A/N: smut. harry gif ;) if you see a lot of censored words it's bc wattpad was going to rate this story R and i didn't want that

Serenity;

I hate a lot of things. Much of those things are naturally given the need to be disliked, and others are just little things that irritate me. My luck, however, is rarely likable. This can't be happening right now, I thought to myself. F*ck everything. We're so unbelievably stupid. Harry just had to show up tonight, Willie just had to see him, and I just had to f*cking act like everything was okay when really I'm being eaten from the inside of all my sanity.

My past is killing me. I can't escape the profounding damage that it's willing to cause all because Derek came back to control things. He's always been a control freak. Wanted everything his way until there was nothing in the way of getting what he wants. It's my own fault for everything that's been happening lately. I can't be happy is the problem. Whenever I'm happy there are so many obstacles in my way.

But, I'm determined to get my ass out of this one.

"God damn it, Harry. Really?" I whispered, my tone seeming like I was shouting. In fact, I wanted to shout. I wanted to scream out until my lungs couldn't take it anymore and I'd implode. There was this undeniable urge to crawl six feet under instead of having it done for me. I'm heading there anyways.

Harry shrugged his shoulders, placing his hands over his face. We don't have time for this.

"Get in my closet." I ordered him, which he only nodded his head at and followed my instructions. He clearly still was a bit off from the weed and alcohol, but I'm glad he's cooperating right now or things would be going much worse.

I rushed down the stairs the second he closed the door and encased himself in my closet. It was shocking enough he fit. At least something is going well at the moment. As my head spinned with nervousness, my legs took me into the living room. The door was wide open, my parents however, nowhere in sight.

Relief washed over me. They were probably getting something out of the car, which bought me some time to get Harry's cell phone and sprint back up the stairs. In the action of doing so, I spotted Harry's phone on the coffee table where he said he had left it, grabbing it and breathing in deeply. My foot hit the first step before I heard the car door slammed close again. It would take my parents at least ten seconds to walk from the driveway to the front door.

I ran as fast as I could, my heart in my throat, and my calves burning from moving so fast. In the attempt of sneaking into my bedroom, I was greeted by the sight of Harry leaning against the wall instead of being hidden in the closet where he should have been,

Angrily, I grabbed his hand and slapped the phone against his palm. I was angry at him for doing what he did tonight, I was anxious, distraught, and beaten down by my life.

"Just go, please." Even though I'm worried about him, I can't explain all my emotions at once. They're just jumbled up feelings making more problems for me. I can't deal with him right now. Just not now.

Harry just nodded, his voice not surfacing. I watched him open the window and step out into the fire escape, not a playful grin on his face nor a pleading to get kissed like he'd usually do. He was exhausted, still off from the substances, and I know he himself was upset. I know I can't control what he does, but it kills that he doesn't listen to me or what I have to say. I'm only doing it because I don't want him to get arrested.

I closed the window, breathing in and hoping for the best.

+

Today had me on edge. My mother was screaming at me, my father would constantly tell me to do this and that, Willie wouldn't stop touching dangerous kitchen utensils, and everyone else simply got on my nerves. Tiffany wasn't at work today, and she is probably the only sense of comfort that I have here.

I was seconds away from screaming at my mother and telling her to back the f*ck off. All my life I've had to deal with her bullshit, and today is just one of those days where I'm pushed too far. I'm tripping over things, running my hip into the counters when trying to move fast, customers keep asking for different things and changes in their orders. God, I wanted a gun so I could shoot myself in every single part of my body.

The moment I was waiting tables was my worst. I flipped over the notepad, scribbling down words to test the pen I'm using. My favorite pair of jeans were in the washer, so I had to wear some light-wash jeans that were folded at the ankles with a purple shirt that had a bow tied at the back and was simple in the front. I tied my hair up away from my face, wishing nothing more than to not be irritated by something as little as hair.

I looked up and saw the one and only Queen Bitch of the Bitches. She sat there, a white strip across her nose from the nose I happened to damage myself. The blonde kid that came to her rescue during the fight was there with her, talking about something she seemed to infatuated by. I clenched my jaw, gripping my pen tightly. I'm guessing she's f*cking him now. Poor guy.

Riley walked by me with a tray of soda pitchers. An idea popped into my head, and before I could stop myself, I grabbed one and walked over to her table. This is one for the many things she's done to me. One for her being the biggest fake friend. One for her being the one to hurt Emily's feelings further when we just happened to make her feel better. This is one for me.

The water flew out of the pitcher and pulled down to her. It started a the top of her head, everything moving in slow motion around me. I saw white with anger, hearing her gasp and scream, the water soaking through her hair and dripping down to her skimpy, white top. Maybe she wasn't wearing a bra and now it was apparent that her boobs will be on display for everyone. Lucky me.

"Serenity!" She screamed in obvious anger, her mouth agape. Her hands were outstretched beside her, whipping off the water that dripped down her arms. She stood up, looking down at herself. Unfortunately her top wasn't see through, and she wasn't experiencing embarrassment to the extent of tears. Although what she was getting was good enough for me.

I didn't care anymore.

"That's for not minding your own f*cking business, you cunt." I snapped.

Renee began to sniffle, her eyeliner rushing down her cheeks. I didn't feel bad at all. I became heartless the second people played with me first.

Oops, I'm a bitch.

Moments later the restaurant was stunned by my actions. So were my parents, to say the least. My mother rushed over and grabbed my arm harshly, her fingers almost stopping the blood traveling through the veins in my limb. Father was going to Renee's rescue, asking her if she was alright and such.

I rolled my eyes the second I was thrown into the kitchen, my mother sliding in after me.

"What is wrong with you!?" She screamed.

Not giving a shit anymore, I looked up at the ceiling in annoyance. "Oh brother, not another f*cking lecture," I said, loud enough for her to hear me.

She looked livid, but I wasn't going to care. What was she going to do? Hit me again? Her eyes were wide, face turning red, and her hands were in fists. If she didn't insist on being so religious I'd think she was a demon herself.

"Excuse me!?" Mother shrieked, eyebrows raised. "How dare you talk to me like that?!"

"I talk like this all the time when you're not around. That just proves how much you don't know me, mother," I admitted, seeming bored from it all. And I am, trust me. I'm tired of it all.

I looked up at her, shifting my weight onto my right hip. Her mouth fell agape a little, stunned from my attitude. "It's true," she began, the volume of her voice lowering, "I don't know my own daughter anymore. You are just...unbelievable."

The urge to roll my eyes came again. I'm immature, rebellious, rude, bitchy, and careless. I'm everything she never wanted me to be. I'm the daughter she never wished to have. Although it hurts, I've told myself enough times that I'm a failure to my family. I just can't keep hiding how I feel anymore. They'll probably lock me in my bedroom, and I'll find some way to go out and sneak out with Harry.

"You never knew me, mom. I've always been garbage in your way," I told her firmly, not looking away from her gaze. This time I'm not afraid. Maybe it's because I'm fed up with everything or because I'm finally realizing that standing up for myself matters more than being used like I have been many times before. But I am in no mood to be messed with.

Mother frowned. "That is not true."

I shook my head. "It's always been that way. You've neglected me my entire life!" I shouted at her, having the upper hand now. It's not like I wanted to waste my breath and shout at my own mother, but I'm kind of struggling with my life and she's not there for me. Never has been. "I don't come to you for anything. Not for advice, not for clothes, not for comfort, not for anything that I should be able to come to you for. It's like....like you never wanted a daughter to begin with."

"Don't say that!" She yelled, looking quite offended I even said it. Surprise.

My arms were in the air as I spoke. "Why shouldn't I? It looks that way, mom."

"You were never this way until you met that stupid boy." She gnarled.

Angered, I almost tore off my apron. I threw it on the floor, scrunching up my nose and feeling it sting from the rising temptation of tears. "He's got nothing to do with this! I've always been that way! I've always wanted to go out with friends and be around boys. You've wanted to keep me on this tight leash and whenever I tried to be civil with you, you'd push me away like a dog! You never smile at me, never once have you said I love you! How am I supposed to feel!? Happy that my parents act like I don't exist?! Happy that the only time you say a word to me is to boss me around or tell me to stop acting stupid?!"

"We were always trying to protect you! You don't understand, Serenity!"

"I'm pretty sure I understand."

Stressfully, she sighed and bent down to pick up my apron. She handed it to me. "Put it on right now, and go clean up the mess you made."

"No." I fired back. I glanced down at the apron, eyebrows raised and my arms crossed over my chest in defiance.

"Serenity," she warned. "Put. It. On."

"No."

"Serenity Ryan Carter! Put this apron on and go clean up your mess!" Mother shrieked, this time very loudly.

My ears sort of throbbed by her high volume, and I angrily snatched the apron from her and tied it around my waist again. No matter how much I'd want to throw it back in her face from anger, I'm still underaged. I'm still under her control, and I can't wait any longer until it's over and done with. Everything has become a burden in my life. I just don't know what I'd do when I'm forced to face the consequences of my mistakes.

+

Church ended and we were going to buy things for the fourth of July. It was just a few days away, and we're having a celebration. We're inviting my extended family from my father's side, not my mother's since they insisted they didn't have time to come. Not that I cared, anyway.

I haven't seen him in a week. Needless to say, I crave him. I miss his touch, his scent, his goofy attitude, and his raspy, deep voice. I miss it all. Not being able to contact him makes me go insane, but not as much as knowing there is a possibility he doesn't want to contact me. We had left off in bad terms.

Another thing is Derek. I haven't heard from him in the longest time, and it scares me quite a bit. Whatever he's up to makes me queasy. I needed to swallow down the bile of nervousness that would rise up my throat every so often.

By the time we were done buying decorations, food, plastic plates and forks, it was time to have dinner. I sat there, silently eating until I was finished. Without excusing myself from the table, I placed my plate in the sink and walked up the stairs. I'm surprised she didn't yell at me. I usually do the dishes for them, but I'm not going to tolerate being bossed around as much anymore. I've done everything they've wanted me to for the longest time.

I hopped into the shower, got out and slipped on my towel. People treat me like shit, so I'll treat them the way they want to be treated, of course. That's the golden rule. Treat others the way you wanted be treated. I walked inside of my bedroom, tossing my towel to the floor and locking my door.

I'm sure she'll avoid coming into my bedroom after this week and what's been happening. Our relationship has fallen into the category in which it is history. I no longer even mutter a word to my mother, and nor does my father attempt to reason with me. They've probably given up on me. Hell, I've given up on myself.

Searching through my drawer, I began to pull out a long, old t-shirt. I threw it back into the drawer, though, settling on just lying naked. As weird as it sounds, I do it all the time. Sometimes I'm too lazy to get dressed when I'm out of the shower.

Groggily, I went to turn off the lights. I sighed and lazily threw myself onto my bed, on my stomach. If I started to cry now, not a tear would fall. I've already cried out what's left of my feelings. I kind of feel numb, but not exactly at the same time.

My arms were folded over my head, my drying hair off to the side, and my face lying on the side against the soft pillow. It was heavenly to feel this tired and be able to sleep. I began to drift off, slowly entering the world of unconsciousness. As I was, though, someone was opening my bedroom window, feet quietly landing onto the floorboards. Half asleep, I payed no attention to it.

Not a minute later I heard a loud sigh, the bed dipping beside me. My eyes fluttered open a bit, feeling a large, barely rough hand travel across my bare back. I groan*d in exhaustion, shifting a little and being able to determine that it was probably Harry. I should be up and ready, telling him that I regret screaming at him and that I'm sorry. Literally, my entire backbone breaks into pieces whenever he's around. I turn into some sensitive little girl because I care about him so much.

I didn't move. I found the touch relaxing, his breath suddenly fanning against the skin of my neck. "I know you're awake. I'm pretty sure I said some stupid things to you the other night, and I'm sorry."

My shoulders shrugged a little, a heavy, relaxed sigh escaping my lips as his lips kissed down against my shoulder, trailing his mouth over onto my back, kissing the skin there with his soft, plump lips. "'is okay," I mumbled, not finding the strength to even speak full sentences.

His other hand trailed further down my back, dangerously close to my backside. I didn't mind the way he was touching me, considering I missed it so much. He pecked my skin multiple times, muttering, "F*ck, what are you doing to me?"

I was naked, half asleep, my parents downstairs still widely awake and capable of being aware, and still I couldn't control my need. My need to be in his arms. My need for him to lay his touch on me and make me forget. Take my mind off the things threatening to pull us apart. I'm so obsessed with him and only him. My mind tells me the right things, but I just do all the wrongs.

"You're always sleeping like this, baby? All fucking bare and so hott." He groaned against me, my eyes shooting open at his words.

Dirty talk like that wasn't a stranger to me, but from Harry they sounded so sexy. It was the thrill of knowing my parents are home and he was the guy they'd kill for if they even knew this was happening at a short distance from them. I'm a teenage girl going fucking crazy over a guy who so many people talk lies and lies about. He's dangerous, probably not by much. But he's mine. All mine.

"Touch me," I whimpered, inhaling deeply as I felt myself throbbing and the room temperature increases just as the more turned on I feel. My hands clenched while they were still above my head, his lips smirking against my skin.

The hand on my back trailed over my ass, squeezing just when I brought my bottom lip between my teeth. Harry suddenly stopped, going to take off his shirt and let it fall to my floor. Touch rested against the back of my thigh, pushing that leg away from the other and spreading my legs a bit before trailing his hand up.

I was practically a moaning mess already, and he hasn't touch*d me. My mouth fell agape, struggled gasps leaving my mouth when his finger began to gently rub the sensitive nub between my legs. I shut my eyes tightly, feeling ar*used and turned on as I felt his kiss against my shoulder once more. He continued to rub in circles, sometimes rubbing in figure eights. Then he moved his fingers down across my sensitive nerves, repeatedly rubbing back and forth and spreading my arousal.

"So f*cking wet," he moaned, making my breath hitch in my throat. I spre*d my legs further on my own, open to his touch and he only chuckled. "I see you like that, baby?"

As he touched, my hips moved against the bed subconsciously, itching for friction and to put it bluntly; sex. "Please, Harry." I whimpered, wanting anything that could get me off.

"Please what, beautiful?" He pushed, his finger grazing me. Harry kissed my shoulder blade. I was suddenly turned over, lying on my back as he was beside me, leaning on his elbow to stay up. Our eyes met, his lips ghosting against mine before we kissed. Again, it was heavenly. Needy overall and desperate, but heavenly passionate. His hand lied on my stomach, having him shift so he hovered over me, one of my thighs between his legs.

Desperately, I spread my legs again for him once more. The moonlight that streamed in from my window was the only guide of light, although he didn't need much. He pecked my lips, humming softly. "I need you to tell me what you want, baby girl."

I moaned in agitation just as he hissed, "You're my fucking princess. You drive me insane, you'll make me do anything for you. You're only mine, you understand?" His hands rubbed my inner thigh, making me eager as I breathed out a 'yes'. "Tell me," he urged, fingertips grazing against my skin.

"More," I breathed out, "Touch me, Harry, please."

Harry slipped a finger in, already coated in my arousal so the task was easier. I arched my back, biting my lip and determined to stay quiet. It became hard to remain silent as his lips attached to my neck, his finger pumping in and out and rubbing against the rough patch of skin that always took me there.

"Shh, don't want your parents knowing I'm here, baby," he whispered against my neck. Even with one finger, I was wrapped tightly around it. I've only had two guys in my life, and it's been a while since. When he added a second, I bucked my hips up, moving with his fingers and breathlessly panting. My skin was clammy now, because of having been touched. I parted my lips, looking into his eyes as he groaned quietly. "You're so sexy."

I moaned quietly, my face buried into his bare shoulder. "That's right, princess. Fuck my fingers just like that." The way he was talking filth like that to me. In his voice. With forbidden presence. Before we did anything sexual, I hadn't expected Harry to be so vocal. He's dangerously good at almost everything.

Before my hands were above my head, but I grabbed onto his curls, still moving my hips up to his growing pace. My breasts were bouncing as I moved, giving him quite the view. He was biting his lip roughly, watching my chest move.

"Fuck, baby. So, so hot," he moaned to himself, unable to keep his mouth from them. I felt his lips kiss around my chest, licking, sucking onto the skin, and making me reach my peak faster.

When I came, I let out a loud moan. Immediately, I closed my mouth and shuddered against his body. The intense feeling burned in every cell of mine. Harry removed his fingers, winking at me before he sucked onto them. He then gently placed a kiss on my lips, my arms snaking around his neck right before he was about to leave the bed.

"You're leaving?" I breathed, still attempting to settle my heartbeat. My lips pouted a little when he nodded. He can't just leave like that.

Harry kissed my forehead, lying between my legs and using an arm to keep his weight off mine. "I can't stay." He whispered, his thumb gently rubbing against my hipbone. "Your parents are home and we can't risk getting caught. Not after what happened. That was too close."

"My door is locked, though. You can stay with me. Please?" I cuddled myself closer, our bare chests touching. I'm so clingy -- well I think so. Whenever he's not around, I miss him. It could be an hour after we just spent some time together. I'm so pathetic, but I need him.

"Serenity," he warned firmly. "I wish I could stay, love. But we don't need that trouble."

I raised my head a little to peck his lips, frowning on how he keeps insisting he needs to go. "Please? They won't find out." I kissed him again, speaking in between. "Pretty," kiss, "please," kiss, "Harry."

A smile fell on my lips the second I heard him sigh, knowing he was giving into me. "Fine. But put on some clothes before I end up taking you on your bed. And I won't care how loud we are."

Deciding on teasing him, I moaned, "Oh, baby, I want to so bad."

He shushed me, getting off me. "Shut the fuck up."

I laughed to myself, standing up and putting on the t-shirt I was going to wear to begin with, but thank God I didn't. I tugged some underwear on, playfully jumping back onto the bed and making the mattress bounce. Needless to say, I was happy he was here and he was staying with me for the night.

Harry removed his jeans, leaving himself in his boxers and climbed back onto the bed. I lied on my side, him on his back. My head was against his chest, leg hooked over his hips. I traced his skin with my finger, mumbling, "So I'm your princess?" I was grinning now.

"Yes, and you deserve to be treated like one." He replied in a whisper.

The town's "bad boy" turns out to be my softy. Mine. And I don't think anyone else needs to know.

A/N: thinking about updating again because I'm eager to show you guys what i have planned

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