Teenage Dirtbag

8

"Yeah, some girl named Noel called. I told her you were in the shower- okay nevermind!" I rushed to my phone, seeing a message from her.

Noel: If you really thought that you could play with my feelings like that, I feel so sorry for you.

Shit!

I grabbed my towel, drying my hair with it. When I threw it over my head, I put a black t - shirt on, grabbed my phone and ran out.

She thinks that Gem and I-

Shit.

"Fuck!" I slammed my car door, opening it back up and getting in. Right when I started the car, I backed out of the driveway and drove to her house.

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I sat at the foot of her driveway, waiting for her to respond.

Me: Outside.

I held my head to the wheel, trying not to let another tear fall. God dammit I wish she wouldn't have answered the damn thing!

Noel: Go home and delete this number.

I slammed on the horn.

Me: I mean it Noel, get put here or I'm coming in.

I sat there, not getting a responce. How long does it fricken take to come outside. I wondered if she was getting back at me, if she was getting revenge on what I "did" to her.

My head didn't lift from the wheel when I heard the door open. I didn't hear any footsteps. I couldn't lift my head up to see her, the weight and sight was unbearable.

A light tap sounded at my window. I jumped up and saw her, quickly turning away. My eyes were probably red..

She tapped again, louder this time. I sighed, opening the door and rushing out. My hands were on her hips as I moved her to the tree. Once her back hit the tree, my hand met with her neck. Her eyes closed, while her mouth parted. Her eyes opened and met mine, giving me a painful expression.

"W-Were you... crying?" I bit my lip, feeling embarrassed. I rarely cried.

"No." I moved my hands back to her hips, holding them with a tight grip. Her arms sat at the sides of her head, then moved one slowly to the nape of my neck, while the other went to my hair.

"Why?" She whispered, sending extreme chills down my spine. "I-I don't know?" A sigh came from her lips. I looked down at what she was wearing, I felt weak. She had on shorts, that only met half way down her thighs, and a black tank that wasn't spaghetti strap.

"Harry, look at me." I screwed my eyes shut, looking up at her. My eyes opened, and I felt like I was home.

"That was my sister.." I whispered, afraid to hear my own voice.

"What?" She was clueless, didn't know what was going to happen, or what's happening. The waves of fear everytime she speaks makes me wonder how much she can take. I thought about testing it, but then I realized I'm not that big of a dick.

"On the phone, that was my sister." I was so out of it, I didn't even realize what I said until she bent down to look me in the eyes.

"Harry why didn't you tell me?" Why? How! How was I supposed to!

"I-I'm sorry, I was in the shower and she grabbed it from my dresser." I couldn't speak louder then a whisper.

I looked up at her, leaning her back up against the tree. She swallowed her nerves, almost panting. "Harry," She stopped, choking on her words. I wanted to taste her lips. I wanted to feel the contact of her mouth against mine, I needed it.

"My.. parents." She whispered, giving a cue for me to back off. I nodded, running my hand through my hair. "Sorry." She smirked, biting her lip.

I turned away, hearing her giggle. I furrowed my brows, widening my eyes at her. "What-"

"Your cute when your flustered." She lifted her back off of the tree, walking towards me. "I'm not.. flustered." She gave me a look that told me I'd been caught.

She curled around me, still biting her lip. "Red cheeks." Circled another time.

"Furrowed brows." Another.

"No eye contact." Her hands met with my shoulders, whilst her chin laid around the crook of my neck, peeking up at me.

"Okay! Okay.." We both laughed. I reached for her hand, feeling how cold she was. Walking to the back seat of my car, I grabbed my sweatshirt with the words 'obsession' labeled on it.

"Arms up." She smiled and lifted her arms up, watching above as the sweatshirt fell down on her. She pulled it down, letting it pool halfway down her legs. It was big for her, but perfect at the same time.

"Oh, why, Noel? Your looking a bit flustered." I brushed a finger along her cheek, making it instantly red. "Stop," She smiled, pushing my hand away.

I grabbed her wrist before she could pull away, bringing her closer to me. Our lips were inches away, I could smell the fresh toothpaste off her breath. That's why she took so long..

"I have somewhere to be." She gulped, her eyes moved down to my mouth, then darted back up to my eyes. She wanted it. She wanted to kiss me.

Her eyes closed as I leaned in, kissing her forehead. A sharp sigh left her lips, she was disappointed.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" I said, pulling my bottom lip between my fingers.

She nodded, crossing her arms with the overly large sweatshirt I'd given her. I winked at her, opening my car door and getting in. I watched as she ran into the large house, shutting the door behind her.

-Noel-

I couldn't stop biting my lip. Butterflies were in my stomach, hitting the walls, making me go insane. He almost kissed me. I rolled my eyes at the thought of his actions.

"Noel!" My mum yelled. I rushed into the kitchen, realizing what I was wearing.

"What in the-" She looked down at the sweatshirt Harry had given me.

"Who was that boy? He didn't look like Lance?" Oh shoot. I didn't tell her about Lance..

"Mum, Lance and I aren't together anymore. He beat up a boy from my school and sent him to the hospital." She set a towel over her shoulder, walking to me. "Was that him?" I nodded, playing with the large sleeves. His sweatshirt was warm, very cozy.

"You broke up with Lance to be with him?" I blinked millions of times, realizing what she had just said. How could she think that low of me?

"What! No mum! I visited him at the hospital, remember? He is just really nice to me.." She looked over my body, seeing the sweatshirt.

"I can tell.." She raised an eyebrow.

"Mum I'm not dating him. I just broke up with Lance I wouldn't do that?" She huffed, turning back to the dirty dishes.