She's A Trouble Maker

Chapter: Twenty-Seven

  A/N- Above is the song that I listened to on repeat whilst writing

-Harley West-

"Mom, seriously, I'm fine." My mom was constantly wanting me to be safe and I love her for that but it can get quite annoying. For example, 5 minutes ago I had finished eating a Nutella sandwich and now she's asking if I'm hungry...again.  However, I did know that she had my best interest at heart so I didn't really comment on it.

"You know I love you so much, Harley. How could did you lose control...you never lose control" Should I tell her that I lost control because I've been so upset about Ryder? Or should I just lie and say that I was tired?

"I'm sorry, mom." I didn't tell her the truth nor did I lie to her, instead I just apologized. There was no way I was going to tell her that the reason I lost control was because of Ryder, she would just tell me the exact same thing as my father has been saying, she'd say it's because I'm in love with Ryder which I'm....not? Why is it that I'm so unsure when it comes to Ryder?

"I know you are, sweetie, but I really think you should talk to Ryder. He's been really worried about you." I knew that she was right, I had to talk to him sooner or later, though I hoped that it would be later rather than sooner. I simply nodded as a reply. My mom left my room and told Ryder to come in.

When he entered my room, he sat beside me on my bed, I heard him sigh a sigh of relief and I saw his smile. The smile that I had missed so dearly and the smile that  I never knew would impact my life so badly. I had huge urge to hit him for what he had done to me but the urge I had to hug him was even bigger but still I knew I had to resist, so I did. I felt like I hadn't seen him in decades yet I saw him a couple days ago but that didn't stop me from admiring him. He wore his usual attire consisting of black jeans and a white v-neck shirt along with his signature leather jacket. Even though his outfit didn't change, he  was different. He had deep, dark circles under his eyes and he'd become skinner than I had remembered him to be.

"Are you feeling better?" Ryder was the first one to break the silence. I had missed his voice, his deep voice comforted me in ways that I could  only imagine was possible. I had remembered that James' voice wasn't nearly as comforting as Ryder's. Now that I think about it, Ryder had always been so different from James.

"A little. My head still hurts and so does my arm." My arm still hadn't healed properly from the surgery, though it had been a couple days. "But other than that I feel fine." Except from the fact that I felt like my breath had been taken away. I felt like I couldn't breathe but this was a different feeling from panic attack or anxiety attacks, I was nervous but why was I nervous? It couldn't be because of Ryder, could it?

"I'm glad you feel better."  He seemed like he wanted to ask me something but was too scared or worried to ask and I knew exactly what the question was.

"Just ask me the question, Ryder" He was about to protest but I quickly shut him off. "Just ask it, it's not like I'm going to kill you for asking it" I say as he hesitantly nodded.

"Why'd you lose control?" There it was, the question everyone had been asking me. Why did I lose control... well the answer is very simple. I lost control because of him. He's the reason I lost control in the car. I thought back to when I'd lost control, not the day I flipped my car... but the day I had truly lost control. The day I had truly lost control was the day I first started developing feelings for Ryder Rivers. The day where he let me in, when he showed me the real Ryder.

I had developed feelings for him the day he told me that he street raced and the reason why he street raced. That day he showed that he wasn't the bad boy everyone at school feared, no, he was a caring person whether he showed it or not. I knew that I was the only person he'd ever tell his story to and that made me slowly fall for him. The fact that he tried to stop me from racing was one of the sweetest things any of my ex-boyfriends have ever done for me. If it were James, he would of encouraged me to go to win the money, he wouldn't have even cared about the fact that I had never raced before. James would've told me to go and hope that I didn't crash.

That day was also the second time I had kissed him. I smiled back at the memory of us kissing in his car. The kiss was different than any other kiss I had before, it was gentle and passionate at the same time. The kiss made me feel like there were thousands of butterflies fluttering across my entire stomach and I loved that feeling. The feeling that only he was able to give me in my 18 years alive on this planet. He made me feel like I was special.

"You...you made me lose control." I  spoke up as he looked at me, confused. "You made me lose control the very first day I met you."

"Harley..."

"Let me finish, Ryder." Tears started to flood out of my eyes as I started to realise what I meant, though I didn't want to admit that I was wrong. "You made me go against my every belief and after what happen with James I never thought I could feel this way again, yet here I am. I'm in love with you, Ryder." And with that, our lips crashed against one another. I felt him smile against my lips. I never knew that one person would impact my life as much as Ryder has.

Ryder made me believe in something that I thought I'd never believe in again. Ryder made me believe in love.