any money for our own drugs or alcohol. It would all have to go towards food and taxes.

“I’ll get the job done.” Liam said, nodding towards Mark who nodded back. Mark had faith in us.

“As for Zayn and Niall, you two have a delivery that needs to be done on Friday. It has to be as inconspicuous as possible, due to the cops sniffing around.” Mark said as he lit a cigar and placed it in between his lips.

“Fuckers are trying to catch anyone they can.” Jay added. “Don’t give them a reason to find you guilty.” Mark nodded, holding up his hand to silence Jay who immediately shut his mouth.

“And Harry and Louis, did you get the money from Jax?”

I stood up from my position, pulling a thick white envelope out of my jacket pocket and dropping it on Mark’s desk. He picked it up, his meaty hands fingering through the bills inside that the envelope held.

“Twenty-six hundred exactly.” He said, giving us a rare, proud smile. “Well done boys.” He said to Louis and I. We nodded.

“He took some convincing but we finally got the idea through his head,” Louis replied. Mark nodded.

“Yes, you boys always do. Jax has always had a bit of trouble with paying up on time. But with the interest, it’s me who makes the most money in the end so I can’t really complain.” He laughed gruffly, putting his cigar back in his mouth.

“Anything else?” Jay questioned us. We shook our heads. Jay nodded.

“Then we’re done here.” Mark said, closing our weekly meeting. “Styles, I will be calling a meeting with you later this week. Be ready.”

I swallowed thickly but nodded as if he had said nothing of importance. But a meeting with Mark, alone, was never something to celebrate.

“Yes sir.” I replied and with that, the boys and I stood up and walked out of Mark’s office and house, leaving him there with Jay.

Just as we were walking out the large front door, Jay called my name from the hallway. I turned and looked at him, emotionless. He stood there with a sick smirk on his face, that I hated seeing.

“Styles, tell Matt that I said hi.” He said, making me nod, a bit confused. I knew that Jay and Matt knew each other but they never spoke. “Oh and tell his girlfriend I said hi too. What was her name? Scarlet?”

I froze at the sound of Scarlet’s name leaving Jay’s twisted mouth. When I stayed silent, Jay continued to talk.

“You know the girl I’m talking about? The small, blonde girl. The one that kissed you on the cheek before she left, that one day.” I nodded, stiffly.

“I know.”

“Be careful Harry, you don’t want Matt to think you and her have something.” Jay laughed loudly. “But then again, a girl like that doesn’t belong with a guy like you.”

With those harsh words, Jay turned and walked down the hall and into Mark’s office.

Matt was better then me. He wasn’t any richer than me, but he sure as hell didn’t beat the shit out of people for a living.

I wasn’t quite sure why Jay thought Scarlet was Matt’s girlfriend, and not mine. But it probably had to do with Matt covering up for Scarlet’s safety. Although the thought of them together made me cringe, I was thankful. Scarlet’s safety was all that I wanted.

But just like Jay had said, a girl like her, doesn’t belong with a guy like me.

I spun around and walked out the front door, slamming it closed behind me. I felt sick.

As we all stood outside of Marks mansion, the boys chattered about their jobs and such. I pulled a cigarette from my back pocket and lit it. Usually it helped me a bit, to smoke. It helped with the stress but the cigarette didn’t seem to be doing shit for me.

I growled and stomped it out on the ground.

“Haz, take this.” Zayn reached out his hand, holding out a joint to me. I eyed it wearily. I hadn’t smoked pot in two weeks, mostly because I was with Scarlet most of the time and she didn’t really like it.

“Nah man, I don’t need it.” I said.

“Haz, it’s obvious that you’re stressed. You know this will help.” Niall said. I sighed and nodded. Fuck it, they were right.

“Thanks man.” I said to Zayn as I grabbed the joint. I pulled out my lighter, lighting and it taking a puff. Immediately I felt it all blur away. I felt higher, literally, not so stressed.

We stood by our cars, passing blunt after blunt around. Pretty soon, we were all feeling pretty fucking good.

“I fucked Alexa last night,” Zayn choked out after taking a big puff from the rolled up weed. “She was pretty decent.”

“Haz, didn’t you fuck her? Like two years ago?” Louis asked me. I shrugged, squinting my eyes.

“Yeah I think so. Red hair?” I asked. Zayn nodded. “Yeah,” I laughed. “I was really fucked up though, I hardly remember it.”

“Story of your life.” Liam laughed, making the guys laugh.

“What about Scarlet?” Zayn asked. “You fucked her yet?”

I immediately felt my hands go into fists and my jaw clench. I didn’t like him talking about Scarlet at all. I didn’t care if he was complimenting her, insulting her, or even asking how she was. I didn’t want him to talk about her or think about her.

“No.” I replied stiffly.

“You know you only have one more month left right? Half of your time is gone.” Zayn laughed. I glared at him. “After that, you have to do my delivery.”

“Shut the fuck up.” I replied. I didn’t want him talking about the bet either. If Scarlet ever found out…shit.

“Fine, fine.” Zayn replied, raising his eyebrows. “Just tell us, how far have you gone with her so far?”

The boys all stayed quiet. For some reason, Zayn loved to push me to the limit.

“Zayn, I punched you two weeks ago, and I’ll fucking do it again if you don’t shut your damn mouth.”

“I was just asking.” Zayn replied. “Whatever man.”

“It’s not your fucking business what I do and don’t do with my girlfriend.” I snapped, the words flying out of my mouth.

The boys eyed me, Zayn smirking in particular.

“Girlfriend? Man, I knew you were all living together and shit, but I didn’t know you had an official ‘relationship status’ “ Zayn sneered at me. “I didn’t realize you were into that shit.”

“Yeah Zayn the whole humping and dumping thing gets a little old, I’ve been doing it for about four years and I’m fucking over it.”

“Yeah well thanks, because since you haven’t been fucking every girl in sight like you used too, they’ve all become a whole lot more desperate.” Zayn smiled sickly.

“Well you can have them all, Zayn, I don’t want any part of that anymore. I have Scarlet.”

Zayn eyes darkened at my last sentence.

“You know how Mark feels about us prizing our…possessions too much.” Zayn said slowly. “He doesn’t like us putting anything above our work.”

Louis, Niall, and Liam, all stiffened, as they knew what was coming.

“Your point?” I snapped, tightening my arms to my side. I couldn’t lose my cool against Zayn.

“If Mark finds out about your little obsession with Scarlet, he’ll take care of it immediately. He wants his work to come first, not a little slut.”

I took one step forward and shoved Zayn against his car. Zayn was big, but I was bigger.

“Well luckily for me, I don’t have a slut.” I growled in Zayn’s face. “And Mark won’t find out because no one will open their fucking mouth. Right?” I yelled at the surround boys. Niall, Lou, and Liam all nodded quickly.

“You’re changing Harry.” Zayn spat at me. I tightened my grip around Zayn’s shirt, daring him to continue.

“Just because I don’t want to grow up lonely like you, doesn’t mean I’ve changed.”

“Are you fucking kidding me right now?” Zayn asked. “You know that you were first in line to take over the gang once we got older. Mark and Jay always give you the biggest jobs. Out of all of us, you’ve always been fucking number one to them.”

“And now you act like you couldn’t give a shit about this gang. You never show up, you hardly reach the deadlines of your jobs, and you spend your time obsessing over some chick. It’s like your whole outlook on this gang and its future has changed.”

I listened to every word that came out of Zayn’s mouth, and I slowly let go of his shirt, making him fall down slightly.

“You’re right.” I said stiffly as I started backing up into the direction of my car. “This future isn’t what I want for myself anymore.”

The boys all looked at me wide-eyed, there mouths silent. There was nothing more to say. I had always talked about staying here and basically fucking shit up.

But so much had changed.

Scarlet had happened.

I got into my car and backed up out of the driveway, passing the boys as I drove down the road towards my house. Man, I was fucked.

~ ~ ~
I got home about twenty minutes later. I parked in my driveway to see Scarlet’s car already there. I smiled to myself. I walked through the front door to see her sitting at the kitchen table with my mom.

“Harry,” Scarlet grinned, jumping up from her seat and hugging me tightly. Little did she know, it was exactly what I needed at this time.

“I missed you,” I mumbled against her hair as I leaned forward to kiss her lips. She smirked and turned before I had the chance. She was really weird about showing affection in front of my mom.

“Your mom and I were just talking.” She smiled, patting the seat next to her. I kiss my mom on the cheek as she patted my head lightly. I sat in between them.

“Why do I feel you were talking about me?” I asked, curiously, raising my eyebrows.

“Because we were.” My mom replied bluntly. I sighed and rolled my eyes.

“This can’t be good.” I mumbled. I glanced behind Scarlet to see what looked like a suit, hung up behind her on the door handle. “What’s that?”

“It’s yours.” Scarlet grinned, looking at my mom who smiled at her.

“Mine? It looks like a suit.” I said slowly.

“It is.” My mom replied. I glanced over at Scarlet slowly.

“Are we getting married or something?”

Scarlet and my mom laughed, as Scarlet shook her head.

“Nope, you’re coming with me to my parents annual charity dinner ball.” Scarlet said, smirking.

“Oh no, no way.” I said shaking my head. Now it made sense. Scarlet knew I hated those places, they were filled with snobby people. So of course she went straight to my mom.

“Yes, you’ll take your girlfriend and you’ll keep your mouth shut.” My mom said sweetly, smiling. I opened my mouth, but my moms phone rang. She looked at it and gave us an apologetic smile.

“Sorry dears, but my shift starts in ten minutes. I have to go. It was lovely seeing you Scarlet, I’ve missed having you around the past few days.”

“You too, Anne.” Scarlet smiled, hugging my mom as she leaned forward. My mom pressed a kiss to the top of my head before grabbing her keys and leaving.

“Scarlet…” I started. Her blue eyes caught mine and she pushed her bottom lip out in a pout.

“Please, Harry.” She wined.

“Don’t give me that face.” I said stiffly.

“Harry, my parents want to meet you. For real. And I can’t go through this alone. I need you to be there for me.”

“Angel, you know how these things work. A charity ball? They’ll all be throwing their money around like it’s a fucking blood bath. And then I’ll be there, not even being able to pay for my own suit.”

“The suit is my brothers, I didn’t buy it.” Scarlet said, waving her hand.

“Scarlet, everyone’s opinion of you will go down if you’re seen with me. I’m not-“

“Harry, I don’t care.” She said in a serious tone. She ran her hand through her long, blonde tresses. “As long as you’re there, I don’t care what the people have to say about me. I don’t care about my parents, I don’t care about my friends, I don’t care about the sponsors.”

I sighed.

How had I gotten so lucky to have a girl like this in front of me?

“I don’t deserve you.” I mumbled too myself. Scarlet gave me a small smile and leaned forward, grabbing my hand.

“It would mean a lot if you came.”

“Fine.” I said, sighing, throwing my hands up in the air. “I’ll come.”

Scarlet squealed and threw her arms around my neck, kissing my cheek. I laughed quietly, holding on to her tightly.

It was ironic how much we were giving up for each other. I was giving up my gang, my friends, and my schools opinions so that I could be with Scarlet. She was giving up her reputation, her parents, and her friends so she could be with me.

“But I’m only going so I can make sure no guys hit on you.” I added as I stood up and grabbed the suit. Scarlet grinned and watched as I held it in front of my chest.

“And because I look great in a suit.” I smirked.