Important A/N at end

Serenity; 

Harry threw his keys on his dresser. I sat down on the bed, blinking a few times to clear up my blurry vision. The ache in my head hadn't stopped, but I ignored it figuring it's only a bump. I hated to think she had hurt me in anyway, when clearly I've done most of the damage in the fight. I want to be the winner, even though it means nothing anymore. She'll probably try and make my life a living Hell but she can't possibly think it'll be that easy. 

I stared at the screen of my phone, seeing the caller ID was from my mother. Earlier today I put my phone in silent, devoting a day to just my friends. I had multiple missed calls from my mother, and I knew that if I didn't show up any time soon that she'd make excessive precautions to get me home. 

There was silence between us as Harry checked his phone, rubbing his eyes with his free hand. I went to get up and walk to the bathroom. At the moment I was craving a warm shower to wash away the dried blood on my skin or any other remains of the eventful day. I was thankful neither Belle nor Anne were home and we had the house to ourselves besides the workers. 

"Are you okay?" Harry asked from behind me. 

I knew I was walking a bit slow, dazed from my horrid eye vision. "Yeah, I'm fine. My head just hurts a lot." With that being said I went inside the bathroom, shutting the door and beginning to undress. Once I was inside the shower, letting warm water relax my tired body, I heard the door open along with Harry's footsteps. 

As soon as I heard a zipper and the sound of his piss hitting the water, I had to chuckle to myself. I'm running my hands through my hair with my eyes closed when I hear his voice just outside the glass sliding door of the shower.

"Can I join you?" He asked huskily. 

Rolling my eyes, I paused to think this. I was tired and not in the mood. "Harry..." I began. 

"I promise I won't try anything. I just want to hold you." I could hear the grin in his voice. 

Softy, I smiled to myself. Eventually, I gave in. He hissed a small 'yes' and began to undress himself. This is probably the first time he'll ever see me naked, but I wasn't minding it. We were both really confident around each other, which gave this no reason to be awkward. When the door slid open, Harry came inside only to soak in the figure of my body. 

I turned away, laughing when he said, "I said I wasn't going to try anything!" His voice became high-pitched, highly defensive. 

"I know. I just want you to control yourself. This was a bad idea," I explained, though I'm really amused this is happening. 

"Hey. I'm not a sex animal, okay? I have self-control," he snapped playfully. "Shower sex is still in my bucket list, though," he whispered in my ear lowly, making me laugh quietly to myself. I didn't take him seriously, but I had a feeling he was serious with  me. 

The running water began to fall on both of us the second he snaked his arms around my waist, our wet skin touching. I sighed heavily, closing my eyes and finding the pounding still in my head. Harry's head lied on my shoulder, his lips kissing my neck softly. I felt relaxed and peaceful under the warm water with Harry's affectionate gestures present. 

We stood there in silence, breathing in deeply and finding absolute content between the walls of a steamy shower. I winced to myself as my head suddenly ached harshly, earning the attention from Harry. "I told you we should have gone to the doctors." He whispered to me. 

"I'm fine. It'll go away," I murmured back, feeling his hands rest on my bare hips, squeezing softly. His fingertips grazed my skin so softly if it weren't for sense of touch on high right now I would have never known he was touching me to begin with. I can feel at peace with him here, feeling all my troubles go away. But they're only a second away. 

I hummed softly, feeling his soft lips kissing behind my ear and his hands sink further down my body at a dangerously low area. "You're so beautiful," he mumbled into my skin, letting his nose nudge against the side of my face. I knew he promised not to try anything, but he was making it hard for me to keep the end of my bargain. 

When his hands slipped lower, I breathed in. "Watch the hands, mister." 

He chuckled against my skin. "Sorry, babe."

We started to rub the soap on each other, continuously laughing at how ticklish we were both being. At the right things were going, I'm sure we'll end up making a mess of water and soap bubbles. Minutes later we were flicking water at each other, laughter loud in the shower. I wasn't doubting for a second he was getting a good look at my body, but I didn't even care. I was too busy being distracted by our fight, immediately forgetting about the ache in my head and figuring out that showers with Harry are only meant to be fun.

I snorted from laughing so hard, making him lean against the glass, holding a hand over his toned stomach. He was laughing to the point where nothing came out of his mouth, just gaps for breaths. "Stop laughing at me!" 

"Baby, it's cute." He breathed, leaning off the shower and wrapping his arms around my body. I huffed, burying my head into his shoulder, suppressing a smile. My forehead was against his skin, my body shaking from the chuckles raking through my spine. I felt him laugh, too, his finger tips slowly running up my spine. "You're sexier than I imagined." 

Groaning, I figured he's getting to a topic I'd much want to avoid. "Don't talk about how you've imagined me naked." 

"Too late." He chuckled. "You have a little beauty mark right where your left boob curves. Your skin is so soft. The dimples on your back are my favorite. This diamond tattoo on your side I had no clue about is lovely. Every curve of your body. I love the way your bum looks." His hands didn't hesitate to to grasp my ass in his large hands, squeezing as I pouted against him. "And you're all mine," he whispered into my hair. 

He was growing attached to me; I could tell. And I wouldn't hesitate to say the same for myself. I'm happy with him; happier than I was at home or at the restaurant. I feel like myself around him. Wherever we are, I'm not worried about my double life or if I'm going to get caught. I've pulled so many strings on luck, and this is the last one before it all falls down. 

One day my mother's going to find out about everything. It could be tomorrow or in two months. I don't know. But I'm glad that I could get to Harry before she does. Even though most people dislike my mother, she has her reasons for treating me this way. She's never been the type to like failure is all, and I know because my father tells me constantly that my mother is a good person. She means no harm. And I get that, but right now my life is my problem. I want her to stay out of it. I find it hard to believe she means no harm, but in trying to keep me safe she only pushes me away. 

I pulled my face from his shoulder, my arms wrapping around his neck as we stared at each other. I could only think about my history with Derek, and how it could affect the way Harry looks at me. That I'm scared of so truly and so deeply. He knows he doesn't know me. Sure he knows simply things and he keeps finding out my irritating habits. But, me as a person, my past and my impulses, he doesn't know. I want it to keep it that way for so long, but I know he's not going to wait forever. 

"Why are you staring at me like that?" He laughed nervously. 

My fingers played with the soaked hair behind his head, a small smile curving into my lips. "You make me happy," I said quietly. And realizing I said it, I'm only surprised that the boy who walked into my father's restaurant that day made me drop my soda for a reason. 

Harry was silent, looking at me with nothing indicating emotion, but with every single thought in his mind. He searched my face for a moment. "You make me happy, too." He replied, his voice raspier and deeper than two seconds ago. 

Our lips met in one deep kiss. My toes curled again, the habit coming out of excitement and the butterflies in my stomach. Butterflies signalling that turn in my stomach that made me feel sick, but a sick that was internally fulfilling. 

We used to scream and yell at each other, annoying each other until our bones would burn from anger. All because we secretly had feelings for each other that barely made sense in the moment. This was serious. This was real. Harry and I. It's true and it's mine to cherish while it's happening. 

"Harry?" Anne called. I quickly pulled away from his lips, biting my lip and staring into the glass door as Harry did the same. Shit, we weren't expecting her to arrive any time soon. By the lack of clarity in her voice I knew she was behind the closed bathroom door. 

Harry glanced over at me, snickering before shouting, "Yeah, mum!?" 

There was a pause as I lied my head against his wet chest, grinning to myself. "Oh, I just wanted to let you know I am home with Belle. We were just out to the zoo the entire day." 

"Sounds like fun!" He replied back. 

"Sure was," she laughed softly. "But we're having dinner, soon."

"Alright! I'll be right out!" He shouted.

I began to chuckle when I thought she was gone, and then I heard her shout, "Hi, Serenity!" 

My lips pressed into a line as Harry slapped a hand against his face. "Hi, Anne!" 

Loud laughter began to fade out along with her footsteps as she left from behind the bathroom door.

We hopped out of the shower and dressed. I slipped on a pair of skinny jeans and a blue v-neck. When I put on my sneakers, Harry frowned over at me. "Where are you going?" He asked. 

"Harry, I need to go see my mom. I need to go sort out everything. I left for almost a week from home without telling neither of my parents who I'm with. I know I do risky things all the time, but there's just some things I can't get away with. I am seventeen. Technically, they still have control over me." I explained to him quickly. 

He nodded very slowly, processing everything I just said. "I'll give you a ride," he offered sweetly.

"That'd be great," I sighed while packing my things. 

I said goodbye to Anne, of course apologizing about not being able to stay for dinner. I promised her that we'd have a day where we could get to know each other better, and I'm certainly up for it. Belle wouldn't let go of my leg, begging me not to go. Unfortunately, I had to tell her that I couldn't stay, but I'll be back. She finally let go of me and I was off. 

Seeing my house again made memories come back. I wanted to puke everything that was left in my system onto the street. Harry grabbed my chin and leaned over to kiss me, giving me extra long kisses just for the fact that I might not see him in a couple of days. I'm guaranteed no freedom as of right now. Anyone would tell me to not even go back home, but I need to be responsible for my messes. Of course, I'm a little crazy since I chose this opportunity to be responsible. 

"I need to go, baby," I mumbled against his lips, sighing. 

"Call me and I'll come pick you up again. I need you to call me so I know you're okay." He placed a gentle, linger kiss on my mouth again before pulling away, a frown in the place of his cheeky grins.

I sent him a smile, nodding my head and grabbing my bag. Here goes nothing. Or more like here goes everything I fucking knew because my world is about to end. I walked up to my porch, reaching into the pocket of my bag and getting my keys. Once I turned the doorknob, I entered quietly, turning around to quickly close the door. 

When I turned around again, there she was. She was dressed in white pants that showed off her ankles, her blouse a beige color. Her hair was down to her shoulders, bright eyes staring at me with nothing but pure anger. I am prepared to face her wrath no matter the cost. 

Inhaling deeply, I opened my mouth to speak, but she beat me to it like always. "I don't want to hear excuses, or lies, for that matter. I can't count the many lies you've told me all your life. Can you? Can you remember every time you said you were going to the library? Or back to school for math club?" 

"Mom --" 

"I don't want to hear your voice!" She bellowed, the skin on her face turning red. "I got your finals in the mail today. What's your father going to think?! You barely passed! And when you studied? What were you doing?! Oh, I know, going out with Clary and those tattooed punks!" 

I gulped. "How do you know that?" I asked quietly.

"I know everything! I see everything clearly now! I was fool to trust you, and you played me well! Partying, drinking, doing drugs!? When did I ever set that example for you?!"

Where she had gotten all these things, I'm not sure. But I knew it wasn't going to be pretty.

"Your friend Renee came to me today with bruises all over her and a broken nose! She told me that my daughter did that to her! My respectable daughter got into a fight! And that's not the only thing! She told me everything! All your lies and who you've been with these past days! Harry Styles?! The one boy we tell you to stay away from and now it turns out that you're his girlfriend?! That boy is nothing! He belongs in a jail cell just like his father!"

My face screwed up with tears rushing down my cheeks. I'm angered and stunned. I can't find the words to say because they're just not there.

There was a box on the stairs that she walked towards to, dumping all of the clothes I've hidden from her for ages. The tutu I wore to Natalie's party stood out the most. Lace underwear and colorful clothes all piled on the floor.  I watched as she picked up one of the thongs.

"And these?! I found all of this in your bedroom hidden under your bed!  These types of clothes are for grown woman who choose to expose themselves to things only the Devil provides! You are seventeen for God's sake! The only thing that you have to be focusing on is school! You are useless! Lord knows I've tried my best to keep you from harmful things!"

"All becuase some boy you think you love is making you do these things! Poor Elliot must be torn to bits because of your trampy, disgusting ways! Everything I've taught you is nothing anymore you are completely misbehaving and I cannot believe you'd be stupid enough and naive enough to fall for almost anything. Including a boy that only wants one thing from you!"

I'm shattered at eveything she says because a lot of those things are true. My heart is pierced with a hole that makes me sick. The bag I had dropped to the floor as I watched her angry expression shout numerous of things.

"You are a waste of space and everything I thought you were was a lie! You lied to me. And even worse you're acting like a slut! Going around and doing things a young woman should not be doing! I am utterly ashamed of you!" She yelled, throwing the underwear at me with rage.

My mouth fell agape. I was stuck in place, not being able to defend myself.

"And worst of all you're giving yourself to that pathetic punk! The only thing that boy should be getting is a orange suit and a ticket to a cell for the rest of his life!"

I snapped.

"More guys have gotten into my panties anyway!"

Her hand rose and slapped against my cheek painfully hard as my head turned sharply. I gapsed, stunned and in pain as the hot flesh felt numb from the impact. I stared at her with my wide eyes while her icy ones stared at me with anger and no regret.

"Go up to your room." Is all she said.

My legs took me to my room so fast I didn't realize when I broke down in tears on the floor. I am ashamed and disgusted with myself. I'm appalled to be who I am. My mom thinks of me so horribly and it's all the truth. My mom is my mom and the way she thinks of me strikes my heart and hurts more than anything else. I can only imagine what will come when the rest is out.

A/N: The end was deleted so I had to rewrite it! DAMN IT. But anyways yeah hope you guys liked it!

I made a new story called "Dust Bones" so you should go check it out! :-)