Harry (17); *his pov* I was watching TV with Gemma, then (Y/N) came to the room,
“mom I’ll go out with some friends” she said,
I looked at her and she was wearing some short with a tight top that made her boobs look bigger,
no way that I will let her wear that and go out,
“go and change” I said before she can go,
she looked at me and said, “how about no? I see that it’s perfectly fine”,
“yeah for a slut”,
“what did you say” she asked shocked,
“you heard me you wear like sluts, you just want the boys attention and want them to fuck you”, she looked at me and then yelled
“YOU JERK YOU CAN’T JUST SAY THAT ABOUT ME, MAYBE ALL I WANT IS YOUR ATTENTION” then she left the house,
“HAROLD! ” mom yelled,
“what?”
“What was that for?” ,
”you saw her and what she was wearing no way she was going out like that!” I said,
“well you could have said it in a nicer way and not calling her a slut” mom said,
shit she’s right I just wanted to protect her and know I just screwed it up.
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