Mixed Emotions: A One Direction Fan Fiction

{8} Trouble

~Briley's POV~
After Harry drove me home, I asked him to stay.
"I would stay with you every second of every day if i could, so of course I'm gonna stay."
"What are we gonna do about this restraining order?" I ask.
"We're gonna fight it."
"I just don't want to loose you Harry."
"You won't. I promise."
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~Harry's P.O.V.~
Briley falls asleep in my arms as we watch Twilight. She's adorable. but I start to wonder, 'Why isn't she "my type"?' 'What would happen if Mr. Fuckdoodle found out I was with her?'
'Would I be able to keep my promise?' I feel a tear roll down my cheek and I don't even bother to wipe it away. 'How would they punish her?' 'Would they make her date another guy?' two more tears roll down my face. 'Would they make her date another band member?' With all my troubled thinking I'd gotten to a point where I'm silently balling because I'm worried about the future, and I don't want to wake Briley. I wipe away my tears and lays there with my eyes closed trying to calm down.
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~Briley's P.O.V.~
When I wake up I see that Twilight is still on and that I'm still in Harry's arms.
"Wakey, wakey..." I whisper in Harry's ear.
Harry replies with a few mumbled words.
"Harrrrry... wake up......"
"But I don't wanna...." He says quietly.
"Pleaseeee?"
"Fine.... but only because you asked nicely."
"Thank you Harry."
"Want me to make you breakfast," Harry asked me.
"I was hoping we could go to the diner down the road," I said questionably.
"Sure, as long as it's good," he said chuckling.
"I'm gonna go change," I say to Harry.
"Why?"
"Because I look like a slob."
"No you don't," Harry said seriously.
"Yes I do."
"Nope."
"Then what do I look like Harry?"
"A beautiful slob," He said smiling.
"Oh my gosh, I'm going to go change now."
I walk to my room and grab dark skinny jeans and my white sweatshirt with all of Harry's tattoos. I slip on my black converse and leave my room.
"Harry, I'm done."
He comes around the corner and bursts out laughing.
"What? I was a fan girl then, I'm a fan girl now."
"Do you want me to dress up as you.... or no?"
"You know, if you wanted me to change all you had to do was ask," I said walking towards my bedroom.
"No! No no. I was just joking around, I love it." Seeing that I have my mind set on changing my top, Harry runs toward me and picks me up. He throws me over his shoulder and asks, "Can we go eat now?"
"Yeah sure, if you can put me down."
"How about I don't put you down and we go eat because I'm really hungry?" Harry asks putting me on his hip like you would a toddler.
"Whatever," I say sliding onto his back.
We walk out of my apartment and down the stairs taking a left to the diner to shops down. He set me down as we come up to the door and takes my hand instead. I look up at him and smile. A bell jingles as Harry opens the door. We sit at a small booth in the corner and a young waitress, probably younger than me, comes up to us.
"Hi," Harry says with a smile.
"Hi!" she exclaims then smooths out her skirt. "Hi. I'm Ashley and I'll be your waitress today. May I start you off with something to drink?"
"Uh yeah I'll take a coffee and she'll have..." Harry said.
"Hot Chocolate," I say smiling.
"Okay. I'll have those right out," she said.
"Thanks," I said, smiling.
"You're so nice," Harry said smiling.
"What do you like me because I'm mean to you?" I ask sarcastically.
"Touché," he says leaving a kiss on my cheek.
The bell jingles and I turn towards the door. The man walking in is tall and wearing a trench coat and is carrying a brief case. He sees Harry and I and turns to us.
"You ma'am are to be 50 feet from him at all times," the man says factually.
"Says who?" Harry asks.
"Says me. I'm the lawyer who assigned this restraining order."
"I didn't ask for this!" Harry yells.
"I'm afraid she has to get 50 feet from you or I have a right to call the police and get her arrested," the man said, completely ignoring Harry's comment.
"No!" I yell, "I won't leave him. I'm not moving."
"Then I will call the police and make you move."
"Babe just go," Harry whispers in my ear.
"No. I'm not leaving your side until I have to," I tell Harry truthfully.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Okay," Harry says sounding a tad bit disappointed.
"Ma'am I'm going to call the police," the man said firmly.
"Go ahead."
As the man pulls out his phone and dials 9-1-1 I kiss Harry's cheek.
"I love you baby. I promise you I'll figure something out. I won't let anything bad happen to you, or us, I promise," Harry says, a tear rolling down his cheek.
"I know Harry, I know. I love you." As soon as I finish, I hear sirens getting louder and close.
I grab Harry's checks and kiss him full on as the cops arrive.
"Briley Robinson, you are under arrest for violating the terms of this restraining order." the officer says as he cuffs my hands behind my back, with Harry sitting and watching silently. The officer turns me and pushes me through the diner's door, and across the street, into the back of his car.

~Harry's POV~
I look out the window, watching the cop car take Briley away to the police station. Tears fall down my face, and I don't even attempt to wipe them away.
"I'm sorry Harry, but she's just not good for your image or your reputation at all, plus I kind of have to follow orders I made." the man says with no sympathy at all.
"You aren't sorry at all!" I yell, getting up and dashing to Briley's apartment. I reach her door and open the unlocked door.
I walk in, shirt the door, and go to her room and lay on her bed, crying, harder and harder, realizing that everything that's happened has been my fault. None of this would have happened if I would've just signed her case, and not put my number in her phone.