Teenage Dirtbag

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I felt his hand leave mine. I slowly started to panic when I couldn't reach for him, so I sat up with my eyes opened. He looked back at me as he opened the door.

"It's Midnight." He whispered.

I groaned, laying my face on my pillow. I heard him turn the knob, and I tried to stop him.

"Wait." I got up, holding my arms out. He ran up to me, squeezing me tightly and lifting me up a little. I wondered why he had hugged me so tightly, it seemed off.

"If I don't hear your voice again." I blinked at his fingers trailing lightly on my cheek. Confused, I leaned my head against his beating heart. It was normal, more calm than before.

I grabbed his arm as we walked downstairs. The kitchen light flickered on, dad's angry face appearing.

"Where are you going?" I couldn't tell who he was asking. "Harry was just leav-"

"You better be. Because you aren't staying here." Harry looked down my hands around his arm. My eyes were on my dad's, he was getting out of control and wasn't himself.

"You should go, now."

"Dad!" Harry started to turn away, but I gripped his arm as hard as I could, looking back at him. "It's okay, just let me go." I didn't let him go, and I didn't want to.

"Get out of my house." Harry's eyes with his. An angry tension between the three of us sent thrills of panic through me as he made his way to the umbrella tin. "Go." I whispered, pushing him out of the door.

"Dad stop it!" He wouldn't listen to me, going after Harry.

"Harry!" He turned around, eyes wide as he rushed to his car. He got in, turning the car on and moving at the speed of light. A gun shot sounded in the air, one that tried to scare Harry. If he wouldn't have gotten in his car any faster, my dad might have pulled the trigger on him.

My mouth was nothing but opened when he came back inside, looking at me with an apology lingering off his lips. He went in for a hug, but I pushed him away and ran upstairs.

I locked my door, plopping myself onto my bed, with the waterfall of tears.

My dad had never been the type to run after a boy I had brought home or had strong feelings for. He was understanding, calm, and nice about that kind of situation.

I checked the time, seeing that it was now one o'clock. Crying myself to sleep wasn't my plan, but it happened anyway.

I woke up with a vibrating phone. An unknown number calling me.

"Hello?" My voice was cracked.

"It's Harry." I sat up, looking at my door. I wanted to make sure my parents weren't around before I spoke again. "I'm so sorry about this morning I didn't know that he would wake u-"

"It's fine, Noel. It's not your fault." I sighed, looking out my window. It was their fault, or whoever invited him in the first place.

"I need to talk to you, in person." How was he supposed to do that? I couldn't drive to his house? I couldn't have him come over?

"How?" I heard footsteps, turning the volume down on my phone. The front door shut, letting me know dad was off to work. I loved how my mom didn't even come out to check what was wrong, although, she was a heavy sleeper.

"I work at three. I'll be down there by two okay?" The silence between us wasn't helping the situation.

"Okay, goodbye." He ended the call. I set my phone on my nightstand. Laying back in bed.

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I didn't know where Harry wanted to meet, but I thought the bakery would be a better place to talk, since my parents know where I work and not where Harry does.

I walked in, listening to the familiar bell chime. "El? What are you doing here so early?" I smiled at Nelly, seeing the younger boy peek behind her.

"I was actually waiting for-"

"I'm here!" I turned to see Harry smiling warmly, letting the bell chime again. He walked passed me, grabbing his apron.

"You were saying?" I looked to Harry, wondering how to finish. I wasn't sure if Harry wanted them to know that we knew eachother, but I wasn't going to risk it.

"She was waiting for me." He cut in front of me. I smiled up at him as Nelly looked to me.

"Wait you two?"

"We go to the same school Nelly, I've known her for a while." She pointed between the two of us, then gasped.

"Was it your house he was going to for dinner?" My cheeks got red, burning from the embarrassment I had encountered. "I-"

"Yeah, Nel it was.." Harry rubbed the nape of his neck, not making eye contact with me.

"I see now!" She giggled and walked away. Harry let out a sigh, dropping a hand to his side.

I slowly turned to him, hearing my short heal click against the ground. He looked down at me, sighing.

"So, what do you need to talk about?" The look in his eyes gave me complete satisfaction that it wasn't going to be good. His breathing came out in slow, stressed puffs. He wasn't going to like what he had to say.

He grabbed my arm, gently bringing me outside to the front door. His hand was cold against mine. He rubbed my thumb, turning my in tire hand to look at the inside.

"I don't want this.." He whispered as the wind whipped past us. I looked up at him with concern. I could tell something was bothering him, but nothing could give me proof of what it might be.

"What? What don't you want?" He was starting to scare me.

"I don't want it to be like this." His eyes met mine, completely giving it away.

"Like what.." I questioned.

"I don't want to let you go." He looked down at our hands. I felt myself shake, asking myself why he would say such a thing after everything we have been through.

"Then don't.." He looked down towards the library.

"I have to. It's the best thing for now, until everything clears up." Why was he talking like this? Did he think it would make everything better?

"Don't do this. It's just going to make everything worse Harry!" His hand met with my face, bringing it close to his lips. I shook my head as his lips pressed to my forehead.

"Don't do this. Don't you dare do this to me.." A tear rolled down his face as he let go of my hand.

"Thank you, Noel." For what? For killing him? For ruining every last bit of happiness he could possibly have? That's what he did to me.

"I can't believe your doing this. After everything we've been through!" He went to reach for my hand, but I pushed him away, walking straight to the library. I made my way to the restroom, locking the door and crying against my knees.