The Innocent and The Evil
Eleven
Harry's POV
It's too much. I think she's hot, sure, but it's too much to deal with when I'm not getting anything out of it. She only called once today, while I was helping Niall set up a party at his house. Putting up the beer pong tables, mixing the drinks, getting out the red solo cups and he even bought little solo shot glass cups; they're awfully adorable. Just as I set the last couple bottles of vodka on the table, my phone dinged telling me I had a text message. It was Frankie saying she needs to know if I'm wasting her time. I don't have time for this, I still have to go home and shower to get ready for the party and honestly don't have time for a crazy emotional teenager. Tonight I will have fun and then I think I'll talk to Frankie...
Frankie's POV
I grabbed my keys to my truck and we all hopped in. Niall didn't live far, a little less than 20 minutes; and when we got there the place was bangin. Once I couldn't find a parking spot after circling the street, twice I finally gave up and ended up parking in his front yard along with a few others. We got out and Sarah pulled me to the side before we entered the house.
“Frankie, don't do anything stupid tonight. Your meds won't work if you're drinking, so I'll allow you tonight, but after tonight, no more. Do you understand?” Sarah said to me. I rolled my eyes and nodded my head only because I didn't want to pick a fight with her when she was only trying to help anyway.
I stood there, not knowing weather I should respond or just ignore him. Before I could decide, he spoke up again. “Does Jason know you're here... Looking like that?” He looked me up and down and I had to push back the bile rising in the back of m throat. So I shrugged and turned away from him, desperate to stop this conversation. But being the new drinker and extreme light weight, I stubbled just a tad, but enough for Jake to notice. “Whoa there! How many have you had already? The party just started!” He chuckled as if he said something funny. I rolled my eyes and smacked his hand off my elbow. I'd rather fall flat on my face than get help from Jake fucking House. He scrunched his face up and puffed out air. It hit my face and all I could smell were cigarettes. I grabbed my drink and went to try and leave, again.
“You know Jason's here and when I tell him you're here, oh, he'll have a field day with this one! And you're drunk! Which makes this all the better...” He trailed off as I got further away from him.
I sat in the living room where there was a couch, soon after sitting down, Zayn plopped down next to me with Sarah already on his lap. I smile at their affection. I turned my head and saw Harry starring at me with his mouth slightly opened. Then he looked past me and his face hardened, eyes going dark. That's the same look he had when he pushed me that first night and I looked behind me, scarred of what I'd see. And there stood Jason and a smirking Jake behind him. That little fucker.
“You're drunk.” He said to me as he finally pulled away. He looked slightly hurt, but was no longer paying attention to Harry. I shook my head, denying the obvious. Jason sighed and wrapped his arm around my waist as he began to pull me away. I turned around and Harry was leaning against the doorframe across the room. He hasn't really moved at all and he definitely still looks pissed off.
Jason pushed us into the bathroom and closed and locked the door behind us. Sighing I sat down on the toilet seat and took a big gulp of what was left of my drink before Jason snatched it out of my hand and threw it in the shower. “Hey! What's your problem?!” I screamed and stood up, gripping the counter top for support. “You are my problem, Frankie! I can't turn my bad for two seconds without you getting into more and more trouble that I always have to clean up! You're spiraling out of control damn it!” He hits the wall out of frustration and I didn't even blink. Like I said earlier, I'd be too drunk to care tonight and I am.
“You don't have to clean up anything, Jason.” I say as calm as I can. “I'm not asking you to come be my hero or savior. I don't need it nor want it. I'm sick of everyone telling me what to do all the time. It's exhausting. So, if you'd be so kind to fuck off, that'd be great.” I say and wait for him to move. His shoulders slouch slightly. “Who are you? What happened to my beautiful baby? She'd never do this shit. She'd never be here drunk off her ass. What happened to us, Bambi?” I use to love when he called me that, now I just see it as him saying I'm weak and fragile. Now I hate it. “I grew up and stopped expecting my prince charming to come save me. I stopped waiting for my fairy tale ending, Jason. I stopped caring...” I shrugged and tried to push past him. He let me, it was like he was dead or something. Once I opened the door Jake was standing there, glaring at me as always.
“Move.” I said through my teeth. He laughed. “I don't take orders from you, Bambi.” Jake said in a condescending tone. “You don't leave until He says so.” I sighed and turned around to look at Jason, hoping he'll tell this over grown child to get the fuck out of my way. “Take her home and don't let her leave. I'll be there soon, I have some shit to take care of.” Jason said with no emotion. Jake grabbed my arm and began to pull me away. “What?! No! Jason you can't control me! Stop treating me like a child, this isn't okay anymore!” I try to scream but my yells are drowning from the music. I grab Sarah's arm as we pass the couch, trying to get her attention. She turns around and her eyes go wide.
“Jake! What are you doing?!” She grabs his shirt trying to slow him down. “Stay out of this Sarah, it has nothing to do with you. Not to mention you're already in a load of shit with me for what happened with mom. Go to Zayn's house because no one is coming over to Frank's tonight. Got it?” He towered over her, giving her that look that always terrified people.
I'll never understand how she can talk shit to Harry all day with no fear, but can't stand up to her big brother.
The car ride back to mine was awkward. I had to let Jake drive my car because He rode with Jason to the party. I don't know what Zayn and Sarah are gonna do because they came to the party with me. With everything that's going on right now, I'm beginning to sober up and I'm not liking reality too much.
“I know you hate me, but my loyalty doesn't lie with you, but to Jason.” Jake said after a few short minutes of silence. “You're right. I do hate you. You're a fucking liar and I can't stand you.” I simply said. “Watch your tongue Frankie.” Jake growled at me. “You did this, this is your fault. You lied to Jason and you're the reason he hurt me.” I tried to hold back tears as the memories from that night so long ago resurface. “I had to! I didn't think he'd get that mad! I had to stop him from what ever the fuck was going on with Sarah. If I told him that you were with someone else, he get away from my sister. She deserves better. He was distracted long enough for her to move on with Zayn. I feel terrible but if it means protecting my sister over you, I'd do it again.” He sickens me.
“They had sex one time, Jake! Nothing was going one between them other than that one time! You didn't have to do anything! I was in a fucking coma because of your dumb ass!” I yelled. He looked over at me with sorry eyes. “Not my problem. I got what I wanted.” I huffed and pressed my cheek to the window.
It's too much. I think she's hot, sure, but it's too much to deal with when I'm not getting anything out of it. She only called once today, while I was helping Niall set up a party at his house. Putting up the beer pong tables, mixing the drinks, getting out the red solo cups and he even bought little solo shot glass cups; they're awfully adorable. Just as I set the last couple bottles of vodka on the table, my phone dinged telling me I had a text message. It was Frankie saying she needs to know if I'm wasting her time. I don't have time for this, I still have to go home and shower to get ready for the party and honestly don't have time for a crazy emotional teenager. Tonight I will have fun and then I think I'll talk to Frankie...
Frankie's POV
“Alright, Franks, Niall said he's having a party at his so we can head over when ever we're ready, are we ready?” Zayn asked when he walked into the living room to find my sprawled out on the couch waiting for them two to get ready. I nodded and grabbed my phone and my chapstick, then stuffed them in my bra. I didn't want to be bothered with keeping up with a purse all night.
I grabbed my keys to my truck and we all hopped in. Niall didn't live far, a little less than 20 minutes; and when we got there the place was bangin. Once I couldn't find a parking spot after circling the street, twice I finally gave up and ended up parking in his front yard along with a few others. We got out and Sarah pulled me to the side before we entered the house.
“Frankie, don't do anything stupid tonight. Your meds won't work if you're drinking, so I'll allow you tonight, but after tonight, no more. Do you understand?” Sarah said to me. I rolled my eyes and nodded my head only because I didn't want to pick a fight with her when she was only trying to help anyway.
Walking into the house there was people laughing and drinking and I think I even faintly smell pot. This is gonna be a good night, it has to be. Upon entering the kitchen, a red cup was handed to me and it smelled like cherry. I shrugged and downed half of it before I took another step. I don't drink, I think I've had one glass of champagne at my cousin's wedding and that was last year. So even after just half a cup, I could already feel my blood warm and my head swoon. It feels nice, so I downed the other half. And another, and another. On my fourth cup and it hasn't even been 15 minutes.
I stood there, not knowing weather I should respond or just ignore him. Before I could decide, he spoke up again. “Does Jason know you're here... Looking like that?” He looked me up and down and I had to push back the bile rising in the back of m throat. So I shrugged and turned away from him, desperate to stop this conversation. But being the new drinker and extreme light weight, I stubbled just a tad, but enough for Jake to notice. “Whoa there! How many have you had already? The party just started!” He chuckled as if he said something funny. I rolled my eyes and smacked his hand off my elbow. I'd rather fall flat on my face than get help from Jake fucking House. He scrunched his face up and puffed out air. It hit my face and all I could smell were cigarettes. I grabbed my drink and went to try and leave, again.
“You know Jason's here and when I tell him you're here, oh, he'll have a field day with this one! And you're drunk! Which makes this all the better...” He trailed off as I got further away from him.
I sat in the living room where there was a couch, soon after sitting down, Zayn plopped down next to me with Sarah already on his lap. I smile at their affection. I turned my head and saw Harry starring at me with his mouth slightly opened. Then he looked past me and his face hardened, eyes going dark. That's the same look he had when he pushed me that first night and I looked behind me, scarred of what I'd see. And there stood Jason and a smirking Jake behind him. That little fucker.
I stood up too quickly and my head felt a like it was floating and ended back on the couch. I tried again, only slower this time.
“You're drunk.” He said to me as he finally pulled away. He looked slightly hurt, but was no longer paying attention to Harry. I shook my head, denying the obvious. Jason sighed and wrapped his arm around my waist as he began to pull me away. I turned around and Harry was leaning against the doorframe across the room. He hasn't really moved at all and he definitely still looks pissed off.
Jason pushed us into the bathroom and closed and locked the door behind us. Sighing I sat down on the toilet seat and took a big gulp of what was left of my drink before Jason snatched it out of my hand and threw it in the shower. “Hey! What's your problem?!” I screamed and stood up, gripping the counter top for support. “You are my problem, Frankie! I can't turn my bad for two seconds without you getting into more and more trouble that I always have to clean up! You're spiraling out of control damn it!” He hits the wall out of frustration and I didn't even blink. Like I said earlier, I'd be too drunk to care tonight and I am.
“You don't have to clean up anything, Jason.” I say as calm as I can. “I'm not asking you to come be my hero or savior. I don't need it nor want it. I'm sick of everyone telling me what to do all the time. It's exhausting. So, if you'd be so kind to fuck off, that'd be great.” I say and wait for him to move. His shoulders slouch slightly. “Who are you? What happened to my beautiful baby? She'd never do this shit. She'd never be here drunk off her ass. What happened to us, Bambi?” I use to love when he called me that, now I just see it as him saying I'm weak and fragile. Now I hate it. “I grew up and stopped expecting my prince charming to come save me. I stopped waiting for my fairy tale ending, Jason. I stopped caring...” I shrugged and tried to push past him. He let me, it was like he was dead or something. Once I opened the door Jake was standing there, glaring at me as always.
“Move.” I said through my teeth. He laughed. “I don't take orders from you, Bambi.” Jake said in a condescending tone. “You don't leave until He says so.” I sighed and turned around to look at Jason, hoping he'll tell this over grown child to get the fuck out of my way. “Take her home and don't let her leave. I'll be there soon, I have some shit to take care of.” Jason said with no emotion. Jake grabbed my arm and began to pull me away. “What?! No! Jason you can't control me! Stop treating me like a child, this isn't okay anymore!” I try to scream but my yells are drowning from the music. I grab Sarah's arm as we pass the couch, trying to get her attention. She turns around and her eyes go wide.
“Jake! What are you doing?!” She grabs his shirt trying to slow him down. “Stay out of this Sarah, it has nothing to do with you. Not to mention you're already in a load of shit with me for what happened with mom. Go to Zayn's house because no one is coming over to Frank's tonight. Got it?” He towered over her, giving her that look that always terrified people.
I'll never understand how she can talk shit to Harry all day with no fear, but can't stand up to her big brother.
“Sarah, no. You can come to my house if you want. I don't care. It's my house.” I glared at Jake. “Jason's order's. You step foot in that house, I can't help you. Just go away Sarah, please.” Jake pleaded with his sister. I've never heard him say please, even to Sarah. Jason must be really upset.
The car ride back to mine was awkward. I had to let Jake drive my car because He rode with Jason to the party. I don't know what Zayn and Sarah are gonna do because they came to the party with me. With everything that's going on right now, I'm beginning to sober up and I'm not liking reality too much.
“I know you hate me, but my loyalty doesn't lie with you, but to Jason.” Jake said after a few short minutes of silence. “You're right. I do hate you. You're a fucking liar and I can't stand you.” I simply said. “Watch your tongue Frankie.” Jake growled at me. “You did this, this is your fault. You lied to Jason and you're the reason he hurt me.” I tried to hold back tears as the memories from that night so long ago resurface. “I had to! I didn't think he'd get that mad! I had to stop him from what ever the fuck was going on with Sarah. If I told him that you were with someone else, he get away from my sister. She deserves better. He was distracted long enough for her to move on with Zayn. I feel terrible but if it means protecting my sister over you, I'd do it again.” He sickens me.
“They had sex one time, Jake! Nothing was going one between them other than that one time! You didn't have to do anything! I was in a fucking coma because of your dumb ass!” I yelled. He looked over at me with sorry eyes. “Not my problem. I got what I wanted.” I huffed and pressed my cheek to the window.
We pulled up to my house shortly after that, and a familiar black truck pulled up right after us. Stepping out of the passenger seat was Niall, and Harry stepped out the driver's seat.
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