-Harry's POV-
"Your an ass Harry!" Perrie exclaimed her hands up in the air as we entered the house. I could tell be her tone of voice she was pissed about me- well her dumping Miranda off like that. I hadn't spoken a word to Zayn the entire way home even though he would try to start up a conversation. I walked into the living room and plopped myself on the love couch, the other side completely empty. Zayn took a seat on the recliner taking a load off as you could hear him sigh.
Perrie on the other hand did not take a seat but only stood up in front of the T.V. blocking my view. "You just can't do that to a girl Harry! Especially not Miranda!" I knew the strong bond the two of them had have over the last couple of weeks but this was none of Perrie's damn business, my decision on that ever the hell I do with her.
"You don't think I feel bad about this?" I asked, I grabbed the throw pillow at the end of the couch and started to grasp a hold of it as I felt my blood pressure begin to rise.
"Apparently not, since you dumped her in front of her house with out a word to be said."
I didn't say a thing, because she was right. Damn it, why are women always right? Especially Perrie out of all of them. I swear this girl can be more stubborn then me. My blood started to pump through my veins, I was surprised I was handling my anger this well in the first place. But if she says another fucking word, I might snap.
I took in a deep breath and let it go, repeating the process. "I did it for her, she wanted to go home in the first place. She's better off." I slowly said catching my breath. I stood up and walked into the kitchen where the back door lead to the deck. I slid open the door and stepped outside. On the deck there was a grill, and a patio furniture set. I walked over to the edge and sat my hands on the railings, letting out a big breath. It was cold out and I could see my breath.
About a minute or two later I heard Zayn step out, he kept his distance on the other end of the deck. He took out a pack of cigarettes and his lighter in his jeans pocket. He opened the pack and pulled out two throwing one over to me, and then the lighter when he was done lighting up his. I took the cigarette and it was placed in between my pointer and middle finger. I brought it up to my mouth and lit it up covering the cigarette so it wouldn't blow out when I lit it.
Once it was lit I inhaled it coughing a few times since it's been a while since I've smoked. I threw the lighter back at Zayn and thanked him. "She's just pissed cause she was really attached to her, that's all."
"Me and her both." I mumbled under my breath.
"You liked her didn't you?"
"No." I lied.
"You're a terrible liar Harry." He giggled bringing the cigarette back to his mouth.
"Maybe..."
"You like her a lot more than you think. She was good for you, there was a change in you when she entered your life. A good change. Your temper had been getting better, and you seem to smile a lot more. You need that in your life." Who would of thought Zayn would be the therapist out of the two of us. Actually for sure as hell it wasn't gonna be me, I'm the one who needed it the most.
"It doesn't matter."
"It always matters."
"What matters right now Zayn, is that we find him and I get set free from the charges."
He nodded and started to walk back to the door after finishing and stepping on his barely lit cigarette. "And after?"
"After what?"
"After we find him, then what with Miranda."
"Miranda has nothing to do with this. She's gone for her own good." I threw my cigarette on the ground as well and stepped on it. I looked up into the sky and the sun was still holding up going east in the sky. He slammed the door behind me and my mind seemed to wonder off thinking about Miranda.
I had to stop, and I had to forget about her. She's better off now and that's all that matters. I was crazy to think I might've liked her. She was to good for me, everyone is to good for me.
-Miranda's POV-
*Next Day*
"Answer the damn question!"
"I'd like my lawyer now." I said to the cop, he has been grinding my chops all day asking questions about Harry, where he is, what he did. I refused to speak under the Miranda rights. (A|N: OMG Hahah look at that, Miranda rights, her name- omg. I'm just to good.)Even though I wasn't being charged with anything but only a witness and victim to the scene of the crime.
By not answering this damn cop's questions I was only wearing him down. "How many times do I have to tell you, you're not under arrest."
"And how many times do I have to tell you, I'm not talking."
"Do you realize, what he has done. He's raped and murdered a girl."
"I'm not filing charges for the kidnaping." I wasn't gonna charge Harry with even more stuff then he already has on his plate, even if he is a douche. He didn't the kill the girl nor rape her, I wanted to tell them that but they would only ask more stupid questions about how I knew that, and I just didn't have the answers for most of them
"You're under eighteen, your parents will decide this."
I didn't say a word only sat uncomfortably on the hard plastic seat they provide in the interrogation room. I was looking at the one way mirror, knowing their were other detective's on the other side watching me from a far. He sighed and leaned up against the wall. "By not telling me what happened, your accessory to murder, I can charge you."
"No you can't. You have no evidence against me."
"Maybe I do, maybe I don't. That doesn't stop me from arresting you."
I stood up from my chair and pulled it out walking to the door, since I was only a witness and not being arrested they couldn't keep me here. I've seen my fair of crime shows. I walked out the door slamming it behind me. I saw my mother and father waiting for me on a wooden bench outside of the interrogation room.
"You okay honey?" My mother asked her voice filled with concern. I nodded as she cupped my cheek, pushing a piece of hair behind my ear that had fell out of my ponytail. It reminded me of Harry, the way he would gently touch me like that.
"Yeah I'm fine. I'm just done here."
"Something wrong?"
"No, just I can't. I'm not gonna listen them excuse Harry of something they didn't do."
"Honey-"
"Can we just go home?" I sighed, she nodded and I followed her and my father out into the parking lot where my father's car was parked. I took the seat behind the passenger grabbing my Ipod and turning on my music, I hit shuffle then play a song by The Cab coming on;
BAD -The Cab
It feels just like it was yesterday
We were in love, why's it falling apart
I've never been one to walk away
But I've had enough and it's breaking my heart
Cause you love me just the way that you should
It's nothing that you do, no it's nothing you say
Yeah baby, I know that you're good
But I don't want a good girl no, not today
Cause I want it bad, I want a bad girl, baby, bad
I want a love that's crazy, yeah
I want a bad girl, baby, bad, I want it bad
I want a girl who stays out too late
And when I call, she doesn't answer the phone
Oh, I want a girl who likes it her way
And through it all, I know I'll end up alone
Yeah yeah, you love me just the way that you should
It's nothing that you do, no no, it's nothing you say
Oh pretty baby, I know that you're good
But I don't want a good girl, no not today, mmm
Cause I want it bad I want a bad girl, baby, bad
I want a love that's crazy, yeah
I wanna fight, I wanna rock and roll and party all night
Yeah, I want it bad, I want a bad girl, baby, bad, I want it bad
I'm getting sick of predictable, tired of acting logical
Oh yeah, I gotta shake it up tonight
Yeah girl I want something physical
Not something invisible, oh yeah
I'm tired of being good, let's be bad
I want a bad girl baby, bad
And I want a love that's crazy, yeah
I want a bad girl, baby, bad
I want a love that's crazy, yeah
I wanna fight, I wanna rock and roll and party all night
Yeah, I want it bad, I want a bad girl, baby, bad
I want a love that's crazy, yeah
I wanna fight, I wanna rock and roll and party all night
Yeah, I want it bad
I looked out the window that my head was leaning against like I was in some sort of music video. My father and mother were talking lowly but not low enough that I couldn't here them talk about me. I've been trying to convince them not to press charges against Harry that he had to do what he had to do. But I couldn't explain everything that has happened, without getting myself in trouble.
I was only trying to protect the son of a bitch who dumped my ass on the road.
A|N: And scene! That marks the end of chapter 22.
Thank you guys I'm now at 160 <3 That means I've gotten 20 <3 since chapter 20! I'm now at a 15 <3 average. That means a lot knowing people are reading and liking my stories enough to heart them.
Remember I have theater so updates will most likely be every other day, more on Saturday and Sunday though!
Question of the chapter; What do you think is gonna happen to Harry? (Answer in the the comments!)
Please if you will;
Comment|Vote|Follow
Thank you!
