Fallen Too Far

"Harry! What are you doing here?" I screeched, stepping onto the deck from my bedroom, praying my parents would not wake up. He smirked before stepping on his cigarette.

"Come with me." He said, letting out the last breath of smoke he had.

"Have you gone mental? My parents would kill me!"

"Just sneak out, you're pretty much half way there." I glared at him.

"I will not do it."

"Please stop the proper grammar shit, it's kinda a buzz kill." He said with a chuckle in his throat.

"Sorry. But I will not-" I stopped myself when I noticed Harry's eye brow raising. "I won't do it." I covered.

"And why not?"

"I don't know, because I do not want to!"

"*Don't. You don't want to. But I think you do."

He was challenging me.

"Come on Charlie, I'll have you home in a hour!" He called to me.

"Did you just call me Charlie?" I asked, more then confused. My name was not Charlie. It was Charlotte.

"Yup. My new nick name for you" No one's ever called me that. "You commin' or not?" He asked with a grin on his face.

I was hesitant to answer but I found myself putting a leg over the railing and hopping off, landing in front of Harry.

"You promise I will be home in a hour?" I asked.

"Yeah yea I promise. Let's go babe."

BABE!?

***

She is still naïve but innocent after spending the past 3 years being bullied at her old school in London. But being forced to move to Cheshire, where all the punk's and pot heads live, might not be any different. She's the 'teacher's pet.' Straight A's for everything, even if it was simply sharpening a pencil for her teacher.

He's a typical bad boy.. Tattoos, piercings & a different girl every night. And he didn't care at all. He was raised on the streets of Cheshire, so that's all he knows to do. He regrets nothing.. Until a certain lady comes in.

It does not matter because she is falling for his charms, falling for his caring side. Falling for the rush only he can give her. She is falling for this intriguing and very bad boy.