headmaster styles.

In the Car With Richie

“Let’s all be trapped in a car together, shall we?”

April 22, 2012
On The Road Again

“You go get him. I paid his bail this morning,” Penelope said to me once we arrived at the jailhouse.

    “Are you serious?” I asked, swallowing hard.

    “Yeah. You’re better with him than I am,” she admitted and I hugged her, “Good luck. I hope he doesn’t yell at me when he gets out here…” She bit down on her lip and I smiled at her.

    I took a deep breath and slipped my Vans on, then I hopped out of the car and walked into the jailhouse.

    “Name?” The lady at the front desk said and I smiled.

    “I paid bail for someone this morning,” I said and she looked down at her computer.

    “Ah yes. Mr. Styles will be brought out to you in a few minutes.” She gestured for me to sit down at the waiting area and I looked over to the not-so-familiar steel chair.

    “I’d rather stand,” I said smiling. I looked around, then all of a sudden I saw two officers holding Harry by his arms and he looked up to me. “Can you take him outside?” I spat at the lady and scurried towards the door.

    The officers let go of him and told him he was free to go, so I nearly skipped to the door. Once I was outside, I was pacing so fast that I thought I could win a freaking marathon. But Harry was quickly catching up to me.

    I looked at Penelope in the car and she sunk down in her seat, ignoring Harry.

    Just before I could open the car door, Harry caught up to me and grabbed my hips, shoving my back up against the side of the car.

    “You left me…” he muttered, trying to make eye contact with me when I was trying my best to look away from him. “Why would you do that?” his voice was raspier than it was yesterday and I took a deep breath.

    He shoved me back onto the car and tightened his grip on my hips. “Can we just leave?” I muttered and he let go of my hips.

    I got in the passenger seat and I expected him to get in the back, but he grabbed Penelope by her arm and pulled her out before getting in the driver’s seat.

    “Oh my God,” my mouth dropped and he rolled his eyes. I looked at Penelope who was in the corner of the backseat. “Are you okay?” she nodded her head and I smiled at her, looking forward. “What the hell is wrong with you Harry?”

    “What the hell is wrong with me? No. No. What the hell is wrong with you, Anastasia?” he scoffed hastily and pulled out of the jailhouse.

    “Do you honestly think it’s a good idea to be driving Harry?” Penelope asked from behind us.

    Harry arched his jaw and grinned. “And why would that be a problem, Penelope?”

    “Well you know. You did kill someone while driving,” she snapped and I covered my mouth looking at Harry. He gripped the steering wheel so tight that his scarred, scabbed knuckles were white. “And why would you do that in the first place anyways-” Harry slammed on the breaks, making all of us slam forward.

    I looked at him with fear and he nearly leaped over the seat to Penelope, but I put my arm in between the seats so that he couldn’t. “I swear! If you don’t shut the fuck up, I won’t hesitate to slap you!” he threatened, and she immediately turned pale and kept quiet.

    “Harry...” I muttered and he looked at me sharply, “You need to calm down.”

    “Yeah? Well you need to shut the hell up.” He ran his palms over his thighs before putting the car in drive and pulling out of the ditch.

    I sucked in my stinging tears and looked forward, pretending that he didn’t even just turn into a dick.

    “You know what?” I blurted out and he let out a groan. “Why do you have to be such a dick all the damned time? I mean, why? Penelope bailed you out of jail with the money that her father gave to her. You should be thankful Harry. Be thankful,” I mocked and he clenched his jaw.

    “You know why I’m such a dick? Because you’re such a bitch,” he stated and I widened my eyes, dropping my mouth.

    “Excuse you?” I growled silently and he nodded his head.

    “All of this is your fault Anastasia. If you wouldn’t have been such a bitch and stayed with me, then we wouldn’t be having this problem. Now, fuck. Damn. You just need to calm the fuck down and get your panties out of a twist.” He let out a breath and I crossed my arms.

    “Do you feel better now? Has childish Harry let out his steam yet?” I mocked like a child and he tightened his grip on the wheel again, “Go ahead, cuss me out. It’s not like you haven’t done it before. Or maybe you can lie to me some more. Maybe that would be better for the both of us.”

    “Dammit Anastasia!” he yelled at the top of his lungs and he began to speed up, “I try so damned hard to be calm with you but you always have to ruin it! I didn’t mean to lie to you! Do you think that I didn’t love you?”

    “Yes,” I said dryly and he ran his hand down his face, his cheeks red. Clearly, he was more than angry; more than furious. “Penelope. I’m sorry you have to hear this bullshit.” I looked back to her and she shook her head, forcing me a smile.

    “Bullshit? Bullshit? Since when was what we had bullshit?” he yelled and I scoffed at him.

    “When you made it that way! Harry you used me for sex when all I wanted was love! What do you call that? Bullshit!” I screamed and he pushed his foot farther down on the gas pedal.

    “You’re bullshit,” he growled and went faster.

    “Slow down,” my voice cracked and he shook his head, “Harry, dammit. Slow down.” I reached over and put my hand on the wheel, but he swerved it to the side, making the car swerve to the side.

    The car flipped one time and spun in a few circles. Once the car came to a complete stop, I was in too much shock to even realize what had happened. I looked back to Penelope, and it seemed she was in the same state of shock as I was.

    “You’re the bullshit,” Harry said again before starting the car back up and driving away from the scene that we just caused, acting like what just happened was nothing to him.