Bad Reputation

//Chapter Twenty-one//

Songs;
One direction~Happily

Taylor Swift~Blank Space

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I rolled over, on my side, to find a mop of curls in my face.
Harry's arm was draped along my waist, he was holding on tightly as if he was afraid to let go.
I felt a sharp pain in my left side of my face, along my cheek.
I padded my fingers along my face and felt a jagged edge, then a silicone or plastic.
"Morning,"Harry mumbled, rubbing his eyes.
"Hi, what's my face look like?"I said, as his eyes shot open.
"What's wrong with your face?"he said, sitting up, as I turned my side of face toward him.
"What happened?!"He glared, running his fingers over it, as I clenched my eyes closed, at the stinging pain.
"T-Trevor,"i shook, flinching at Harry raising his voice.
"Is he still alive?"Harry said, lifting my chin with his thumb and pointer finger.
"N-no,"i cried.
"Who killed him,"Harry spoke, playing with my hair, combing it out on the pillow. I looked at Harry, he eventually knew that I killed him, he sat me up and pulled me onto his chest.
"Do you know what, he deserved it. He done bad things to girls like you, and you stuck up for all they young girls from the youngest of five. They are all on heaven thanking you for this, you avenged them,"he said, drawing circles on my back, gently. As I closed my eyes enjoying Harry's delicate touch.
"Woah, I didn't know you could talk about stuff like that,"i said, shocked from his speech.
"Some piece of shit, aye,"he laughed, as I slightly hummed in response on his chest.
"You sing in your sleep you know,"i giggled at Harry.
"Oh my god, so do you,"Harry jumped up, making me jump.
"Really?"I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, your quite good,"he complemented, as I blushed at his words.
"Your not too bad yourself,"i said, play punching him, them laying down on his chest.
"Sing for me,"i said to him, as he looked down at me, wide eyed.
"Nooo,"he moaned.
"Please? For me?"i tricked, making him raise an eyebrow then finally give in.
"Fine, but only for like one verse,"he groaned, then cleared his throat.
You don't understand, you don't understand.
What you do to me when you hold his hand.
We were meant to be but a twist of fate, made it so we had to walk away.
Cause we're on fire,
We are on fire,
Yeah, we are on fire,
We are on fire,
We're on fire now.
I don't care what people say when we're together,
You know I wanna be the one to hold you when you sleep,
I just want it to be you and I forever,
I know you wanna leave, so come on baby be with me,
So happily.
"Your so good!"i clapped, as his cheeks went dusted pink at my complement.
"Thanks,"he said, trying to hide his cheeks.
"Now it's your turn,"he said, as I sat wide eyed, shaking my head vigorously.
"I'm terrible,"i groaned, as he shook his head.
"I won't know that till you sing,"he whispered, dragging out the 'ing'.
"I done it, so you have to,"he added, as I looked at him unsurely.
"Please? For me,"he mocked, as I rolled my eyes.
"No,"i argued, as he looked as if he was thinking what to say next, to persuade me.
"Please,"he begged, as I thought about it then cleared my throat.
Harry
She sat up and cleared her throat, as my mind exploded from how she actually was going to do it.
"What song?"i said, as she tapped her finger on her chin, thinking.
"Hmm, I'm thinking,"she wondered.
"Maybe an up to date one,"she confessed, as I just rolled my eyes at how much she was overthinking about this, it's only a song.
"I've got one!"she yelled, as I jumped, and she sat on her side of the bed with her head lowered, as she picked at her nail varnish, that remained on her dainty finger nails.
She tapped the rhythm with her fingers then opened her mouth to sing.
Nice to meet you, where you been.
I could show you incredible things,
Magic, madness, heaven, sin.
Saw you there and I thought,
Oh my god, look at that face,
He looks like my next mistake,
Loves a game, wanna play, ay.

New money, suit and tie.
I can read you like a magazine,
Ain't it funny, rumours fly,
And I know you heard about me,
So hey, let's be friends,
I'm dying to see how this one ends,
Grab your passport and my hand,
I can make the bad guys good for a weekend.

So it's gonna be forever,
Or it's gonna go down in flames,
You can tell me when it's over,
If the the high was worth the pain.
Got a long list of ex-lovers,
They'll tell you I'm insane.
Cause you know I love the players,
And you love the game.

'Cause we're young and we're reckless
We'll take this way too far
It'll leave you breathless
Or with a nasty scar
Got a long list of ex-lovers
They'll tell you I'm insane
But I've got a blank space, baby
And I'll write your name.
Belle
"Jesus, your good babe,"he said, as I blushed, heavily may I add.
"Thanks, I don't think I'm that good, Harold,"i shrugged, then laid back down pulling the covers up to my chin.
"You think your not loads of things, but to me, your perfect as you are, just yourself, Belle Kingsland,"he murmured, then reached over and kissed me.
That's when my stomach erupted in butterflies.
That's when I knew I liked him.

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Okay, I know its short. I know.
Don't hit me, I'm sorry.
I've had a lot on. I'm practicing for a massive Dance Comp, and it's so much pressure, so please try and understand.

But I wanted to be nice and at least update a chapter.

So here.

Carly💋