Gardens Of Eden (A Harry Styles Story)

9: Waiting, Wishing

Sunday passed by with no word from the Warden, except for a message informing me that I wasn't to leave the house. I expected it, I guess, no 3am night had ever gone without punishment before.

On Monday I woke up to a rock being thrown at my window. It was nearly noon. Opening the heavy frame I looked down at Dawson, standing under a tree in yard below.

"What are you doing here." I groaned.

"Can you come down? I need to talk to you."

"No, I can't go anywhere." He rolled his eyes.

I didn't try to stop him when he began scaling the house, using the fence and the bathroom window ledge to shimmy onto the roof outside my window. It was an exit I'd used more than once when I felt sure I could get away with it.

I looked around my room, making sure there was nothing too personal hanging out, before realizing I was just in my booty shorts and tank top. I grabbed the blanket off my bed and threw it over my legs, just as Dawson made a seat on the shingled ledge outside my window.

'Sup princess, you being held hostage in 'ere or what?' He looked around for a second only, knowing I wouldn't approve and then brought his attention back to my humorless face.

"What happened to you on Friday?" I asked him.

"I was gonna ask you the same thing. I saw you dancing and having a chill time, next second you're nowhere to be found."

"I looked for you for a half an hour. I finally left to see if you were outside and by then I needed to get home. You were there the whole time?"

"Ahh, I may have ended up with a cute little thing. My memory of it is pretty wiped." He smirked, obviously picturing her.

"Of course you did." I glared at him, fully intending to make him feel as bad as I could.

"You obviously made it home safe and sound," he poked my knee, hand lingering a little too long on my bare legs. His fingers danced over the skin on my thigh and I pulled the blanket a bit tighter around me.

"No thanks to you." I gave him my best glare, just as a knock sounded on my door. Dawson swiftly hid himself against the side of the house and I flung myself onto the bed. A second later, Lacey entered my room with suspicious eyes.

"I thought I felt a breeze under your door. Why is your window wide open?" She walked over to it and looked down into the yard. I held my breath.

"I just wanted the fresh air," I lied, it came so easily nowadays. "My stomach isn't feeling very good." Lacey's attention turned back to me.

"You're sick?" She took a step away, "better you stay here then. I'll tell the Warden."

"She's here today?" I asked anxiously.

"Oh yes, she was expecting you in her office, but if you're sick..." Lacey looked around, as if being in my air space would contaminate her. "Just sit still." And she closed the door.

I rolled my eyes for the dozenth time today. At least I'd be finding out my fate though, if Dunville was already downstairs.

"What does she want with you?" Dawson reappeared at my window, nonchalantly lighting a cigarette in the process.

"You're gonna get me in shit."

"Is it about your eighteenth?" He pressed.

"Yes, actually. They've got some job lined up."

"You don't have to do it you know. You'll be an adult." He was looking at me seriously, but I wasn't actually that worried anymore.

"I'm gonna try it out I think. I'll make some money, get my own place. Won't have to sneak around this dump." I smiled at the thought.