note // i want to say 10K is absolutely amazing thank you so much. and i've gotten comments when people say "serenity brags about herself" or they go into deep things about how she's conceited well...not every fucking character has to be excessively insecure i mean...lol c'mon it's a fanfic don't get so butthurt guys.

but i seriously i love you all
imma start doing "song of the day" thing so the song of the day is:

Undercover Martyn by Two Door Cinema Club -- fantastic song from an amazing band

Serenity;

    I should be worried, but to be completely honest I'm half dead from the few, emotional experiences I've endured so far. I'm just sick of having to hide everything. It's going to be out in the open already, so there is no point in lying anymore. It obviously has Harry's ID, credit card, or some other shit in there that will give away his identity. I'm not the smartest, but I'm not the dumbest.

    My lips pressed into a temporary line. "That's..." I sighed. "Harry's."

    "Yeah, I know! What's it doing in your room -- in our house!?" He roared. I saw in his eyes that he was purely pissed off by the fact that I let Harry inside our house, when mother directly told me she wouldn't hesitate to call the cops. Dad wouldn't consider it twice, either. His entire face was filled with rage, turning red at the ears.

    My shoulders raised in a shrug. "He...um...was here. Last night and this morning."

    The wallet fell to the floor where he had aimed to throw it at. His index finger proudly pointed in my direction as I shimmied in my seat a bit, holding the bowl of cereal. "Why would you ever let that lowlife, good for nothing in this house!? How dare you go beyond every rule we've set and let a boy into your bedroom?!"

    "Dad," I said calmly, only to be interrupted as usual.

    "Don't, Serenity!" He shouted. "You've crossed the line. What were you thinking?! What if Willie saw him?"

    It's a little too late. But it irritates me how they seem to talk about him. It's like they believe he's a murderer and he'll set fire to our possessions with one foot in the house. They are horrible to quickly judge him. I've done it, too, but I gave him a chance. It turns out he's someone very important to me. And it truly angers me how my parents think of him.

    I huffed. "You act like he'll kill someone!" The words came out much louder than I thought.

    His eyes widened a bit before he began to shake his head. "Maybe he is!"

    I stood up from my stool, bringing the empty bowl into the sink. Sighing and rolling my eyes while my back was to him, I turned on my heel and crossed my arms over my chest. I narrowed my eyes a bit, clearly annoyed with this already.

    "Judging people is wrong, you know that. Don't they talk about that at church?" I asked lowly.

    He scoffed. "This isn't about church. This is about you making a mistake. I already told you, you are not allowed to see him! And what do you do?!"

    "I'm eighteen in a month or so!" My own finger poked my chest. "You can't tell me I can't see him, dad. As a matter of fact, I won't. No matter what you say."

    My father rolled his eyes, chuckling bitterly. "Serenity, you are so naive. And innocent. You have no clue what guys of his type him are like. Trust me, he's taking you out and making you laugh now. But later on he'll drop you and go for the next girl."

    "I'm innocent?" I laughed, my jaw tightening a few seconds later. "You have no idea," I muttered angrily.

    "I'm ashamed that you've been corrupted by your friends. I thought you were much smarter than that."

    "Don't guilt me, dad!" I screamed. "You don't know me, and I'm your own daughter! You have no clue how I feel about myself. Ten times worse than what you and mom think, that's for sure! There are so many things I wish I could take back, but none of those are meeting Harry."

    "God, you have no clue what you're doing!" Dad shouted, running his hands through his light brown hair. "You are a beautiful girl, smart, and talented. But you choose to take a worthless path! Serenity, you have endless potential. That boy is a distraction, okay? He will ruin your chances of getting into a nice collage. Let me tell you, that boy is probably the biggest lowlife in town!"

    I huffed. "You don't know what you're saying, really. Harry's the one who told me I shouldn't drop my grades for him! He said I should try my senior year. He fucking agreed with you! And you're here talking horribly about him like you know him!"

    "You don't know him!" He disregarded my profanities. "He has a criminal record!"

    I laughed humorlessly. "Dad, those records are of pointless, almost innocent things. Like destruction of public property or stealing a bike when he was fourteen."

    "That's what you think! He's hurt people before." There wasn't a word I could say to change my father's opinion on Harry. It frustrated me to no end as he continued to speak. "He's put people in hospitals and has angry breakouts. Elliot's father told me he even has issues with his anger!"

    "So?" I shrugged my shoulders. "Nobody's perfect, dad. Harry protects me, he makes me laugh when I'm upset. He makes me happy. That's what he was doing last night. He came over and somehow stopped me from crying anymore."

    "I can protect you. You don't need some punk that will eventually leave. Elliot, even."

    "Elliot is one of my closest friends, one of the best, but Elliot can't even beat up dough." I said dryly. I'm sorry for Elliot, but it's true. He'll try to fight someone, but would end up with bruises because unfortunately he really sucks at fighting. "And what do you know about protecting me? You've never done it."

    "That is not true," he spat. "I've tried all my life to protect you."

    "Well, you've failed." I raised my voice from the mutter I was speaking in before. "You're my father, you're supposed to protect me. Harry, however, isn't asked to. But he does it anyway."

    Father shook his head again, his hands sliding down his face in frustration. He groaned. "He is only looking to get you in bed. And then it's over."

    "If that's what he wanted, he wouldn't have spent almost two months on me." I didn't realize what I said until I watched my dad's surprised expression.

    He inhaled. "Two. Months." He paused, eyebrows furrowing in anger. "You've been seeing him behind our backs for almost two months!?"

    I entwined my fingers together. "Not really. We were a little like enemies in the beginning, and then we just started hanging out one day. It just...happened." It felt weird talking to my father about this, but there wasn't a point in trying to take it back. Or trying to undo the mess I just made.

    "I can't believe this," he sighed. "All I'm going to say is if I even smell that boy in this house, it's over for him. I'm going to call the police. And they'll take care of him gladly."

    My jaw clenched, muttering, "Okay."

    "Don't shed a single tear in front of me when that punk breaks your heart," he said firmly, turning around and heading out of the kitchen.

    I angrily turned back to the sink, slamming my hands down at the edge. This is unbelievable. They've both given up on me, basically. I should expect it, honestly. But it adds to all the negative things that have happened so far.

    My phone began to ring on the kitchen island. I snapped my head towards it, jogging over and turning the device over. I looked at the caller ID to see it was Clary.

    "Hey," I said softly.

    "Serenity, gosh! Are you okay?"

    "Yeah, I'm fine. Harry helped me out."

    "Aw!" She squealed. "You should have seen him when you ran out! He dragged Derek down the stairs and almost broke the bones in his back!"

    My eyes widened in horror. That's great, Harry hurt him like he deserved. But this also means that Harry might just get in trouble for it. "What?" I hissed quietly. "He's on his last strike! This could mean prison for him!"

    "Relax, Seri! Derek can't say shit. Zayn gave us the pictures that were on his phone so we have evidence of what crimes he pulled himself. Louis and Niall were the ones to beat the shit out of Derek, though! It was the best thing I've witnessed since Piper Collin's hair caught fire at that party we went to when we were sophomores." She explained hastily.

    I frowned in confusion, not sure if I understood correctly. "Wait, what?"

    "Derek did illegal things that night by letting those pictures out. He can't tell on neither Louis, Niall,  nor Harry or we have those pictures to prove what wrongs Derek committed. You're a minor, Serenity. Those are pictures are considered pornography of minors. It's a horrible thing, but there are a lot of wrong things with that."

    "Like what? Besides child pornography?" I asked quietly, and anxiously.

    "Well, for starters you, Derek, and the rest of the dipshits involved could get filed for drug use. Weed, you know. And also drinking because you're all minors, too. Not to mention that Harry isn't a minor, nor are Louis and Niall. But, they technically assaulted one."

    My hand rubbed against my cheek in complete despair. "What if it spreads?"

    "It won't. No one has said a thing about it. Everyone who went to the party also gets fucked. It's a lose, lose situation for both sides. It's none of us or all of us." She muttered quietly.

    "Well, at least neither of sides are dumb to --"

    "There's one more. One that doesn't have to do with the party."

    "What?" I asked, my heart in my throat out of anxiety.

    "Harry is two years older than you. Nineteen. He's not a minor according to the law, but you are. Your relationship with him at the moment is considered illegal. But, I wouldn't really be nervous about that one. You're turning eighteen, soon. So it's harmless, right?" She explained nonchalantly.

    I shook my head, hand against my forehead. "Hopefully. Derek's a dumbass if he decides to bring up any of these, though. We have the pictures now."

    "Yeah, and don't worry Zayn sent them to Emily, no one else. And we watched him do it, if you have any trust issues against Zayn. He then deleted them off Derek's phone. They're gone for good. Only to be used if Derek decides to blindly fight back." She assured me.

    She was right. But they were worthless now. Everyone important to me has seen them already, so there's no point in them being sent out again. Unless, my parents see them. I really hope those pictures weren't sent from Derek's phone to anyone else. Or that would be a bitch.

    I got off the phone with Clary a few minutes afterwards. I proceeded to text Harry about watching movies with him tonight at his house instead of mine. I might just spend the night there as well. But, anyway, I told Harry about my father, too. He didn't seem surprised one bit.

    Serenity: all set then?

    Harry😍😚: yep. i'll come pick u up at 7?

    Serenity: yes please 💕

    Harry😍😚; okay, i'll see you soon babe 😍💕

    Smiling at the text, I went upstairs to my bedroom and grabbed my towel. I showered, dress in some leggings and a hoodie, and lied on my bed to roam social networking. I only have Instagram and Facebook, which still remains a secret to my parents. I reached into my shirt and touched the diamond tattoo on my rib cage. I almost forgot about that, too. I don't think they've seen it yet. That would be the last straw, honestly.

    Soon enough, I started playing a bunch of different apps and trying out drawing games, too. I think I died plenty in Temple Run. I even tried this Taxi Cab app where you'd drive around hitting as many thing as you can and getting your customer to his/her destination on time.

    I only left my food to get food. So you knew it was serious how infatuated I was with the apps.

    Not a member in the family had bothered me. They were all either at the restaurant or home, but avoiding me. I don't blame them. And to be honest, I don't want to talk to them. I know my cousins and uncles will be leaving tomorrow afternoon, but I don't want to deal with that at the moment.

    My phone vibrated in my hands, interrupting my taxi game and making me miss a round of valuable coins I so needed. I groaned, sliding down the notification bar on my phone and seeing Harry's text.

    Harry😍😘: babe im outside

    Hurriedly, I typed in my own message and sent it before beginning to get off my bed.

    Serenity: okaayy. you fucked up my game score, btw. screw u 😭😣

    Harry: sorryyy 😔. i'll come up and get u at the door 😉😂

    My eyes widened. "What? No!" I yelled at my phone, but it was too late when I heard the doorbell ring. Is Harry fucking insane at the moment? He was doing it on purpose. I know my mother was out with my aunt and one of my uncles, and maybe Mia. But I knew the rest were here. Including my father who just said he'd call the cops on Harry.

    I sprinted out my bedroom, at the top stair when I heard my father ask, "Who are you?" He sounded disgusted already.

    I heard a chuckle. "I'm Harry," he said mockingly, but my father wouldn't know what he was doing. "I'm here to pick up my girlfriend, Serenity. Do you know where she is?"

    There was a pause. "And what makes you think I'll let you out of everyone take my daughter out of the safety of her house?"

    "Sir, I understand your concern. But, I take care of Serenity," he said, amusement glistening in his eyes. I thought my father was going to reply, but Harry smugly smirked and said, "In more ways than one."

    "Listen, boy --!"

    "Harry!" I shouted, sounding pleased but I was everything except that. I gave him a fake, angry smile. "Dad," I muttered afterwards.

    My father turned to watch me with his angry, wide brown eyes. I sent him a bitter smile, slightly worried of the outcome. He was already burning hot on his face with red, immediately offended and angry by Harry's words. I'm so pissed off at Harry, if it weren't for my good ability to mask my emotions in front of my parents, I would be pushing Harry to the floor in fury.

    "Oh, hey, baby," Harry grinned, wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me towards him. He quickly leaned in to kiss me, our lips meeting for a small, audible peck. I pulled away almost immediately, a second going by when I glared at him. He still stood at the doorway, now with me.

    Dad stood there with astonishment, and anger. Both mixed so frequent with him that I could tell when he felt them. I cringed when he took a step forward. "What...do you think you are doing?" He asked me, angrily.

    "I'm going over Harry's for a while." I answered simply, cutting him off when he opened his mouth to protest. "I'll see you in a couple of hours. Bye!"

    I rapidly pulled Harry from my doorway, angrily tugging at his arm harshly as he turned around and waved at my father. "It was nice to meet you, sir! I was going to return her bra from last night anyway, so us meeting was inevitable!"

    The door slammed harshly, and he began to laugh loudly. I let go of his arm and opened the door for myself. I was so fucking angry I couldn't pull myself together in order to yell at him or do anything. I just sat there in silence as Harry, still chuckling to himself, sat in the driver's seat.

    Harry just doesn't know when to stop. I sat there, staring at the road as he began to the car. He knew I was angry at him, but made no effort to apologize or anything. The silence in the car turned into faint music Harry turned on, humming to himself and occasionally drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.

    I crossed my arms over my chest, looking out the window as Harry acted like nothing had happened. He even reached for my hand, and I immediately pulled it away from his reach. All he did was huff and roll his eyes, placing the hand back on the steering wheel.

    When he arrived at his house, I opened the car door for myself, angrily beginning to walk towards his front door. But as I was doing so, his hand came to grab my wrist, tugging me backwards. We met eyes when my body subconsciously turned around to face his, a deep scowl on my face. He stared at me with his pale green eyes, scanning my face before talking.

    "I'm definitely not sorry about that."

    I sighed, shaking my head. "You're not helping yourself."

    "What's that supposed to mean?" He asked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

    "My parents think horribly of you. And you just made yourself look worse! You're proving to them that they're right when really they're wrong!" My voice began to raise accidentally. It was the thought of my parents thinking they knew Harry that angered me. And because Harry's an idiot sometimes as well.

    "I don't need to prove anything to your parents!" He exclaimed, finding it funny. Harry grabbed my hand in his, which I decided to allow. "C'mon, his reaction was pretty amusing."

    "To you it was," I muttered sadly, looking up at him with big eyes and worry. Something he's seen, but tends to hate because he claims Belle and I use it to get what he want. "I just don't want them thinking those things about you. You're nothing like that."

    Harry rolled his eyes, probably annoyed now because of the look I'm giving him. It's causing him to feel guilty, and he absolutely hates that. He didn't answer, only slightly clenched his jaw and sighed, looking down at me while I tried my best not to smile at how easy it was to get through him.

    I fought a smile when he muttered, "I'm sorry."

    "I don't think you mean it," I said steadily. There was no doubt I give into Harry too easily, but at least he didn't do anything worse. It could have gone worse, honestly.

    "Well, I fucking don't obviously. I'm just telling you what you want to hear," he admitted. What I love about Harry is probably how honest he is, although it gets to the point where he's an asshole.

    Chuckling, I shook my head at him. "You're an ass."

    "And I like yours," he winked.

    "Smooth," I smiled a little, feeling his arms snake around around my waist.

    "Heart-eye emoji," he whispered, making me laugh in confusion and amusement.

    I got it, though. And it was super cute. "Kissy face emoji," I whispered back.

    He leaned in to kiss me, pressing his palms against my back and pulling me closer to his body. I wrapped my arms around his neck, smiling at the contact of our lips. He smiled back, eventually ruining the whole sweetness of the kiss, turning it into him pinching my ass and constantly shouting "clapping hands emoji" at me.

    We went inside and were greeted by silence. "Where's everyone?"

    Harry was already walking into his kitchen while I followed behind him. "My mum texted me saying they're at some event at the mall. I don't even know."

    I nodded and we soon got to making popcorn and picking movies. We went upstairs with snacks and already a couple of movies in mind. I lied down on one side of the bed, leaning against the headboard of the with many pillows piled behind me as Harry reached for his TV remote and retreating back to the bed. I grabbed the bowl of popcorn on his side just as he went to lie down.

    Soon enough we were sitting beside each other as Harry clicked through Netflix.

    "Don't make me choose a chick flick. Or I'll literally start crying," Harry teased, turning his head to smile at me.

    I looked at him and rolled my eyes. "For your information, I don't watch romance movies. I love horror movies."

    "This is why you're my girl," he commented with a smirk, turning to the tv as I watched the side of his face.

His hair was a mess of curls as usual, pushed back as he frowned at the TV. Always looking confused or angry. I don't understand, but still he's just as gorgeous as he is when he smiles, or even furiously yells at someone with that vein popping out on his neck. Anything he does is just fascinating, and I hate that I can't find one imperfection on this human being.

    Yearning for contact, I cuddled into his side, laying my head on his shoulder and against his arm at first. He stopped looking through movies and wrapped the arm around me, pulling me into his side with a smile on his lips. "You just love cuddling me, don't you?"

    "Yes," I admitted shamelessly. "You're warm and cuddly."

    "I honestly don't think you understand how not warm or cuddly I am." Harry laughed jokingly. A goofy grin plastered itself on my face as I scoffed.

    "Shut up, and find us a movie."

    He did just that. We settled on The Devil Inside. As the movie began, I groaned at the fact that the lights were still on. "Baby, can you turn the lights off?"

    "Oh hell no," he grumbled. "I'm comfortable."

    "But I hate the lights on when watching a movie," I whined.

    "I do, too. But let's face it, neither of us will get up." He stated, and it was the most factual thing I've heard in weeks.

    Groaning, I decided to do it myself because I won't be able to enjoy the movie without making sure those lights are off.

    As I stood up and walked around the bed, Harry teased, "Hurry or something might grab your feet from beneath the bed."

    I'm not going to lie, I always feel like someone is going to grab my foot from underneath the bed and I always run for it. I shut the lights off and squealed, sprinting back on the bed as Harry watched with amusement. I scattered around until I was back in my spot, cuddling into Harry's side as he quietly laughed to himself.

    "It's not funny," I huffed, wanting to laugh myself, honestly.

    "It's okay, baby, I'd fight any monster that tries to eat you alive," he playfully said, pecking my temple and making me grumble beneath my breath at him.

    Thirty minutes into the movie, Harry and I were not paying attention anymore. It turned into him sliding us down the bed gradually until we were both lying on our backs. He laughed and refused to accept that he had done it purposely. I was lying underneath me as he hovered over me, our lips locked and moving in sync. Harry kneeled between my legs, his hands finding mine and forcing them above my head.

    I sighed into our kiss, running my fingers through his soft, unruly curls. As our kiss deepened and progressed, he slipped his tongue into my mouth effortlessly. I tugged at his curls, pulling our lips apart from each other and staring up at him, "We can't watch a movie together."

    He hummed and didn't bother to answer, kissing me forcefully again. My shirt was removed seconds later, and his a minute after. Harry peppered little kisses down my neck, playfully biting on my skin and making me laugh every time he rubbed his nose against my skin. The gesture was adoring and it made my heart flutter in my chest.

    With my eyes closed, I kissed his nose, grabbing his face in my hands and nudging my nose to his. "Did I tell you how happy you make me?" I asked him quietly, opening my eyes to see him already staring down at me.

    "I think you did, but just to make sure you should tell me again," he mused, pecking my lips gently and releasing my hands from above my head. He grabbed my waist, holding onto me as he turned us over. He lied on his back, and I straddled his waist.

    I smiled at his playfulness. I grabbed his large hands and laced my fingers through the gaps of his. I leaned down, our faces now an inch apart. Harry's eyes stared into mine, the silence somehow comfortable as we both examined each other. We stared so long that he could probably count the freckles across my nose. And if I tried I could name every word possible out there that could describe his eyes.

    "Serenity, I need to tell you something. It's been on my mind for quite some time now." He blurted out suddenly.

    I frowned a bit, sensing the nervousness in his voice. I've never heard that tone before. And it worried me a little. "Yeah, sure. Anything."

    "I...," he began. "I think I  --"

    We heard Anne's voice outside the door. "Harry?"

    Harry rolled his eyes, annoyed and agitated in seconds. "Yes, mum?" He called back, narrowing his eyes at the ceiling.

    "There's a woman looking for Serenity? I think it's her mother."

        note // im so excited for the next chapter holy fuck something you guys would surely love bc im fangirling over my own ideas wtf

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