In The Past

Chapter 10

Sierra's POV

"Yeah, he seems okay I guess." I say as Jaimie and I walk together to my locker.

"But just look! He is adorable!" She gushes, pointing frantically at the magazine model.

I laughed, "I don't see it."

"Fine, more for me then." Jaimie gets lost in hot magazine guy world and I just roll my eyes.

"So what are you doing tonight?" Jaimie asks.

"Nothing." I shove all of my books into my locker when a familiar voice protests.

"Not true." Harry comes up behind me.

"Fuck off." Jaimie snaps.

"Make me, Jaimie." Harry rebounds. "Come on, Sierra." Harry grabs my arm and starts to pull me towards the door.

"Harry, you never told me we were hanging out." I push him away.

"Yeah but that's the fun part." He winks at me. "Now come on." He picks me up and takes me to a black and white Ford Mustang convertible in the parking lot.

"Put me down!" He drops me down in the passenger’s seat. "Where are we even going?"

"You'll see." Harry smirks, putting the keys into the ignition.

As we're leaving the parking lot, he turns the radio on. It's some punk-metal band I've never heard of, but I pretend to enjoy it anyways.

I can't help but notice the way he taps his fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the music. He doesn't look at me the entire car ride, until we eventually pull up to this huge house that looks like something out of a reality TV show.

Harry's POV

"No way!" She says, walking into my bedroom. "This place is huge!"

"You like it?" I ask, watching as she looks around the room, sitting herself down on the bed.

"Are you kidding? It's amazing!" she beams. I pull my shirt off and sit next to her on the bed, not just to impress her, but also cause it's fucking hot in here, but impressing her works too.

Her reaction was hilarious. She immediately blushed and stared at all of my tattoos, or my abs, or both.

"Don't drool on the bed." I smirked, and what she did next took me a bit by surprise.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me down on top of her. "You are really hot, Harry." she bit her lip.

"Am I now?" I raised an eyebrow at her playfully.

Our lips connected and I felt that fire again. Honestly after I had kissed her for the first time, I would have done anything as an excuse to kiss her again. Her lips were addicting. Her kiss was sugar and poison, there was a satisfying burn afterwards, but it was all worth it.

When I had kissed other girls, it didn't have a burn like this; it wasn't slow and passionate like this. My mind begins to wander to thoughts of girls my past experiences and I realize what I'm doing...

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Sierra's POV

Out of nowhere Harry jumps up off of me, breaking the kiss, and punches a hole in the wall, while I just sit and watch, mortified.

"Get out!" He snaps, not making eye contact with me.

"Harry I'm not afraid of you." I get up and walk closer to him.

"Sierra get out of my house, now!" He yells even louder. He grabs a lamp off of the nightstand and throws it at the wall, shattering it into pieces.

"What the hell? Why are you doing this?" I cry.

"Get the fuck out, Sierra. I'm giving you 10 seconds!" He yells.

"Harry, stop! You're scaring me!" I didn't know what to say, this all came out of nowhere.

"Good. Be afraid of me, Sierra. Now get the hell out of my house." He growled.

I ran out of the house in tears. I began walking down the road, with no clue where I was going, when it started pouring out. Great.

I sat on the side of the road next to a dark blue house with my hands in my knees. Perfect, now I'm lost, I'm cold, I'm hungry, and I'm alone. In the middle of nowhere.

After a few minutes of crying, I hear a familiar voice.

"Hey, are you okay?" An Irish accent asked. "Wait...you're that new girl, Sierra, right? We met in the halls." He reached out a hand and helped me up.

"Yeah." I sobbed. "I remember."

"Come on." He picked me up, and carried me inside of his house.

He put me down on his bed and gave me one of his T-shirts to wear, along with some soda and crackers. He lies down next to me and that's all I remember before blacking out.