Ship Wrecked

Teenage Dirtbag

The beating stopped, that meant my dad had went away. He wasn't the type to wait on me hand and foot. He never even checked on me when I was sick, let alone if I'm emotionally distressed.

I sat up in my bed and wiped away stray tears. I groaned inwardly at how sensitive I was being. But then again who could blame me. I technology just ruined any shot I had with Harry by blatantly lying to his face about my life.

I slid out of bed and dragged myself to the kitchen. My suite was dark and lonely. Just how felt at the moment. I opened the fridge door and the light illuminated the walls.

I looked around for nothing in particular, but eventually gave up the search. I walked over to the counter and pressed a button on the room phone. It was now ten thirty at night. Just three hours after it all went down hill.

"Why me?" I groaned out softly.

"I don't know." Some one answered and that nearly sent me up the wall.

I scurried to the kitchen and grabbed a can Lysol.

"Look whoever you are! I have a can of Lysol that I'm pretty sure you don't want in your eyes! So leave..NOW!"

They started to laugh before I heard them get up and click on the lights. I closed my eyes because it stung after it was dark for so long.

"Ah!"

I screamed when I saw Harry leaning on the wall in the living room. I pointed randomly at the door and back to the spot he was in.

"But you were- I was!" He shook his head while digging in his pocket. He had changed into more casual clothing since a while back. Harry pulled out a key and waved it around aimlessly.

"Rookie move, putting the key under the door mat."

I silently cursed myself for not having seen that coming. Great now I was rich, a liar, and a dummy in Harrys eyes...or so I assumed.

I cleared my throat and licked my lips. There was only one thing I  wondered about then.

"Why are you here?" I wanted to slap myself at how harsh my question came off.

My tone could be so demanding sometimes; I blamed my dad for that trait. Harry pinched his eyebrows at my tone but quickly shook it off. He ran his palm through his curly head, a habit I'm sure he got from someone, and sighed.

"I want to know what's happening." I gulped; not excepting him to ever let me explain.

"Please...tell me why you left me in the hall. I wasn't good enough for your dad, right?"

That caught me off guard. He thought this was all HIS fault. I stumbled before running over to him and hugging him. He grunted at the sudden contact which he wouldn't return. I pulled away and dusted off my dress. I rolled my eyes; I still hadn't changed.

"Harry," He wouldn't look at me but I continued, "its not your fault."

He quickly put his eyes on me; confused.

"I'm not good enough for you. I lied; well not entirely, but I left out information. I wanted you think I was just like you. I didn't want you know I was rich and that my dad's every ones boss." He stood and blinked at me for a while.

Did I break him?

A smile started to grace his heavenly features. Then he erupted into a fit of laughter. I watched amused and somewhat concerned about his sanity.

"You thought I'd judge you for something like that?!" He breathed out between giggles. I had no response.

"Give me some credit."