Reckless (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

I hear a light tap on my window that leads to the fire escape outside.I open the window as Harry hops in.

"You know Harold, there's a front door," I say as he shrugs off his coat. 

"Yeah but sometimes I like to be a badass," he smirks and I just roll my eyes. I shut the window as Harry pulls off his boots. He's dressed in all black as usual, with some weird dark green scarf pushing his hair out of his face. Harry begins to pack a bowl as I sit down next to him on my bed and run my fingers through his curls.

"You know if you cut your hair you wouldn't have to wear that stupid scarf."

"Heyyy it's not stupid! And I like my hair," he pouts. I put on some music as we smoke the bowl. Once we're finished I turn to Harry. 

"What's on the agenda tonight?"

I sigh as I lay my head in Harry's lap.

"Hmmm nothing..." He lays his head against the headboard and closes his eyes. I sit up and stare at him, before reaching over and forcing his eyelids open.

"Come on Harry...it's Friday night in New York City. We've stayed in the past two weeks...please can we go out?" I stick out my bottom lip.

"Fine," he grumbles as he sits up and pulls his boots on, I clap my hands in excitement and pull on my vans and coat. 

"Where we going?" I ask as Harry pulls on his coat.

"Oh darling, well we're off to Times Square!" Harry says in a cheesy sophisticated accent as he pulls me into his chest, me giggling the entire time.

"What ever for?" I ask, batting my eyelashes.

He giggles and smiles down at me. 

"Well to make fun of tourists my love!" I wrap my arms around him and hug him tight. I love going to Times Square with Harry. We usually sit there and make fun of tourists while eating greasy street good and smoking cigarettes. 

"Alright but let's use the front door this time," I say as Harry pulls me towards the door. He just smirks and grabs my hand pulling me into the cold night air.

...

"Okay what about this couple?" Harry says as he takes another drag from his cigarette. I look in the direction that Harry nodded and see a super preppy couple, probably around 16. The boy just follows the girl as she drags him along Times Square. 

"Oh he definitely lets her put it in his ass," I say.

Harry spits out the beer he was drinking.

"Holy shit Luna. Way to be forward."

"What? You know it's true," I shrug. 

Harry nods his head. 

"C'mon," Harry says, pulling me up from my seat.

"Let's go back. I'm tired and I want to smoke that joint I saw sitting on your desk." Harry says. We take the subway back to my apartment. As usual my parents are away so we don't really have to hide anything. Harry goes and gets the joint from my room as I fix us drinks in the kitchen. Beer for Harry and wine for me, the usual. I turn the tv on to some random movie as Harry walks back in and sits on the couch. I hand him his beer and settle between his legs, my back against his chest. He hums as he takes a drag from the joint. As we pass the joint back in forth, I decide to tell Harry what happened at school today. 

"They did it again..." I say as I turn to face Harry. He gives me a look of confusion and motions for me to continue.

"The uh- those bitches from school. I was in the hallway and they cornered me. They told me I was worthless and that I didn't deserve anything I had," I look down as the tears form in my eyes. Harry pulls my chin up and I see anger in his eyes. Fuck.