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I left JCPenny's with a pair of jeans on. They were the typical skinny denim that my mom wasn't entirely against but I know she doesn't really enjoy them on me. His green eyes watched me as I dropped his new -- used -- black boxers in his bag. I stifled a laugh as I did it, trying to avoid his goofy grin and the gaze he kept solely on me.

"Come on, you want to laugh," Harry pushed, pinching the skin on my hair before I slapped his touch away. This was a little different than the usual dirt bag Harry was around me. From Clary, she views him as a pretty cool guy. Around me, however, he turns into the biggest, most annoying dirt bag of them all.

Harry was a bipolar little bitch. Simple.

"It's the most embarrassing thing I've ever experienced. Aren't you glad you witnessed it all?" I asked, slightly harshly and the teasing still buried beneath my words somewhere.

Harry scoffed. "Of course I am. I wish I took a picture."

"Hate you," I muttered, making my down various sections but now really knowing which I was heading to. Harry followed beside me, arms crossed over his chest.

He turned to look at me as we walked. "But aren't you glad I didn't? I bought you a pair of jeans and now you look like you've been outside. Looking like you left the sheep farm."

"Really?" I breathed, frowning. "A sheep farm?"

"Yeah, Wool Incorporated," he chuckled lightly. "If I say church I'm scared your mom would pop out of nowhere and lecture me about the goodness of God's will."

A lazily quiet laugh escaped my lips. "I wouldn't joke about that."

"But seriously. The least you could do is thank me." He insisted, and I knew he was right. I can't express my emotions correctly without either tearing up or stammering until my tongue twists into knots. I'm glad he didn't leave me there half naked. I'm glad he was the one to be on the other side of those closing doors of the elevator. No one else could have been better. As shocking as that sounds.

I looked up at him, realizing our ceased movement as we stopped by the entrance of JCPenny's. "Thanks, Harry...a lot," I breathed, feeling relieved that I managed to keep my train of thoughts in one piece.

"So will you flash me your t*ts now or...," he snapped his fingers, rolling his eyes with that stupid grin slipping into his features right after he stopped frowning. If you overlook the stupidness that radiates from him like a plague, you realize he's not as bad as he is when he insists on irritating someone.

I scoffed. "We're in public." I began to walk away from him, smirking when I heard his footsteps speed up to fall into place with mine.

"Don't bring my hopes up like this. Don't do this to me," he pressed a large hand to his chest where his heart supposedly was. I doubt this guy had a beating, warm heart. He's an asshole any other day, but I'm glad he chose this one not to be.

I ignored his constant pleads to see my bo*bs. An old couple heard him down as we stood at the escalators, and they obviously were awfully offended by Harry's request. Harry ended up getting glared at by a lot of people, and I wasn't surprised as he stuck his middle finger at a couple of them like he didn't care what they thought.

Harry brought his hand down to mine, holding it there until I managed to slap it away again. I still had to get shopping done in thirty minutes. I glanced at my phone, exactly forty five minutes before my mom would call me down and expect a whole not of shopping done.

"Harry, you honestly don't have to stay with me." I said, hoping he'd take the hint.

He looked down at me, frowning. "You don't want me here with you, right?"

His voice was like a pin to my heart because it sounded like he really was hurt. My eyebrows raised on my forehead, my eyes watching his intently. "I-I'm just saying," I stammered. I sighed heavily, knowing that if I tell him to leave me alone he's going to get angry at me. I don't understand why he wants to spend time with me any longer than he should. "You can stay," I said, avoiding the clenching of my jaw.

Harry smirked a little, like he was trying to hide it but couldn't manage to hold it back. I had suspicions about him. I was certain he knew exactly what ran through my head most of the time, because his eyes were so bright they felt like they burned through my head and read every single word that I didn't speak.

"Okay," he shrugged casually. "I'll stay. Give you some fashion advice while we're at it." There's the asshole that has been hiding all day.

"Oh?" I hissed, eyebrows raised and arms over my chest. "Guess what you won't be seeing today."

Harry grinned a little knowing what I was referring to, grasping my wrist knowing if he went for my hand I'd smack it away again. "C'mon, babe, let's go back and get you underwear."

"I hope you know I don't choose to dress like that." I wanted him to know that I'm not a loser. For some reason it bothered me for him to think I was fully unattractive.

He huffed. "Oh, trust me, I know."

I smirked a little, actually genuinely. Harry and I made our way back into JCPenny's. I'm growing tired of this store the more time we spend in it. Especially knowing my mother could be around. Imagine if she already saw me with the guy she warned me about? She didn't even let me ask questions about him, and here I was side by side on a shopping spree with him.

We stood near the lingerie area once again, and I grew amused as Harry watched at my choices. I was quick to pick. It was just the way I was. I shopped quick because I knew what I wanted and I knew it would look good because it's my taste. Not my mother's. Not Clary's. Not influenced by what Kate Upton was wearing. No. It was what I wanted and I didn't question it twice.

Wow, I sound like a stuck-up little bitch.

"You have nicer taste than I thought," Harry muttered to himself, but I knew exactly what he was muttering about. Most of the lacy underwear I had in my hands were darker colors. Bright colors made me feel weird, and queasy. I just thought darker colors were...sexier in a way.

By the time I was at the bras, I glanced up at Harry who scrolled through his phone patiently. I thought he'd scoff and scowl like he didn't want to stay but I knew he wanted to. But no, he was patiently waiting for me to finish so we could move on to the next store. I felt like he was my boyfriend, and I knew people probably assumed that. The lady at the cashier had her eyes glued to Harry's ass but I didn't want to tell him because he'd probably go over there and flirt her up.

She was like thirty anyway. If he liked older ladies he should go online to Cougarlife.com

I kept feeling the bras, seeing which fabric was more comfortable and preferable. Harry seemed to close in the distance from us, his eyes glued onto something else. I didn't pay attention to him much, grabbing a maroon bra with lace straps and outlining and full cups. It was so pretty --

"Serenity," Harry's deep, raspy voice was closer to me than I thought. It stunned me a little when I looked up, seeing his taller frame covering me from the sight.

"Why are you standing so close to me?" I asked, a little annoyed.

"Um...," he seemed to think a little, frowning.

I grew a little impatient. I swear, if he had to say something could he just be a little faster? He spoke slow most of the time. "What, Harry?" I asked gently. I didn't want to sound like more of a bitch than I already do most of the time towards him.

My eyes stared into his as he looked down at me. "Isn't that your mom like eight feet behind me?" He whispered.

The widened look in my eyes was a sign for my psychotic side showing like a mask being pulled away. The side that drove me to punch a girl in the face in fifth grade. The side that made me smoke weed for the first time in ninth grade. And the side that let Harry near me at Natalie's party.

I slowly leaned back to look around his body. Once I noticed the skirt and Willie's tiny frame grasping her hand, I whimpered and quickly hid behind Harry. I grasped the fabric of his black t-shirt in my fist.

"Oh my fucking God, I'm screwed," I whispered like it was the most painful thing ever.

Harry rolled his eyes. "If you can get out of trouble, I doubt you can't get out of this one. C'mon...I mastered this skill at age ten." Harry instructed me to follow his instructions, and I got apprehensive when his body was pressed against mine, my face practically buried into his cheek, my lips squished against his warm skin.

"What the actual fuck, Harry?" My voice was muffled, eyes wide as I was squished on the opposite side of his face facing away from my mother.

Suddenly a loud...very loud tune vibrated from my back pocket. And I knew I was dead. Fucking dead.

"I love it when you call me big Pop-pa

Throw your hands in the air like you a true playa"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Harry chuckled quietly into my skin, hand suddenly grasping my back pocket and muffling the sound of the words. It didn't help, but it was quieter than before. Much more. That meant his hand was on my ass and he was enjoying it as he squeezed a little, making me growl.

"You're so lucky we're in this situation right now," I hissed through my puckered lips. My cheek was pressed against his, his arms wrapped tightly around my frame. He was hiding me pretty well from my mother. The good thing was I was wearing jeans this time, and my mother would never suspect of it.

I rolled my eyes, staring up at the ceiling for a glance as he squeezed more. "She glanced at me and rolled her eyes," he told me quietly, "I think she's praying for us."

"Stop playing. Is she gone yet?" I whispered back, and he shook his head a little and smirked. I could feel the movement of his cheekbones when he smirks against my own. Again, for his own pleasure trust me, he squeezed my ass cheeks.

"She's talking to the cashier, and she's about to call you again, I guess," he whispered, his hot breath fanning against my ear. My own hair tickled my skin, and I felt myself grow stiff as he reached and tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. The gesture was gentle and a huge contrast to his cocky, aggressive personality.

Again the ringtone was loud, and Harry covered his large palm against the fabric of my jeans to muffle the sound. We knew if we ended the call quickly, she'd know I was trying to avoid her. Harry breathed and hummed to himself, probably enjoying our close distance while I tried to keep my arms away from him.

"You suck at pretending to be my girlfriend for five minutes," he muttered, and I could tell he rolled his eyes.

"Well excuse me, I'm kind of panicking here." I snapped back.

"Wrap your arms around my neck before she keeps staring over here."

My eyes widened. "She's staring?"

"No," I sighed in relief, "But the little kid with her is and he's tugging at her hand."

"Holy fuck, that son of a little bitch," I hissed more likely towards the child that was the reason I got into more messes.

Impulsively, I wrapped my arms around his neck and cuddled closer to his warm frame. I sighed heavily and closed my eyes, now choosing the time to beg for forgiveness to God. If he could just let this one slip, I'll finally beat my five year-old brother at something. That kid knew when he saw me.

"What's going on now?" I asked quietly, sounding like a scared little toddler.

Harry's hand was off my ass, which I appreciated, and currently on my lower back. "She's ignoring him. They're turning around. The little kid though keeps looking at us."

For a five year-old, Willie had a strong, keen intelligence. I'm glad my mother underestimated him because of his age, or I'd be in such shit right now. A breath of relief was exhaled, my arms hugging the curly-haired douche bag harder than before. I could easily choke him right now but I fought against the tempting option.

"Thank you so much, Harry." I whispered, eyes still closed.

"No problem, Serenity."

I was glad he used my name and not his ridiculous pet names.

Once I purchased all the underwear, I had about twenty minutes to do the rest of my shopping. Harry was at my side the entire time either mocking my angry expression or pouting at me for attention.

"Harry, stop," I slapped away his finger as it repeatedly pocked at the curve of my breasts. I know my big "tatas" as Elliot calls them, are a big temptation but I really don't enjoy it when I'm laying down and they decide it's okay to lazily move up to my chin and suffocate me. And Harry poking them as I searched for simple blouses and things my mother wouldn't kill me for wasn't on my "things I love" list.

That list was actually a little short.

He began to tug at the ends of my hairs softly, and I actually found that a little comforting. His long fingers twirling my hair in them was more calming rather than distracting. "Why aren't you injuring me with those hangers right now?" He teased.

"Because it feels nice." I admitted, not bothering to look at him while I searched through the racks in Macy's.

"Really?" He sounded really surprised.

I nodded, not bothering to use my voice. Harry stood behind me, and for some reason it felt safe that he was shielding me from the eyes of my mother that could spot me from miles away. He played and tugged at the ends of my hair gently, patiently waiting for me to finish here so I could get the last of my things at shoe store. I'm getting rid of these flats one way or another.

It feels strange to get along with him. We both still dislike each other, but here we are shopping together. Here we are with his hands in my hair and my back to his chest. No bickering and no stupid antics from the silly banter we both had going on. It was nice. I guess.

"I don't get why you're mother's so strict about your life." He said gently, barely above a whisper. No one else could hear him but me.

I shrugged, still looking through the racks and picking out a grey shirt with lace short-sleeved and a normal neckline that my boobs won't hop over like a game of fucking hop scotch. "I don't know either. I guess she doesn't want me screwing up my life."

"But you're not. You're a straight A student and you actually go to school," he replied, his voice sounding lost and like he wasn't even thinking as he spoke.

How he knew I was a straight A student was beyond me. I didn't bother asking, though. "I do a lot of things behind her back, Harry. My mom just isn't the type to accept a lot of things. Like my ambitious goals."

"What are your goals?" He asked right away.

I stopped going through the racks, sighing. His question got me thinking. "I've always wanted to travel the world and write about my experiences. She told me that was pretentious and no one cares what I have to say."

Harry's hands stopped in my hair. "She told you that?" He sounded like he's never heard such thing in his life.

"Yeah," I whispered. "Harsh, right?"

"Harsh? That's fucking awful." He was getting too angry over something that isn't his problem. "Why would anyone ever tell their kid that?"

"Harry, just drop it. It's not like I listen to her." I told him, rolling my eyes but he couldn't see me.

"So? It still bothers me. My mom's barely around, but when I tell her shit...she doesn't discourage me about it. What the actual fuck?" He exasperated.

"Can I continue? I want to get a pair of new flats that aren't in that hideous color." I wanted to change the subject before we got into detail with this conversation.

Harry didn't answer me, probably still upset over nothing. It was nothing. It was something I faced a lot when it came to my mom. She wanted me to be a doctor, to save lives. But I can't live my life saving people and waking up to do the same thing over and over again. I'm not a savior. I'm not on this planet to be some overly intelligent woman to cure cancer, although that'd be nice.

I'm just Serenity, and I want to live before I have to settle down.

Something my mother doesn't understand.

I finished with eight minutes to spare. With my bags resting around me on the floor, I sat at a bench at a closed off area with Harry sitting next to me. We sat there and talked, him mostly irritating me when he made fun of me for getting flats again.

"You're so annoying," I told him, leaning against the bench lazily. My feet were throbbing at this point.

He chuckled softly, pearly white teeth visible. I watched him laugh, staring ahead of himself. He was so handsome and so annoying. Both those things combined make him a bad combination with me because I'm annoying, too and highly irritable.

"I'm just saying. You hate those things so fucking much. And what do you do? You get them in another color. You're such a dumb ass." He laughed.

I slapped my hand against his bicep. "See all of this makes it impossible for you to get a flash from me."

"I'm not gonna get on my knees and beg for your forgiveness. I'm gonna get flashed one way or another."

"Okay, Blondie."

He scoffed. "When I'm in a band, and I become famous, you'll be the first fan to flash at me. I'll be bigger than Justin Bieber."

I laughed at him, rolling my eyes. "Is that seriously your dream? Being in a band?" I didn't want to make fun of him for his goals, since he defended me over mine.

He turned to look at me. "No, idiot," he spat teasingly, "I don't wanna be in a gay ass boy band" (the irony lmao. love those idiots) "I'm more of a...sporty kind of guy."

"What do you play?" I ask, sounding like I'm interested. Maybe I was because he wasn't making inappropriate gestures right now.

"American Football. If I was in college I could be getting the opportunity of a lifetime. Everything my dad dreams of," he sighed, sounding highly annoyed by his dad.

"Why don't you go to college?" I frowned at him. He literally has everything in the palm of his hand. The idiot doesn't see how lucky he is? He's got the money, probably the skill for it I'm sure, and he's got the looks of a hot football player. I'd watch Football for him if I didn't know him and saw him on TV. He'd be all over my walls in posters and crap.

Harry's nose scrunched up at the thought. "Because my dad wants that more than I do. And I don't want to make him happy."

"What? Why not?" What he said sounded really awful but I wanted to know why.

"Because he doesn't deserve to be happy. He's an asshole and that's why he's in jail." He spat, nostrils flaring. I didn't want him to explode so I stopped probing his personal life right there. I didn't want to hear more. But seriously what was he going to do the rest of his life? Live off his family's millions and millions?

Sounds like the life, honestly. No work, no responsibilities, and all the money in the world. He can't have it any better than that. Really.

I sighed, knowing it was time to go now. "Okay, well, I have to go." I got up, grabbing my bags and slide the handles up my forearms to get them all. Harry sat there, still frowning and angry. He wasn't in the mood to talk anymore and I could see that, and I didn't want to be bothered to put up with his anger issues.

I began to walk, but he called me immediately when he realized I was leaving. "Serenity, wait."

While turned the other way, I sighed heavily, tempted to roll my eyes. I turned around. "Yeah?"

He looked me dead in the eye. "Today never happened, got that?" A smirk was curved into his plump, pink lips. I knew he was playing with me, but honestly I didn't want to share my experience with anyone. I bet he didn't either.

"Between you and I." I replied, blank expression on my lips.

He stared at me for a second. "Wow," he muttered to himself.

"What?" I bluntly asked, impatient.

"You're so...full of life and amazing. Your facial expressions surprise me," he sarcastically remaked, before I hotly sent him a glare turning around. I heard him chuckling as I walked away, and he finally moved in the opposite direction.

Once I saw my mother sitting at the food court with my dad and Willie, I felt dread overcome me. I wanted to be around Harry more now that I had to return to my regular life. My mother had bags in her hands, and she looked up at me and sighed heavily.

"Oh, good. You're actually right on time."

Don't test me bitch. I will burn the ten dollars I have spare.

"And Serenity," she said, and I looked up at her from staring at my shoes, "answer your phone next time, will you?"

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0. Problem by Ariana Grande ft Iggy Azalea  

1. Fancy by Iggy Azalea

2. Ain't it Fun by Paramore

3. Bad Reputation (Original) by Joan Jett and the Blackhearts

4. Chocolate by the 1975

5. Milk by The 1975

6. Falling For You The 1975

7. Magic by Coldplay 

8. True Love by Coldplay 

9. Nine in the Afternoon by Panic! At the Disco

10. Let there Be Rock by AC/DC 

11. Come Out and Play by The Offspring

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