Caught

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Gravity - Sara Bareilles

Breathe - Anna Nalick

"Are you fucking kidding me right now? Get the hell out of my dorm!" I'm on my feet before I know it, right in her face.

"Don't you dare talk to me that way Missy! And where are your pants?" Of course I have no pants when my mother 'visits' aka screams at me for everything. "Oh. my. god. You had sex with him didn't you! I can't even believe this right now!"

My eyes are only a narrow slit now I stare at her in complete disgust if the words that are flung at me. However I am not giving her what she wants. "Maybe I did, maybe I didn't, to bad you'll never know." A smirk plays at my lips as I turn around to glance at Harry, he's eyeing me in the most seductive way as he flicks his tongue out quick to wet his lips.

I look back to my mother hoping she didn't see that, actually I kind of hope she did. from the look on her face I'm guessing she did.

"Your a disgust to this family, have fun rotting in hell." Not giving me a chance to respond she swiftly turns on her heels as she exits my dorm slamming the door behind her.

It takes me awhile to re-adjust to the situation, did my mom just tell me I'm going to hell, over nothing? I expect tears to be forming in my eyes, but none come.

"You okay Babe?" Harry's voice rings me out of my thoughts.

I don't answer, I just stare at him. My lips are pressed into a straight line as I mentally choose if he is just playing with me. I bite the inside of my lip, a nervous habit I've yet to discard.

His head tilts slightly, curls falling to the side as he carefully stares back.

"Shannon?"

"Harry, can you give me a minute? Please."

"No." He stood with no expression, just staring deep into my what felt like my soul.

"Please?" my voice sounded weak and strung out as my plea met his ears. My head was slightly tilted down as I stared up at the gorgeous boy standing before me.

Harry began to walk toward me, once his hands reached my shoulder he pulled me into a warm embrace hanging his head over my shoulder. He let out a long breath, "Please don't hurt yourself."

I gasped and wrapped my small arms around Harry's chest, squeezing him tight.

"Harry I..." I can't continue, my actions in an unstable mind caused by Harry has scared him. He's refrained into a frightened little boy clinging to his mother for reassurance. I can't help but to run my fingers through his soft curls. I comb my finger through the brown mess.

I squeak as he grasps my thighs pulling me up to him, my legs instinctively wrap around his waist. He goes toward the door to make a swift escape.

I push my hands into his chest and fall down to the floor on my feet. He stares questionably as I walk away to my shorts that lie on the floor from the previous night. I hold them up and smirk at his attempt to keep me pants less.

He pouts his lips out and holds his long arms out to me. I run at him jumping up to wrap my legs around his waist. I press my lips to his, forceful but passionate.

I lay my head against his shoulder and pepper his neck with soft kisses. I shut my eyes and let my breathe slow to to sweet beating of his heart. We walk out into the vacant hallway, and begin to head out the door.

He takes me out into the warm sun and into a field outside our dorm building. I'm placed onto the green grass sprinkled with brown. Harry sits behind me, his legs on either side of me. I lean back into his strong structure, he wraps his arms around my waist resting his hands between my thighs. I stiffen and heat from his strategically placed hands, knowing the effect the closeness would give me. He chuckles at my sudden stiffness, I turn up at him and smile.

But he's not smiling, he's emotionless.

He shifts uncomfortably, taking quick nervous glances up to his right. I follow his stares to a woman walking toward us.

My mother.

I role my eyes and look forward to the stringy grass below me. She's getting really close, and I'm not okay with it.

"Get up." Her voice rings into my head causing me to jerk my head to the side.

I look at her disgusted, "Nah, I'm good right here." I smile and lean back into Harry, I hadn't realized I'd sat up.

My principle now stood behind her glaring at me. "I'm going to need you to come with me Mr. Styles, there have been some arrangements a smile pricks at his lips as he glances at my mother.

"I'm sure what needs to be said is perfectly fine being said right here." Harry shoots an evil glare at the man.

"This isn't a joke." the principle warns, with an annoyed grunt Harry sits up and walk about ten feet away with our principle.

My mother doesn't say a word, her and I just watch the hand gesture and moving mouths between the two males.

"Bullshit!" Harry yells at at the principle, "Are you fucking kidding me right now? Do you think she'd be sitting with me right now if that's what had happened?" His fists are tight at his side, anger pure in his face.

I want to run to him, help him out he looks so stressed, and frightening. I don't because I'm a little scared.

Harry looks at me, deep passion and lust seeping through his eyes, to me. I step back, I don't know why but I turn and run. I can't control it, I feel like I need to escape I need to get far away.

"Shannon!" Harry shouts, but he doesn't come after me. So I continue to run, back to my dorm locking the doer so no one can enter.

I sit down on the bed and try to clear my head, when he enters.

Harry.

I look up at him willingly wanting to know what was said that made him so mad. He doesn't even look at me, instead he goes straight to his dresser and gathers all of his clothes shoving them into an old brown duffle bag.

"Harry," my voice cracks as I move towards him.

"Do you know what he said to me?" He turns leaning against the desk behind him, crossing his legs. His tone is rather sharp causing me to stop my movements.

"N-no.." I trail off, innocently looking into his deep emerald eyes.

He shifts, looking down,"They erm they're saying that I raped you," he looks at me and purses his lips. "I can't speak to you anymore."

What.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm leaving the dorm, they've moved me across the building. Goodbye." With that he turned and left, closing the door behind him. This room suddenly feels so empty, lonely.

I run to the door swinging it open, "Harry!" I scream. He's still in sight, his turns around with an angry look on his face. He shoots up his middle finger and continues walking away.

What the hell?

Why'd he do that? He was just hugging me on the grass and now he's flipping me off. I feel an unwelcome presence behind me.

I turn around to see none other than my dreadful mother.

"Shannon." she looks down, "He doesn't love you, he's chosen to leave."

"Never. Ever, speak to me again. I mean it." With that I slam the door in her face.

(Vote and comment please<3 thank you so much for 1.1k For Shannon I was thinking Leena from Beautiful Creature.)