Endless

Chapter 8

   Livia's POV

Me and Harry got in the car and it was straight away awkward silence.I can't even describe how weird this thing between me and Harry is-I mean,there isn't anything but this whole thing is so dramatic.

My mum is married to his dad,so we are technically step siblings,but we sure as hell don't act like it,plus I honestly think he is bipolar.His mood is always shifting and I don't even think he realizes it.

I look outside the window and everything is so dark,it's 4:30 in the damn morning,I sneaked out,without my mum knowing..All because of Harry.It sure as hell wasn't worth it.

I take my eyes off the road and look at him,he's incredibly hot,and those tattoos peeking out of his shirt is driving me insane.A part of me knows nothing will ever happen but..he's fun.

"Harry?"I break the silence.

"Hmm?"he hums not taking his eyes off the road.The thing about him that irritates me so much he puts no damn effort with anyone.

"Why did you do that today?"I couldn't help but ask.He doesn't respect women so why?

"What do you mean why?You should never do that to any type of women,"He scoffs,glancing at me for a second and I saw how serious he looked.

"You don't respect women,"I reply back and he a smirk appears on his face.Asshole.

"Of course I respect women,"he answers and a sarcastic laugh comes out of mouth.

"Harry you're a womanizer,"I kept on laughing.

"No Livia,I don't want you to think that way of me,I would never ever let my hand on women-

"No Harry of course I know you would never do that,first if you did I would kick you out of the house but what I meant you always fuck around with women,basically you're a fuckboy,"I cut him off and he stares at me and a grin appears on my face because I've finally stated my point.

"I only fuck around with the ones who want to be fucked with,"he answers back and I nod.I mean he's probably right.

"Those girls they wanna be played with...I've only broken a few hearts other than that the others were just basically bitches getting ready to get fucked,"He replied back.That was irritating.

"Don't call them bitches,they were on their damn knees just to suck your dick off,you enjoyed their presence just like how they enjoyed yours,you can't call any type of women a bitch,"I rolled my eyes at him.

"Great I'm living with a feminist,"He smirked and winked at me.

"Damn yeah you are,and if you have a problem with that leave the house and do the whole family a favor,"I smirked.Family?What family anyways.

"Listen up hottie,if you're gonna call me a fuckboy because I pleasure women then I'm gonna call women a bitch because they pleasure me.Now that's fair."

"Oh shut up,"I groaned.

"That's right baby,"He laughed..a cold laugh though.Basically not a cute laugh.

"It's Livia."How many damn times do I have to tell him this?Let's just change the subject.

"Harry so what made you come back here?I mean you got a low grade in 12th grade-

"I failed,"he corrects me.

"-Anyway,"I continued,"Schools in England are like better,your mum-"I try saying but he cuts me off again.