CRASH (Harry Styles and Demi Lovato)

Chapter 1 ∽ Well-deserved Punishments

*tick tock tick tock*

I groaned as I buried my head into the palm of my hands. It was saturday night and here I was, sitted in the middle of a police station, in front of a wooden desk with an overweight cop behind it, looking straight at me with his disgusting beer belly struggling to stay inside of his uniform without popping a button out. That stupid clock hanging on that fucking wall won't stop making ticking noises and it's making my head spin into delirium. I've had enough of this place and all I wanted to do was to get the hell out of here and do something about this damn headache.

"Ugh. This night couldn't possibly get any worse," I groaned once more just as the door flew open with bang.

"Demetria!"

I spoke too soon...

I watched as my mom, in her white blouse, matching grey blazer and pencil skirt, and black pumps stomped her way towards me with fumes coming out of her ears. Her heels came to a halt a few meters away from me and I stood to meet her gaze,

"One day! All I asked you was just one fucking day to stay out of trouble and this is what you do?" she barked at me right then and there. She always had an awful temper.

"Calm down mom, jeez. I don't wanna deal with this shit right now." I said to her nonchalantly.

"You don't want to 'deal with this shit'? Well, maybe you should have thought of that before you went driving across town while binge drinking and getting high!" She yelled at me again, her scowl deepening by the minute.

"Look, I don't see why you're getting upset here. You already know I smoke pot before all of this happened, so I'm guessing you're used to it by now. And besides, they can't even put me in jail, I'm fucking seventeen. Its no big deal." I said to her, lowering my voice as I struggled to keep my calm demeanor.

Well, okay I guess I might have gone too far this time. This isn't the first time I got in trouble with the authorities. I got arrested a couple of times before for a DUI, but I got off the hook because I was still a minor (and still am) and mainly because my mom paid them off. But this time it was serious, this was my last chance and for the past 2 months I have been trying to keep myself off the radar but all of my effort to stay clean went out of the window just the night before, when my Mum told me she would be out of town, leaving me unmonitored.

Me and my bestfriend, Brianna, were hanging out in my room. We were just lighting a joint when my Mum's voice rang throughout the house, calling for me "Demetria?"

"Shit. Put it out quickly." I told Brianna urgently as we both scrambled to hide the lighters and the packet of weed scattered above my bed.

Although my Mum knew I smoked pot, she told me she didn't want to see, smell, or even hear the word marijuana and even threatened to send me back to California to live with my dad, which was never gonna fucking happen.

My Mum and Dad got divorced two years ago after she found out that his rather often "over time at work" turned out to be late-night rendezvous with his stripper girlfriend. My mum was CEO of one of the biggest cosmetic companies in the States throughout Europe which was owned by my grandparents. After the divorce, my Mum asked my grandfather if she could manage the London branch instead of the one in L.A. because she wanted to get away from my Dad. So my mum and I packed our shit and caught a flight to London, leaving my dad in California to live happily ever after with his princess in fishnets.

I never liked living in California, I think the whole state is overrated while London is, well, my soul city. This is where all my real friends are, no stuck up bitches only hanging out with me 'cause my parents have cash, or because I drove a nice car, or because they wanted free makeup. This is where my happiness is and by happiness, it meant alot of parties, drinks here and there, and alot of weed. I have learned to my advantage that being a teenage pot enthusiast was alot easier here in London, knowing that Brianna, who lived here her entire life, has numerous 'connections' when it comes to the said substance.