The Innocent and The Evil

"Come on Frankie! It'll be fun!" Sarah tried to pull me from my bed. "Oh get up! It's one outing. You need it! You're parents are finally gone for the weekend and you need to do the teenage thing and be rebellious!" I sighed. "But my mother trust me to do exactly the opposite of what you're telling me to do, Sarah! Holmes Chapel is small and if anyone sees that I was out at a illegalunderground fight and tells my parents, I'll be dead!" She stuck out her hip and put her hand on it, giving me a knowing look. A look I know all to well and at this point, I know what's coming next. She walked into my closet grabbed the tub of clothes I hid deep inside the closet and tossed it in my room. She then stared walking towards me.

"No, no, no, no! Come on Sarah! Can't you just respect my wishes?! I mean- ah, stop it! Let go of me, damn it!" She had me by my wrist and was now dragging me into the bathroom. She does this every time. And every time, I give in. You would to if your best friend did what she was about to do.

Tossing me into the bathroom and shut, the locked the door. She hurriedly grabbed the shower head and turned on the cold water. Spraying my body with it. I gasped for air as she sprayed my face. After about, I would say, 30 seconds, she turned it off.

"Will you go now?" She asked politely. I glared at her and got up to get a couple towels. She nodded her head in triumph. "You know, I'm seventeen and its not fair the way you treat me." She shrugged and dragged the tub of clothes to my bed. "I don't know why you got those out. They are in a tub, hidden away for a reason. Those clothes are just too revealing for me. And if my mother ever found them I would be dead." She frowned as she stared at the now opened tub. "These are all the clothes I got you..." I laughed. "Exactly!" She shrugged again and stared looming through them.

About an hour later I was done doing my hair and make up. Sarah had an outfit out for me. It was just the beginning of summer. So she set out short shorts and a pale pink tank top with ruffles on it. I nodded in approve. I put on some bracelets and a necklace with black low top converse. I walked downstairs and saw Sarah sitting on the couch. I cleared my throat to get her attention away from her phone and on to me. She smiled widely and jumped up.
"Ready to go, Babe?" Sarah asked. I nodded. She locked her arm with mine and we walked to the door. "Shall we take my car, or yours?" I asked. I have a black SUV and Sarah had a VW many green bug. "Mine, it might be easier to find parking since mine is smaller." I nodded and hopped in the passenger seat.

20 minutes passed before we parked in a bowling ally lot. I looked at her quizzically. "It's in the basement. They couldn't really have a illegal fight club out in the open." I laughed and we walked to the door. Opening the door we walked straight to the hall on the left. At the end of the hall was a door. As soon as you opened the door there was a set of stairs and all you could smell was beer and sweat... Ew...
"Hey Mark, Sup Quinn." Sarah kept greeting people I've never seen before. "Come here often?" I asked her sarcastically. She shrugged and we went through another door. But when we walked into this room it was a munch of buff guys yelling and screaming. Sarah immetetly pulls me through the crowd and in the front of the circle. I was not happy with how close I was to the boxers. I look over at Sarah and she was punching the air yelling out incohearnt things. She said she was betting on the blonde one, who I learned was a kid named Niall. She won some money. So I guess she actually put money on him. The next match started. A guy named Louis announced the boxers were Harry Styles and John Moore. Once I saw them I realized they were in my graduating senior class a few months ago. They were both troubled kids and always in trouble.

The match started and I found myself doing as everyone else. I was hooting and whooping and throwing my fist in the air. Jumping up and down and smiles while doing so. Harry gave one last punch to John and he was on the floor, eyes closed. I stood there while everyone else was screaming and yelling, I stood there. Shocked to say the least and deffinetly modified. Harry looked at me and smiled. He walked up to me. Of all the people, of all the girls rooting for him, he walked up to me. My mind finally clicked and as he got closer I stepped back farther. He frowned and cocked his head to the right ever so slightly. Nevertheless, he quit walking towards me. Sarah yanked me back to her and glared at Harry. She walked right up to him and stared him down for what felt like forever, but in reality was only about 20 seconds.

"Stay away from Frankie. She's not your type anyway." I looked around and a few people were staring. I looked back and he was staring at me again.

"So you name's Frankie? Nice..." Harry smiled and walked around Sarah. My eyes widened when he came up to me.

"Didn't I just say stay away from her, Styles!" Sarah screamed. Oh lord. She's gonna get her self killed!

"Oi, Styles, do you not listen?! I know you hear-" She was silenced as Harry put up his hand. "Let her speak. She has a mouth." He smiled towards me, then looked at her with a griminess.

"And if you don't shut yours, I'll have one of the guys put it to good use." He spat through clenched teeth. My eyes got bigger and Sarah stepped back. "Now, you... What am I gonna do with you?"

My hear picked up as he reached up, I flinched away. He frowned and got closer to me, whispering in my ear.

"I would never hurt you. Remember that..." Then he walked away. Sarah walked up to me, shrugging.
"Everyone knows now. Harry has an interest in you and now no guy in town will talk to you. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought you here."

"What do you mean, no guy will talk to me?" "It's happened before, with that kid Niall. Everyone is scared of them."

It's over..

Notes

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