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The Innocent and The Evil

Six

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” Harry said through clenched teeth as his fingers wrapped around my thigh, surely leaving a mark from his grip. “Let’s get something straight, Dear. He did not kick my ass. I’ll be happy to take him again anytime. Is that clear?” I simply nodded because I didn’t know what else to say. “Could you possibly get your fucking hands off me? That’d be great…” I asked more confidently than I expected. He looked down and took his hand off my leg. I nodded a quick thanks then, stood up from the bed we were both sitting on. “Fuck…” He whispered.

I looked at him, wondering what the outburst was for. “I didn’t mean to do that, Frankie. Shit!” He stood up abruptly and started to pace the room. Mood swings much? Geez…

“Bro, you’re good, it’s fine. Just chill.” I tried to calm him down but I don’t think it’s working. “No, it’s not fine. Do you really crave attention so much, you’re going to sit here and tell me that’s okay for me to put a mark on you?” Harry looked at me with a hard expression. I scoffed. “What the fuck is your damage?! I don’t crave shit from you. That being said, get the hell out of my house.” I said while stepping to the side, pointing at my bedroom door.

“Wait Frankie, that’s not what I meant-“ He tried to plead with me but I cut him off. “Out.” I said again. He sighed and walked towards the door but not before stopping to apologize once more and give me a kiss on the cheek, one which I, unfortunately, swooned over a bit.

After he left I laid on my bed and cried, not because I was hurt, but because I was just so frustrated with everything that’s going on right now. I’m just a big wimp I guess…

**

It’s been about 3 days since all the shit when down over the weekend. It’s Wednesday and I’m sitting on my bed reading a book because I’m lame and Sarah is on vacation with her family until next week. So my summer has a pretty boring start so far.

Surprisingly, Jason didn’t tell my parents anything. So, I didn’t get in trouble about that. I’ve gotten a few texts from both Jason and Harry, apologizing. I haven’t answered them though, for the simple fact that I was just pissed off that Jason thinks he can just say sorry and I’ll forgive him, and Harry for basically calling me a attention whore. So, fuck both of them.
I walked down stairs to grab a bottle of water and both of my parents were in the kitchen talking in hushed whispers.

“No, John. I understand you have to go on this trip, and lord knows I want to go to Dubai, but there’s no way in hell I’m leaving our 17 year old daughter home alone for 3 months. Nope, I’m not doing it. Either you find a way to get her to come, or I’m not going…”

“Maria, as you said, she’s 17. She’s more than old enough to stay home alone and it’s not like she’s a wild child. I mean she’s in her room reading a book for God’s sake! I trust her and you should too. Plus, we could always have Jason check in on her every once in a while too. We all know how much he cares for Frankie, he won’t let her do anything reckless. If need be, she could stay with him.”

I scoffed quietly. I am perfectly capable to stay alone. I don’t need someone to watch over me as if I was a small child, especially Jason.

I walked into the kitchen and to the fridge as if I heard nothing. “Hey mom, dad.” I greeted them with a small smile once I got my bottle of water.

“Dear, we’ve something to tell you…” My father trailed off and looked at my mother, as if asking for her permission. She nodded slightly.

“I’m going on a business trip to Dubai and your mother would like to accompany me, but we’re going to be gone for quite some time, and your mother here is a little concerned with your well being while we’re away. We’ll of course deposit money in to your bank account every once in a while to buy food and other things you need, but are you okay with staying here for about 3-4 months?”

“I mean, if that’s okay, then yeah. I’m good.” I said nonchalantly, but we all knew I was bubbling inside. My father chuckled and nodded. “When are you guys leaving?” I asked. My mother spoke up, “Early Friday morning.” I nodded and walked off to my room once everyone stopped talking and it just became awkward.

I text Sarah and told her the news and she flipped her shit. This summer might actually be fun…

**

It was Friday night, my parents left this morning before I even got up. Sarah, got into a fight with her mom, as usual, so she flew back from vacation early, and now I’m just waiting for her to get here.

Just as I finished my thoughts, the doorbell rang. I grinned knowing it was Sarah, here to save me from my boredom. Grabbing the door handle, I said, “Since when do you use the doorbell?” But was surprised when it wasn’t Sarah standing there, it was Harry.

“Um, hey.” He said, running a quick hand through his curly hair. “Hello.” I replied, short and sweet.

“Do you mind if I come in?” He asked. His voice was so attractive, like damn. “My parents will be back soon, so-“ He shook his head. “Lying isn’t very nice, Cupcake.” I could feel my cheeks heat up a bit, but I’m not sure if it was from being caught in a lie, or him calling me cupcake…

“How do you know I’m lying?” I challenged. He shrugged. “Sarah told Zayn, Zayn told me, it was kind of a chain reaction.” I nodded, not know what else to say. That seems to happen when I’m around Harry, I never know what to say, I haven’t decided if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

“So, can I?” He asked again. I nodded again and stepped to the side to let him slide past me.

“So… What’s up?” I asked, wondering why he showed up at my house unannounced. He shrugged. “I was just thinking about what happened and this past weekend, and our date and I couldn’t help but come over here and do this…” He briskly walked towards me and grabbed my cheeks, and landed and soft kiss on my lips, and God, it was good…