Bad Intentions

Chapter 7

Songs for this chapter are...

Work Song- Hozier
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Julian's POV

The silence in the car spreads between us like a disease. I want nothing more than to be his friend, because after tonight I know he'll need someone. No matter how hard he'll try to hide it, I know he'll need me there, even if it's only to stop him from doing something stupid.

"We're almost there" his raspy voice chimes out like a symphony of forgotten angels. I can't find the words to speak so I nod. He pulls into his driveway and shuts off the engine.

"Shit, they weren't supposed to get home till tomorrow." He says. The lights in his house are on and his brothers silhouette moves against the window. I laugh.

"What?" He's clearly not amused.

"It just sounds like I'm the date you're trying to sneak in to your room." I smile. I don't know why I said it, but I'm glad I did. The smile that blooms on his face is worth my embarrassment.

"We can go to my house." I shrug like it's the most casual thing to invite a toxic boy into my home.

"Desperate for answers, are we?" He teases as he steps out of his car. By the time I shut the door he's halfway across the street. I hurry to catch up and unlock the door for him.

"I'm not going to make you talk. If you just want to order pizza and watch a movie then I'm good. I just don't think either of us should be alone." I step through my door and alow him to come in. He shrugs off his coat and leaves it on the floor.

"Where's you dad?" Harry asks suddenly, as if my dad could walk in any moment and catch us doing something we shouldn't be doing.

"He's at work. He'll be back Thursday." I call down to Harry as I take the stairs to my room. Harry follows soon after and shuts the door behind him. I grab a pair of pajamas from my drawer and go to the bathroom to put them on. I hear Harry moving around in my room so I hurry to change. When I emerge, Harry is sitting on my bed with his back against the headboard and his long legs stretched on in front of him. He's taken off his boots and sweatshirt, wearing only his regular black tshirt and jeans. He's looking at something on his phone while I unplug my laptop from the nightstand and sit with it in my hands on the edge of my bed.

"What do you want to watch?" I ask him as I pull up netflix. He grunts and shrugs. I roll my eyes and continue searching for a movie.

"I don't want to watch a movie." Harry says. I close the laptop and turn to face him.

"Then what do you want to do?" I ask.

"Something insane." He smirks. I can feel my blood run cold.

"Like what?" I'm starting too grow uneasy.

"Smash a window, Rob a bank..." he trails off. It takes me a moment to realize he's joking. I smack his arm.

"Be serious or I'm kicking you out." I smile. He caughs dramatically.

"Fine. But I do want to do something insane."

"Like what?"

"Get to know you." He whispers. Each word is like a nail on my coffin.

"What do you want to know?" I ask timidly as I move to sit next to him. I lean my back against the headboard and stretch my legs out like his. I'm no where near as tall.

"How old are you?"

"Nineteen."

"When's your birthday?"

"July 30th" I absentmindedly pick on a stray thread on my pajama bottoms. We watches me as if I'm the most interesting person he's ever met.

"How old are you?" I ask back.