Twist (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)

Chapter 12.

Song(s) for this chapter:

She Looks So Perfect-5SOS

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Harry's POV:

The car ride home was pretty awkward, no one spoke a word and I knew Gemma was pretty angry at me.

Charlotte yawned and rested her head on my shoulder, closing her eyes.

"What time is it?" I asked.

"Almost four." Gemma stated and I groaned.

"Do you just want to stay?" I whispered to Charlotte. She quietly nodded and I rested my head on hers.

"I'm sorry, Char. I didn't mean for you to get into trouble." I apologized again, feeling like I couldn't do it enough.

"It's not your fault, Harry. I shouldn't have showed up. I was just..really angry at you." She told me.

"Well, if you hadn't have shown up, you might not have talked to me and this might not have happened." I nodded toward my hand, which was entangled in hers.

"I guess you're right." She sighed. I knew she was tired. I nudged her as we pulled into the driveway.

"C'mon." I opened the car door. .Getting out and closing the car doors quietly, trying not to wake my parents, we snuck into the house and up to my room.

"Do you wanna borrow some clothes?" I asked her as I changed into a t-shirt. I turned around to find her lying in a fetal position on my bed, fast asleep.

Charlotte's POV:

My eyes fluttered open to find Harry's face inches from mine, sound asleep. His mouth was slightly open and his hair was disheveled, in the cutest way.

His right arm was draped over me and I buried my head in the crook of his neck. I lied awake and a few minutes later, he sat up, groggily rubbing his eyes.

"Morning." I smiled. He grinned and his head fell back onto the pillow.

"Morning." He smiled back. "Sleep okay?" He asked. I nodded and his cell phone started ringing.

"Hello?" He answered, putting it on speaker.

"I hope you didn't forget that you both have community service today." Gemma spoke through the phone.

"Oh shit." Harry groaned. "What time?"

"Ten, I think." She said. I rolled over to look at the alarm clock, which read 9:45.

I tapped Harry's shoulder and pointed to the clock.

"Oh, yeah. Okay, we'll be there." He rushed and hung up the phone. We got out of bed and I grabbed my clothes from the day before, finding my way across the hallway to the bathroom to change.

When I returned, Harry was already dressed, quickly tying his tennis shoes and grabbing his keys.

We got to the police station three minutes before ten, rushing inside.

"Well, well. Look who finally showed up." We were greeted by the same officer as the night before. There were a few other people, sitting in the waiting area that we were gestured towards.

"Okay everyone," The officer strolled in, making it obvious that we were taking up his time. "You're all going to hop aboard the bus out back and pick up trash under the bridge on I-70, then come back to the station to sign some papers around two. Got it?" He explained. Everyone nodded and walked out the back doors of the station.

There were only about six or seven people on the bus, Harry and I being the only one's from the party.

There was only one other female there. She had long, stringy blonde hair, tattoos on every last inch of her arms, and looked very intimidating.

I held onto Harry's hand for practically dear life. He looked at me as I sunk down in my seat, sighing.

Harry's POV:

We've been picking up trash for nearly an hour and I already want to hit someone. Almost every guy here has had their eyes on Charlotte from the moment we got on the bus and it's starting to piss me off.

I watched the biggest guy there as he 'subtly' made his was over to her. He was quite disgusting actually. Before I knew it, he was standing beside her, glancing down her shirt.

"Alright," I threw my trash bag down. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I approached him.

"You tell me." He tried puffing his chest. He didn't look but two years older than me.

"You were staring right down her shirt, and I suggest it ends now." I told him.

"Harry," Charlotte interrupted.

"No, Charlotte." I told her, keeping my gaze toward this asshole.

"And who are you exactly?" He asked.

That's the thing. I didn't really know where we were. We hadn't properly discussed it yet.

"I'm her.." I trailed, not knowing what to say.

"Boyfriend," Charlotte quickly added, taking my hand. "He's my boyfriend." She finished meeting my gaze.

"I am?" I asked and she nodded. I smiled, Charlotte then turning her attention back to the male standing in front of us.

"Beat it." She stood up for herself.

"You heard the lady, Jack. Just leave the kids alone." Another man on the bother side of me spoke. He rolled is eyes and gave me a glare as he walked away.

I turned to Charlotte and before I could speak, her lips connected with mine.

(A/N: Hello everyone! I'm so excited that I reached my goal of 100 reads BEFORE Monday! I almost cried when I saw the number! Thank you all so much for reading and voting for both stories! I would really like for this story to get to 20 votes by anytime next week, so vote vote vote! Thank you for reading, and I hope you enjoy the rest of it! -Shelby)