A/N: new cover! and on the side is a picture of Serenity once again. enjoy :-)

Serenity

"Oh shit!" I heard one of the girls yell. 

Renee's skimpy bikini top was nudged down and her breast was in full view. Gasps were heard along with my name, begging for both of us to stop. My hand pulled back as I gathered enough strength to get her to stop scratching at my face. I saw the perfect opportunity to reach over and wrap both hands around her neck, forcing her to the side harshly. The fault in that was she still gripped onto me, and we both went head in first into the edge of the pool. 

Emily shrieked at the sight. "Natalie, hurry!" 

"I'm calling Harry but he's not answering! Should I call someone else?" Natalie asked Clary for advise.

Clary glanced back down at the two girls in the pool, shaking her head. "Keep calling him. It's impossible to break up this fight without him." She was probably referring to the fact that there was no way I'd relax if it wasn't Harry who was demanding me to control myself. 

Wincing, I shook off the intense pain my head suffered. I knew I was either bleeding or there was going to be a swollen bump of pain reminding me of the incident. I gripped tightly onto her shoulders, pushing all my weight down in order to pull her under water. My jaw clenched tightly just as she went to hit me straight on the lips. 

I screeched loudly, feeling at war with pain and fury. My foot slammed into her thigh underwater, causing her to stop floating and her hold against my shoulders to fail. I inhaled deeply just before I felt her grab my ankles beneath the water, unfortunately managing to pull me down with her. 

While I was underneath the water, struggling to breathe and pulling on whatever I could, Clary was on the ground trying to reach either Harry and any other male they could call. Natalie was desperately on the phone, horrified as she watched the two figures beneath the water struggling to end one another. They called a few times over and over again, never getting an answer until the fourth time. 

"Hello?" Harry finally answered. 

Harry

Louis, his cousin Luke, Niall, and I were all scattered around the living room drinking beers and watching the football match on Louis's flat screen TV. I couldn't think of anything better to do now that Serenity was hanging out with her obnoxious girlfriends. I always hated them all. Except for Emily, maybe. Emily was okay. Other than her, I hated each of them and had no intentions of ever coming near them. 

I didn't have much to do before Louis called me over and said he was watching a game with his cousin and Niall. I've known Niall since I was in high school. He was captain of the swim team while I was captain of the football team. Nevertheless, we were both rebellious and used to crack jokes in the middle of class. Most of my detentions were served with him sitting in the seat next to me. We lost contact for a while before I found him back here with Louis. 

Just another touchdown was made -- Niall enthusiastically jumping off his seat and yelling -- my phone went off. I reached into my pocket, laughing at the argument Louis and Niall were having over the score. I pulled out my phone to see an unknown number. Whoever it was had to wait, since the game just got much better now and I wasn't wasting time making conversation with anyone. I ignored the call and stood of my seat, screaming at Louis in agreement with Niall. 

"That's twenty bucks!" Niall shouted, pointing his index finger at Louis as to glorify the sentence more. 

Louis huffed, rolling his eyes. "Whatever, it's just twenty." 

"Just twenty? Mate, I'm picking up some hooker at the corner of a street and taking her home," Niall chuckled loudly in his hysterical laughter. He had a stupid way of laughing at things and when something funny was said it made everything a lot more amusing only because he was laughing too. 

I snickered. "Hope you get some STD." 

Niall narrowed his eyes at me, gasping as if I meant what I said. He rarely gets offended about anything. The guy doesn't even care what he says and as a result ends up being labeled "that guy". That guy that everyone knows at parties because he's got something up his sleeve every day. Because he's loud and funny. "That guy" the ladies want to be with, but he turns them all down just to play hard to get. 

"Ey, guys, do you guys remember freshman year? Sneaking into the girls lockeroom? Bethany Root was the first naked girl we had ever seen," Niall sighed, leaning back into his seat as the game was cut to commercial. 

Louis inhaled deeply, leaning back as well in reminiscence of that special day. I felt my phone go off in my pocket again, ignoring it once again before Louis interrupted my thoughts. "Mate, I think you should answer that."

"It's an unknown number. Anyone I actually want to talk to is already on this phone," I muttered, running my hands through my hair before letting them fall onto my knees. "Plus, it's probably some dumb shit trying to sell me something."

"Wow, you're an asshole." Niall laughed. "Just like before. Maybe an even bigger one." 

Instead of being offended I only pursed my lips, eventually agreeing with him. I don't care if I come off as an asshole to anyone. Rarely a time is given when I'm caring what anyone thinks about me. I've learned others and their opinions are useless to my life the hard way. No matter how I treated people, the criminal record was there staining my present and future with the past. 

"But have you seen his girlfriend?" Louis asked Niall, smirking. "She's prettier than anyone you'd think he'd get with that attitude." 

Who does he think he is calling my girlfriend pretty? I immediately scoffed in defense. "Hey. I could get anyone. That's why I got Tiana Lynn in fifth grade and none of you dickheads did." 

Niall rolled his eyes, playing with the couch pillow on his lap. "That was the fifth grade, you wanker! Doesn't count anymore. Plus, tell me more about your girlfriend. What's her name?" 

There was no way I was sharing information on my girlfriend. Who my girlfriend is is only for me to know and anyone else who already is aware of our relationship. I don't need to share the information with anyone else, especially Niall since I know he'll tease the shit out of me. 

But before I could stop Louis from opening his big mouth, he rapidly spat out her name. "Serenity Carter." 

"That's a pretty name." Niall hummed, nodding his head at the sound. 

I huffed. "I know her name is pretty. Now shut the fuck up."

Louis spat out a laugh, cackling at me with his hand in the air. "Look how defensive the kid gets when we start talking about her! He's ridiculous!" 

"Losing the man balls I see?" Niall laughed loudly, holding his stomach. "Louis, does she have nice t*ts?" 

"The nicest." He replied smoothly, popping a potato chip in his mouth.

"Guess what? Those t*ts are mine," I shot at them both. Luke was lying on his back, watching us with a smirk on his lips. We were his entertainment for the time the commercials were airing. If I knew anything about him was that he was an okay guy. He minded his own business, which I liked. I didn't hesitate to bring up the fact that Serenity and everything about her belongs to me just in case this Luke kid didn't know his boundaries. "Stop talking about my girlfriend, now." I snapped. 

"Why are you so sensitive about it?" Niall cackled. 

They went on and on with the joke, making grumble beneath my breath. "I will tell Marisol what you're saying, Louis." Basically, I've concluded that Marisol is bat shit crazy, but that's what makes Louis like her. I can understand why, though. I'm the same with Serenity. There are certain personality traits about Serenity that make me want her. 

He swallowed the food before answering me. "I hid the kitchen knives." Louis remarked hotly, crossing his arms over his chest. "Come at me, bro." 

Luke chuckled at his cousin. "Man, you already know Marisol will find other objects to prod and stab you with."

I appreciated Luke for attempting to stop the teasing. "Alright," I shrugged, humming softly to myself. "I'll get you back and that's a promise." 

My phone began to ring again for the fourth time in two minutes. I groaned, finally deciding on answering the phone. The game returned and the guys quit their banter to watch in silence. I slid my finger across the screen, accepting the call and holding the phone up to my ear. 

"Hello?" I sighed in annoyance, reaching for my beer and bringing it up to my lips. 

A frown laced my features when I heard screaming and water being splashed in the background. "Hey, Harry, it's Natalie." A girl greeted me breathlessly. 

Natalie was the one that invited me to her party that night I met Serenity. That's all I remember about her. I was wondering why she's calling me. In the background, I heard someone screaming, "Serenity, stop!" 

"Yeah, hey. So...why are you calling me?" I asked slowly, sipping on my beer one last time and leaning over to rest it on the coffee table. 

"Listen, dip shit." Oh, that's definitely Clary. "Serenity is fighting with Renee at the moment. And if you don't get here someone is going to get hurt."

As soon as the words left her mouth, my eyes went wide. Serenity was fighting one of her friends? My mouth fell agape in astonishment. I never really doubted that Serenity was an easy going person. Without a doubt she's a fighter not a lover. Although it still fucking surprises me, I expected it. I just wasn't expecting her to be fighting someone at this very moment. Once I had found my voice again, I jumped up from the couch in an urge to stop the fight before it gets too intense, which I'm sure it's already there by the shouting I hear in the back of the call. 

With Louis, Luke, and Niall watching me, I rapidly spoke words that I had no control of. "Where are you?" 

"My house. You've been here before." She said quickly. "And hurry." 

"Wait," I called before she could hang up. I heard her sigh heavily into the phone. "Is my girl winning?" 

Clary scoffed. "Just get here, dumb ass!" 

"Okay, okay." I hung up the phone, turning to look at the boys. They were already staring up at me, expecting an explanation as to why I'm talking about beating ass. "You guys want to catch a cat fight?" I asked quickly, the game on the TV was now completely useless as we all rushed outside. 

Serenity

I gasped for air as my head came up to the surface. My skull was aching so terribly, my nostrils on fire from the chlorine water that ran up nose. I coughed terribly, trying to get rid of the burning in my throat as well. When Renee rose up from the water, my hand came down to her swollen, bleeding nose. Another cry escaped her. I could imagine the more pain she felt. I began to find bruises on my knuckles, pain on my jaw, and my head still aching from the way our heads slammed into the edge of the pool. 

We were a mess of tangled legs and punching fists again. I felt nails dig into my shoulder harshly, to the point where blood was trickling from the indent of her nails. I hissed in anger, raising my leg and pushing it against her stomach with most of my strength. Her body was pushed a few inches away from me, battling coughs and wincing before she came back for more. 

"Just give up, Serenity!" She shrieked. 

"Not until you get what you deserve. All this time you've had it in for me!" I shouted back breathlessly, my fist slamming into her cheek. Renee gasped, grasping the area with a hand. She fumed at the sensation of pain, kicking my hip and arousing more pain to form there. 

Water splashed and begin to sting my eyes. I squinted my eyes, trying to keep the water from getting to my eyes too much. I was determined to have her give up. I can't give up and be damned for it all my life because I know she'll never give it up. She's a disrespectful bitch. Always trying to be better than me because she was secretly jealous. 

"So what? I never liked you, that's true!" Renee screamed, her nails scratching against my chest.

Before I could react, a series of different voices erupted through the air. In the second Renee was completely distracted, my hand slapped against her face so hard her head turned to the side from the impact. Everyone heard it, causing another round of shouts to rise. 

"Serenity!" That voice belonged to Harry. It made me even angrier because more thoughts about him and Renee flooded through my head. I know she must've lied just to keep provoking me, but it angers me to even picture such thing in my head. 

Right before my eyes, in a flash, I was pulled out of the pool with legs kicking the air and arms flailing around in pure rage. A blonde guy had Renee in his arms, wrapping them around her waist and keeping her from lunging towards me. I clenched my jaw, growling in anger and finding it impossible to control myself. 

I was thrown over Harry's shoulder, screaming numerous of insults and looking like a wild animal. We were inside Clary's house by the time I stopped to have an intake of breath. I was tired and bruised, but I still didn't want to back down even feet from Renee. When my feet touched floor, I immediately rushed to leave once more, ignoring my calm boyfriend. 

However, Harry had other plans. He pushed me against the fridge, grasping my hands and pinning them above my head. I gasped just as his body pressed against mine. There was not a word spoken, the only sound audible being the gasps of my rapid breath. I winced at the pain in my head, wanting to cry because I felt like my head was going to explode. I shouted at him to let me go. Constantly throwing profanities at him to let me go and finish her. 

"Relax!" He bellowed, my heart clogging my throat and my breathing passageways. My eyes widened, locking with his bright green ones. He was frowning, examining my face and probably noticing different injuries. His eyes followed down to my chest, eyeing the numerous bruises and the various scratches. 

I opened my mouth to speak, but he beat me to it. "I said fucking calm down," he snapped quietly. 

"Harry," I said quickly, "I didn't want to but I --" 

"Shh," he warned, "Relax, baby, I'm not mad." 

His tone became soft with me, his voice raspier than usual, probably from the yelling. I expected him to be angry, to shout at me saying it wasn't even worth it. Instead he was examining for any bruises and getting me back to control from the insanity I just proved I could reach. Harry slowly entwined our fingers, looking down at me with his eyes darkening. 

"Why did you fight?" He asked lowly. 

I gulped down any nervousness I had to begin with. "She said things..." I started slowly, beginning to look away from him. "And they angered me s--" 

"Look at me when you're talking." He ordered gently. His tone was opposite of his words, seeming like he was yelling but in a soft, quiet way that made me want to just kiss him. 

Averting my eyes to his again, I found that if it wasn't for his body holding me tight to the fridge, I'd lose balance from the way he was treating me. Assertive, but gentle. Two things that look insanely good on him. He was putting me in my place, and in a way that made me frustrated with want and confusion. I realized his clothes were a little wet from me.

"She pissed me off," I replied firmly, leaving my gaze steady with his. 

"Was it worth it?" He inquired, ducking down so our faces were leveled, his face the only thing I could see. There; overwhelmed by his green eyes directly piercing through my own light brown ones. His breath was fanning against my lips, creating an urge for them to be placed on his plump, pink ones.

The rapid breaths were slower now, barely audible as I kept my mouth shut. I didn't know how to answer his question. Was it really worth it at all? My first instinct would be to say yes because I've finally done what Renee has always deserved. She always put others down with comments that were made out of pure jealousy. She always had it in for me. It was now confirmed she hated me with deep passion, and it's worth giving her the broken nose. 

"Yes." I answered nonchalantly, testing what he'd to next. 

Harry only stared at me, licking his lips and spending more time on his lip ring before his tongue went back in his mouth. I felt my stomach quench tightly at the gesture, his moist lips just inches away from mine. "Really?" He seemed sarcastic, flatly asking for a repeat. But at the same time he was testing my patience. Teasing me with his soft lips just there within my reach. 

I could only hum. "Mhhm." I sounded like a little girl while I nodded. 

He chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Was she bleeding?" There was amusement in his voice, and splattered against the grin on his face. 

"Hell yeah," I began to smile. "Broken nose and black eye." 

"That's my girl," he nodded, amused and proud. "Now gimme a kiss. I've missed you all day." He whispered. 

I've never been happier to. With my toes curled, I leaned in to remove the inches of space between us. My lips met with his, molding together like clay and moving in sync. His smirk was evident through the kiss. He pulled away only to lick my bottom lip, my eagerness getting the best of me when I let my tongue fight against his with another soft, yet meaningful kiss. I hummed in content, relaxed with every blissful kiss we shared. The sound of lips on lips was in the atmosphere, a heated, deepened kiss created as a result of it. 

Coughing echoed throughout the house, followed by loud voices. "Okay, okay, stop making out!" Louis shouted. "I need to know who won and if there was any t*ts flying out of bikinis." Harry and I reluctantly pulled away from one another, his hands dropping from mine. I let my arms hang loosely beside me 

A loud laugh followed. "Cat fights are great, but better when t*ts are flying." 

My eyes went to the blonde I've never seen before. He was skinny, but muscular, which wasn't anything like Elliot. His blonde hair was styled up, much like Louis's. His bright blue eyes examined me carefully before he said, "Damn, that other bitch looks fucked up compared to you! Shit!" 

"Niall," Louis laughed, hand on his chest, "Let me do the talking." 

Niall just shook his head, stunned while he stared at me. "I'm just saying! That other girl looks like a car hit her face!" He cackled.

Harry grabbed my hand and turned me so I was leaning my back against his chest. Our hands entwined with each other again, his strong arms acting as a shield for my wet, and barely covered body. He scowled at his friend. "Niall, stop staring at her!" Harry shouted, his voice vibrating in his chest and coming off onto my back. 

His friend put two thumbs up in the air, looking away immediately. "Yes, sir!" Niall looked like he knew when to take notice of Harry's demands. They probably knew each other long since he reacted so casual to it. 

I smiled. "I'm Serenity." 

"And I'm Niall," he grinned sweetly. Aw, I thought to myself. He has that face that makes me want to squeeze and cuddle it. He looks like a cuddling guy. The complete opposite of Clary basically. "I've got a couple collage guys who play on the lacrosse team and they always pick on me. Would you mind beating the living shit out of them for me?" 

His laugh was loud and hilarious. I was compelled to laugh, watching him turn red because of the looks he was getting from us. I watched him in fascination, so happy that he's a friend of Harry's because this guy can't get better. 

"So, seriously, any flying t*ties?" Louis asked eagerly. For an engaged man he surely loves to do things that would piss of his fiance. 

Harry grabbed my hips, squeezing in secret that means 'If it was you, say no'. I sighed, nodding my head. "Not me. But yeah the other girl. I went to hit her chest, and I guess her skimpy bikini just came down with my hand." 

Niall clasped his hands together, frowning. "Damn it! Louis, we missed a flying t*ts cat fight!" 

Louis snapped his fingers, shaking his head in shame. "All because this bloody bastard didn't answer his phone the first time."

"Not the second, not the third...but the forth!" Niall egged on, glaring at Harry. And it was now when he said "third' I realized he had a peculiar accent. Irish maybe? 

I chuckled at their interaction when Harry asked, "Where's Luke?" 

Niall began to pick at the fruit basket on the counters while Louis leaned against the wall. "Uh...he's helping that other chick. Apparently they know each other." 

"I feel bad that he knows that blood sucking leech," I said out of nowhere, unable to control my mouth. Just as I said it, the girls were walking by with a shouting Renee. Her words annoyed me, but I stayed in my place as Harry pulled me closer to him, his lips coming down to peck my shoulder. 

He kissed my cheek and whispered, "Ignore her." I simply felt grateful for him, playing with his big hands while he smiled into my skin. 

Renee was sent outside with that Luke kid I only got a glance of. Blonde hair, dark clothes. I inhaled deeply just as Natalie and Emily walked. At the front door, Clary yelled, "Take her to the hospital!" The door slammed afterwards. 

"And don't come back, please!" Emily shouted, rolling her eyes. She crossed her arms over her chest, looking over at me. "Are you alright, Serenity? You hit your head pretty hard." 

I didn't want anyone to worry about me, but it was too late as Harry began to examine my head, combing his long fingers through my hair and asking me where it hurts. "I'm fine," I said, pulling Harry's hands away from my hair and grabbing them in mine. 

"God, she's a bitch," Natalie fumed. "I can't believe I never saw that." 

Clary shook her head, biting on her lip. "It's funny how she still considers us friends. She asked me to help her up." She snickered. 

"She's definitely not my friend, that's for sure." Emily agreed. 

My fingers entwined with Harry's again, watching the way he gently rubbed my red, bruising knuckles with his thumb. I knew he'd hate it if I told him, but he was becoming soft with me. He did little gentle things that made my heart flutter in my chest. I was becoming deeply, profoundly infatuated with him, and he was with me, too. And really fast as well. But I didn't want it to stop. 

AN: i actually wrote a full description to the book so go read that if you're interested in wth i wrote honestly idk either lmao. and follow me on "twittah" @koolaidkrusade