Teenage Dirtbag

7

It was Sunday.

She didn't come back.

I had gotten a call from her, but I didn't know how she had gotten my number. It must've been Liam or one of the other boys, doing me another favor.

I wanted to call her, let her know I get out today. I was in the bathroom, taking a wee when I looked into the mirror. I still had bruises on my face, which were slowly fading. They took forever. My swollen cheeks were the only thing that stuck out, besides the purple on my eyelids.

I lifted up my black shurt, seeing the bumps and bruises. It was red, it was purple, and it was pain.

The long sleeve shirt I had decided to put on comforted me with my blemishes and bruises. I wanted nothing more than to lay in bed and sleep. The pain was unbearable the more I looked at myself, so I decided to step out and go to the nurse.

"You all set?" She spoke.

I sighed, nodding to her. She snapped her fingers, gasping then walking out of the room. I looked at my mum, she looked just as curious.

My nurse came back, holding out a large wrapping gauze like cloth for something. She walked in front of me, setting the cloth behind me on the bed.

"Lift your shirt up." She told me. I looked to my mum instantly, then saw that she was agreeing with her. I did as I was told, which I didn't like very much, then I watched as she wrapped the cloth around me, keeping my chest secure from causing anymore pain.

"Well," She breathed out.

"How do you feel? Like your ready to go learn?" My mum laughed, covering her mouth.

"Far from it from what I can see!" I chuckled along with her, running my hand through my hair. "You ready baby?" She called out, walking beside me as we walked out of the room. It took a bit longer for me, only because I didn't want to inflict on having anymore pain.

I was sick of the pain, and I needed to recover, now.

"We can go get some lunch, and if you are really up for it, Gemma is waiting at the house to see you again?" I smiled, knowing that my sister was here, waiting to see me.

"Mum, you don't have to spoil me because I'm injured. Let's go home and spend some time with Gem." She nodded, holding onto my arm to help me walk out.

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"Harry!" Gemma squealed, holding her arms out. When she got to me, she stopped, looking up and down my body.

"What can't I touch?" She turned to mum, then back to me.

"Just come here." I said, pulling her into a hug. It didn't hurt as bad as yesterday, which was a sign I guess. Her hug was great. One I had missed since the last time I saw her.

"It's good to see you walking finally?" I nodded, smirking at my feet.

"Harry, so I hear there's a girl? Is it the same one that I recall you couldn't go to sleep because your mind was on her?" I laughed, holding my stomach. She made things funny most of the time, most of my family did.

"Yes Gemma, it's the same girl." She smiled, brushing a hand across my cheek. "Your too cute Har.." I gave her a cheeky smile, closing my eyes as I did so.

"So when will I get to meet her?" I blinked, looking at mum, then down at my shuffling feet.

"Uh I'm not sure Gem. Probably not anytime soon.." She furrowed her brows, looking at mum, then back at me. "What's goin on love?" Her hand was placed on my shoulder, giving me a light squeeze.

I shook my head, looking away from her. "Nothing, exactly nothing.."

-Noel-

"What do you want?" I said, standing on the front porch of his house. He bit his lip, that was in desperate need of chapstick.

"You, for one." I cringed in disgust, turning away. "I already told you this Lance, I'm done. I don't want to be your little play thing when you only pay attention to me when we're alone!" His brows furrowed, looking at me awkwardly.

"Did I really do that?" He whispered.

"Yes," I whispered back.

"Please Noel. I can change. I'll change for you, for the better.." I shook my head, returning the key that he had given me freshman year.

"I don't want to be your booty call when your lonely and 'need my love', I'm not like that. And I sure as hell do not want to feel unwanted or left out around my own boyfriend." With that, I turned on my heal, walking down the steps.

"Wait," He said, making me move into a complete stop. "If you won't give me another chance, can I atleast know where you were last night?" Of course he would ask that. I turned to him, anger boiling into my stomach, coming up to my lungs.

"I was visiting Harry, only because I felt terrible for what happened to him." I turned and walked a bit further, then stopped once I reached my car, turning back to him.

"I just hope you don't cheat on that poor girl up in your room like you did to me, that'd be a shame when everyone knows who you really are." I heard him mumble something, then the door slammed shut.

Boys should not answer the door in boxers, and only boxers. They should not also make the girl they are cheating with park in the driveway for the other girl to see. Smooth move Lance.

I got into my car, turning the heat on right away. I drove out of the driveway, not daring to touch my face. I didn't want to make it worse by wiping the ongoing tears away, so I stopped the car around the corner from his house.

I reached for my phone, unlocking it and gazing at my contacts. When I got to Harry's, the tears fell, like Niagara Falls.

I pushed call, holding it up to my ear. I breathed out as I waited for an answer, trying not to sound like I had just cried.

"Hello?" I noticed it wasn't Harry's voice, and I began to panic.

"I-Is Harry availible?" My voice cracked, and I felt so embarrassed. It didn't sound remotely close to Anne's voice, but I was still curious to find out who it was.

"No, he's actually in the shower. Should I leave a message for him when he returns?" I couldn't take this, what was I doing? Was that another girl? Did everything we do, talk about last night not mean anything to him?

"Yeah, uh, just let him know that Noel called, and that I said goodbye." I took the phone away from my ears, wiping my eyes that were stinging from the tears. When I brought it back to my ear, she responded with full confidence.

"Okay, I'll let him know, thank you!" I closed my eyes, hanging up without responding. I let my phone fall onto passenger seat. My hands gripping the wheel as tears stained down my cheeks. I wish I never even let my wall break in the first place.