Bad Boy ~ Good Girl

Feeling the Truth

    I think mom and dad were punishing me. I knew hated David, but I didn't think they'd go to such lengths to try to get me to break up with him. They're being so annoying. I have not seen him in a week because they keep coming up with irrelevant excuses to keep me at home. Today, I don't care, I am seeing my boyfriend.

"Honey,  we four are going out for a few hours, stay out of trouble." Mom told me. Her, dad, Anne, and Anne's husband Robin, all left out the door. I was sitting in the livingroom watching television. Just after they left, Harry sat on the other end of the couch I was on. 

"What are you watching?" He asked. 

"Don't know yet." I say and sneak a glance at him. He wasn't wearing a shirt, again. Does this boy ever wear a shirt? He had on black skinny jeans and no socks, and no shirt. Sure this is only the second time I've seen him without a shirt in the five days he's been here, but still! I never ever want to see him in a towel again, it gave me nightmares. 

    Okay, obviously that's a lie. He has a really hot body, and I'm unfortunately very attracted to his tattoos. However, he isn't allowed to be shirtless! This is my house, and he isn't my boyfriend and he is definitely not allowed to make me feel this way. 

      Damn. I suddenly realized I was still staring at him; I hope he didn't notice. He has an insane smirk on his face while he just looked forward at the television. He noticed. 

"So, are you going to continue checking me out, or are you start flipping through the guide again? I'm becoming bored of watching the tiny screen in the corner of the muted news." He said. I could feel my cheeks burn red as I started flipping through the guide again. "I heard you have a boyfriend." He asked awkwardly. 

"I do." I say. 

"How long have you been dating?" He asks.

"That's none of your business." 

"I'm just trying to make conversation, don't burn me at the stake." He raised his hands in surrender. 

"Well don't, you have no right to ask me about my boyfriend!" 

"I'm being nice to you, so knock it off." 

"David and I..have been dating for thirteen months." I say. "And he's been faithful, unlike somebody else I know." He opened his mouth to reply but he was cut off by the ringing of the doorbell. My eyes widened with happiness.

"Who's here?"

"David, now get out of here!"

"Maybe I want to meet David?" He said.

"Harry! Do not make me shave your precious famous locks!"

   The doorbell rang again and I ran to open the door. I pulled the door open and was greeted by him pulling me into a big hug. It felt great to be in his embrace.

*HARRY'S POINT OF VIEW*

   It's no wonder her parentd didn't like him. Beside the fact he was all over her, his appearence set him off. First of all his gauges were too big for my liking, his hair was fine, but he had more tattoos than Zayn. But they weren't normal cool tattoos they were of skulls and bones and creepy aliens.

"Okay so there isn't anything on television, so we can just watch a dvd or something."

"Who's this?" David asked about me.

"Um," Tyler glared at me. "This is-"

"Harry." I said and extended my hand to him but he didn't shake it. How rude.