A/N: Let There by Rock by AC DC (this song just gives me the biggest urge to scream and spray paint a public building) and Come Out and Play by The Offspring is perfect for teenage rebellion in case anyone wants to rebel against their parents and get piercings. ;D

Serenity Gif on the side

Harry; 

I sat in the kitchen that night, playing with an apple. Throwing it in the air, catching it, and then the smooth movements in repeat. It was probably midnight. No matter how tired I was, I couldn't close my eyes and stop my brain from thinking too much. There was nothing to think about. Serenity was home, although away from me, she was safe and that's all that mattered. Her mother pisses me off to no end, but still I understand Serenity sees the reality of things. That is her mother and she can't really do much about it at seventeen. 

There was a silence, the one lamp turned on in the kitchen was dimly lighting the area. I sighed heavily, tossing the apple back into the white bowl in the middle of the kitchen island. Much was swirling around my mind, but pointless things that were dumb. Like, I missed Louis and Marisol's party and he probably hasn't called me to bitch at me because he's passed out and wasted. Or Serenity's little giggle still echoing in my skull from when I snuck into the restaurant. 

A light sound made me snap my head up. My mother stood there in a white sleep gown and her hair frizzy from sleep. She squinted at me a bit, frowning. "What are you doing up right now, Honey?" 

Honey. She hasn't called me the day she left for work and never said another word. Don't get me wrong, I'm glad she's taking the summer off and attending to us -- her family. She even invited my extended family for the fourth of July as well. But I'm still angry at her for the five years she avoided us from pain and the missed presence of my father. Despite my anger, I try to give her a chance. My father's long gone, and I'm not going to push away my mum, too. 

"Can't sleep." I murmured, rubbing my eyes with my hands and leaning against the island. 

Mum sat across from me on a stool, leaning her elbows onto the marbled surface. I felt her hands grab mine, and even though her touch is now foreign, it felt good to have some sort of comfort from her. I've missed her, and that's not a lie. She sent me a tired, sad smile. "Harry, you know that I never meant to leave you and Belle --" 

"Don't." I closed my eyes, sighing. I didn't want to hear what I already know. I opened my eyes, watching her silent and waiting for me to talk. "I know you didn't mean to. I was mad and I needed you when dad wasn't, but I'm fine now. I've grown and I'm understanding." 

"I was wrong, okay? Thank you for understanding, but that doesn't change the fact that what I did was wrong. My career shot up, and I went up with it, leaving you and Belle behind. I see you now, and I realize how much of your life I've missed. Christ, I didn't know you had a girlfriend before the other day. Belle's gotten so big, and if you weren't here I don't know what would've come out of all this," she said quietly, looking ashamed. She shook her head, breathing in before continuing, and patting her hand against mine. "I'm going to do everything I can to be there for you both for as long as I'm here on this Earth." 

I stared at her bright eyes, much alike to mine. Her sincerity is appreciated and her attempt makes me feel good. I'm more happy that she's even trying and she's not giving up. "Why did you change your mind so suddenly?" 

She smiled at me, rubbing her thumb over my knuckles. "I just had this emptiness inside of me I knew only my children could fill. I called Gemma today, too. She hasn't seen Belle since she was one year old. We need to fix things. We've fallen apart since that day, and I want things to be back to normal."

Gemma I haven't seen in about three years. Before our dad was arrested, we'd argue about almost anything. Her friends would come over, and I'd pull childish pranks on them all. I'd piss her off so bad she'd cry, and then I'd feel so bad about it that I'll buy her anything and do everything to see her smile.

We had our good times, though. I remember when she took me to one of her art classes, and we made a mess of clay and water. We were kicked out and banned from the public building for a year. But she didn't mind. The moment she was the one to leave for France was the moment I knew this family was going to shit. 

"Gemma? Is she coming back?" I asked eagerly, anxious to know if my sister is coming back after all the shit we've been through. 

"Yes. She agreed to come and visit. She'll not stay because most of her life is back in Europe, but she wants to communicate with us again. We need this," mum explained happily. 

I began to smile, genuinely excited about seeing Gemma for the first time in a few years. "When is she coming?" 

"She's coming here on the second of July. We made arrangements for the fourth barbecue we're having. You can invite your friends, Serenity, anyone you want. This will be fun," she gently squeezed my hand out of excitement. 

Serenity; 

"Dad?"

Both of my parents were sititng in the kitchen this Monday morning. I haven't seen Harry in two days again, and I was itching for a way out of this house where it didn't include waiting tables. I played with my fingers nervously behind my back, knowing I actually had a genuine excuse to go out but if I didn't get permission I'd be damned and frustrated. 

Covering up a hickey is a lot of work when you're scarce on makeup. I managed by wearing clothes with the neckline higher. This pleased my mom, but she didn't know the half of it.

I ask my dad for things, barely speaking to my mother for anything, anymore. She would occasionally stare down my outfits, realizing that I'm not wearing skirts, but jeans. The clothes she had found were thrown in the trash, and just for vengeance I went through it and pulled out shirts and regular denim jeans. Secretly, I kept some lace and promised myself I'll only use it for purposes that involve Harry.  

They both looked up at me. Instantly, my mother was rolling her eyes at my outfit. I had black Adidas running shorts, my grey Nike's tied, and a light blue tank top. Shorts are something my mother always hated, and seeing them on me makes her even more irritated. 

My father, however, just smiled up at me. "Yes?"

They were eating breakfast and reading the newspaper. I had the urge to ask who the fuck reads newspapers anymore, but they tend to like being old-fashioned. I shot him a faint smile, asking, "I promised Emily that we'll exercise to stay in shape, so can I go over hers?" 

Before my dad could even think about what I just said, my mother firmly said, "No. You can't. Now go up to your bedroom."

Instantly I was furious. "I have two parents." I shot at her hotly, shocking her. I turned to look at my dad, biting my lip and hoping for once he'd just give his opinion and get in the way of my mother's stiff personality. Mom stared at me with a stunned expression. 

"Um...I guess it wouldn't be a bad idea. Staying in shape is always good for your health," Dad shrugged, looking at my mother who was already over it, scoffing. 

"Willard, do you really think she's going jogging? This is probably another excuse to see that Harry boy." Her eyebrows raised, almost like she was testing me. I was planning on seeing Harry while we jogged. Obviously, I wasn't going to say that. I knew she'd come at me for asking, so I used an honest excuse so I could prove that jogging was the only thing I was planning. 

The perks of having so much practice in this department.

I placed my hands on my hips. "Okay. You don't believe me? Then hand me the phone and I'll call Emily. I haven't had any way of contacting with anyone, so I'll put her on speaker while I talk to her about it. Bet you she already knows what I'm talking about." 

"Fine." My mother gnarled, handing me her cellphone. I sat down at the table with them, pressing down the numbers that belonged to Emily's phone. I pressed the speaker button and waited as the phone began to ring. When she answered, I immediately answered. "Hey, Emily, it's Serenity." 

I prayed she didn't say anything inappropriate. "Hey, chica." She greeted excitedly. 

"I was wondering if you're up for that jogging we talked about before," I spoke into the phone, looking down at the table and avoiding my mother's suspicious glares. 

Emily paused for a moment. "Oh! Yeah, I was actually going to ask you about that myself. My mom agrees that it's a good idea. It wouldn't hurt. I'll get dressed right now. Want me to go over or you come here?" 

I looked up at my parents for permission, and my dad nodded his head as mother turned away from me with an angry frown on her face. "I'll go over," I smiled. 

"Okay, see you in ten minutes!" 

With that, I hung up the phone. I handed my mother her phone back, which she didn't respond to so I just set it down on the table. She was wrong, and at being proven she was, now she's even angrier. But that's not my problem. The Harry thing she was right of and I think she knows that, but I'm still a little shocked she allowed me to go anyway. Or maybe she actually believed me. 

I thanked my dad and made my way into the fridge for a water bottle. Before I could leave, father called my name. "Serenity." I turned around, looking at his stolid facial expression. "I trust you." 

With a small smile, I tightened the grip on my water bottle and began to walk towards Emily's house. I'm feeling quite guilty about it, but there's just no way I'll cut things off with Harry for my parents. I'm surprised they expect me to. I've done so much already and I clearly expressed how much I like him, and still you think I'm going to stop from seeing him? Something doesn't sound right here. 

Emily lived a couple of streets down, and I thought I could get a head start and began to jog at a leveled pace. I'm not very athletic, but I'm not a huge couch potato either. As I jogged, I thought to myself that maybe I shouldn't go to Harry's, especially since it's far on foot. I could use Emily's phone to call him, and make plans with him tonight.

All I know is I can't wait until I'm eighteen. I'll be finishing high school and getting out of the house. I don't know what I'm going to do about college. I have no clue what it is I want to study, anyway. I know it's definitely not medicine like my mother wants. I'm lost as of now. I'm not rich and I can't live on one fortune my entire life. Surely, Harry can. 

I could see Emily's house from here now. Breathing in deeply, I slowed into a quick walk and knocked on her door and rang the doorbell once on her porch. In thirty seconds the door swung open, revealing Emily in her tigh, fitted jogging pants and a pink tank top. She smiled widely, bringing me into a hug. 

"Have to ask what's been happening lately. I've heard rumors around town and I guess your parents found out about everything?" Emily asked as we pulled away, looking at me. She glanced behind her, quickly informing me that her mother isn't home. 

There wasn't much to hide from Emily. She's the only person I told everything to, including my history with Derek. Only her friendship is assuring enough and it feels like my secrets are safe with her. "Yeah, but I'll tell you about it while we start jogging." 

"Alright," she replied, shutting the door behind her as I moved out of her way. 

We began to jog and a steady pace. Emily can keep up pretty well, which shows she's not really out of shape. But she's an idiot to believe so. I know she won't get out of her funk until she loses a couple of pounds. I wouldn't mind helping her anyway, I could lose a little thigh. 

"So, tell me what happened." 

It took about five minutes to explain to her everything. I included Renee as the main contributor to this mess, and also about Derek coming back. Her face paled the second I told her, and she gulped down her stress for me once I said I'd take care of it. I'm telling her about what my father said when she says, "Wait...how are you out right now?" 

"When I called you, you were on speaker phone so I could prove I wasn't lying," I explained to her.

She gasped, turning her head to look at me in horror. "Oh my god! What if I picked up the phone and was like hey bitch?!" 

"You didn't," I laughed, "That's all that matters." I inhaled deeply, continuing with the steady pace. "Plus, we're all going out tonight." I'm sure I'm not repeating the same mistakes I've made. There's no way I'm leaving my friends behind if that's what my parents were thinking. They can control my cell phone, my outfits, and my every move at home. But their mistake was giving me a taste of freedom before this whole thing blew out of proportion. 

Emily huffed at me. "Did you not just get your ass grounded because of sneaking out at night?" 

I shrugged my shoulders. "Yeah...but it's not like I'm going to do the same thing that happened with Derek. That's all I'm regretful for. What she said was true, though. I'm misbehaving and being rebellious and all that good stuff."

She snickered, breathing in deeply. "But that's you. You're not misbehaving. It's just your personality. You just want to get back at your mother for the number of dishes she makes you clean." 

I grinned. "I know. You got your phone on you?" 

"Yep? Why?" 

"Text Clary that we're going out. Meet me at my house by ten thirty." 

Emily shook her head at me, muttering, "Oh, Serenity." 

+

Tucked in, eyes closed as the door creaked open. That was me at the moment. The blanket was up to my chin, covering my dressed body. Mother watched me from my bedroom door, my heart in my throat as I pretended to be sleeping. It was ten twenty one. My friends would be here any minute now, and as my mother closed the door, I had that adrenaline rush. I had that feeling that tonight was going to be one of those nights again. 

The blankets rapidly tore off me, my body rushing to my dresser to fix my hair. I had taken two pieces from the front, braided them, and tied them together at the back of my head with an elastic. Simple, and not too hard to cover up. My skinny jeans were tight and black -- leftovers from the clothes I stole back. The shirt across my torso was a simple red striped v-neck. I curled my toes in excitement, locking my bedroom door and heading for the window.

It's been a while I haven't gone down the fire escape. I stared out the window to the street, my hands leaning against the edge. The anticipation was killing me. I know I'm stupid for sneaking out at night. But how else am I supposed to see Harry? Sneak him inside my house so we can easily get caught then? No thanks. 

Lost in thought, I heard someone making bird noises, followed by hushed whispers hissing "shut the fuck up". I grinned to myself, looking down the fire escape and seeing five idiots. Niall dressed in all black, his hair perfectly styled and his bright blue eyes twinkling when he saw me. He gave me thumbs up, whispering, "Don't fall and die! Although, I wouldn't mind!" 

My middle finger shot up as the rest chuckled. There was Louis dressed in denim, and a dark grey t-shirt. He was the oldest out of us, at twenty three. But I'm sure he's the craziest. He has that look in his eyes that only means trouble and mischief. Clary was dressed in a dark band shirt, plaid skinny jeans with suspenders hanging on the sides. Her hair was tied up this time messily. Emily was matching with Niall, and I could tell they were already getting along by the way they were whispering to each other. And finally there was Harry. 

His pale green eyes locked with mine, winking at me almost immediately. Harry wore a black and white striped v-neck, his usual skinny jeans and brown, leather worn out boots. His hair was pushed back. He was biting his lip, the lip ring in his mouth almost making my knees wobble and fall from this damn fire escape. 

"Stop having eye sex with your boyfriend and let's go!" Clary shouted finally. Another round of shushes broke throughout the night air. I sent her a sour smile, rolling my eyes before beginning to climb down. 

Once I jumped down, I was being questioned about what happened. Niall and Louis didn't seem surprised that I just climbed down a fire escape just to hang out with them. I quote Niall as I say "We've seen a girl throw herself out a cop car window." They weren't surprised either to hear that my parents were highly devoted to the church, and they gave Harry a look that meant he likes the difficult ones. I could tell. 

My skin was hot the second we began to walk towards Harry's car, although we all decided Louis would drive. He was the only who could drink, so we were having him get the liquor and drive us around. To his displeasure he had to be the most sober unless he wants someone as reckless as Clary to drive. And Harry wasn't the best driver either even under the influence of little to none alcohol. I haven't been taught to drive is my problem. 

Harry's hand tugged at mine forcefully from behind, turning me around and pulling me to his body. I laughed when his arms snaked around my waist as anticipated, his face leaning in to kiss me. As our lips moved gently against each other, my arms came around his neck while he lightly squeezed my hips. I remembered that rule I made about taking things slow, but it was killing me the way he'd kiss me like this. So slow, letting me feel his lips and the cool metal of his fucking lip ring. Or how he slipped his tongue into my mouth, smirking as he felt my body subconsciously move closer to his. 

"Oh great," Louis scoffed from the car. "Hey! Flying Tities and Lanky Doo Boner, we're kind of hoping Burger King is still opened, so get the fuck in this car right now!" 

The impulse to laugh took over me, and I giggled against Harry's mouth. Not because of getting called out on, but because who calls anyone Lanky Doo Boner? I felt one of Harry's arms remove itself from my waist, going in the air to probably shoot Louis the middle finger. We purposely made out a little longer until Niall threatened to fart on our food. 

In the car, it was entirely different story. ACDC was blaring and Niall kept making guitar noises. Louis was screaming at the top of his lungs and Clary kept swinging dramatically side to side in her seat next to me. Emily was only laughing obnoxiously loud. Harry was singing in the front with Louis, occasionally pushing each other harshly when they insulted each other's singing. I was stuck in between it all, moving my head and my leg bouncing to the music, screams occasionally leaving my mouth.

We weren't even drunk yet. 

About being drunk, I reminded everyone not to get totally wasted. Niall called me a party pooper, Louis scoffed as he knew he wasn't supposed to get drunk anyway since he'll be under the wheel, Clary simply nodded her head, and Emily had no comment. According to Niall, Burger King was open late hours. In the parking lot, Harry tossed me across his shoulder and rushed us inside, my screams echoing through the night. 

After ordering the food, we sat down together. Emily was occasionally stealing fries from Niall, and he only glared at her playfully. I shot her a smirk, knowing that if Zayn's too much of an asshole, then someone as cool and hysterical as Niall could get her any day before Zayn grows the balls. Louis and Clary were talking about Marisol as I sat myself on Harry's lap, feeding him fries and leaning in whenever he puckered his lips at me for a kiss. 

"You hide kitchen knives from your fiance?" Clary laughed, her eyes wide in amusement and utter fascination. She makes me worry sometimes. Her abnormality makes her who she is, but still she can be pretty scary sometimes. 

Louis nodded, wiping his hands with a napkin. "If not, she'll start throwing shoes at me. Those plastic sandals she has hurt like a bitch." 

"Damn, Louis, you're definitely the man of the relationship," Niall chuckled, shaking his head to himself as he caught Emily's hand before she could steal a fry from him again. Their eyes locked and he accidentally held her hand for a little longer, his eyes staring at her reddened face. 

He shrugged his shoulders. "What can I say? I love her and I can't really change that."

"Where is she right now?" I asked him curiously. I thought Marisol would want to join us. She seems like Louis in many ways, maybe a bit more mature, but definitely as crazy. 

"She was planning for the wedding with her friends when I left," he informed me, biting into his burger. 

Harry's hand trailed up my thigh carelessly, like he didn't notice his own hand was doing so as he talked. "A house full of Spanish girls with ninja sandal throwing skills? I see why you were so desperate for plans."

Niall laughed at this. "I could just imagine them whooping his ass with sandals because he said he likes chocolate cake rather than vanilla." 

The table laughed at the image. I was chewing on a fry as I felt Harry's hand start to trail up my inner thigh to uncharted territory. My hand found his, entwining our fingers and shooting him a warning look. He huffed, rolling his eyes at me. "I wasn't going to do anything," he defended himself, whispering in my ear. 

"Oh yeah? Your hand was an inch away from my crotch," I remarked hotly, mimicking his whispering.

Harry smirked before he kissed behind my ear, whispering, "I'd rather it be in your panties, but have it your way."

The skin on my cheeks was heated and pink, and I knew he saw because he was cockily smirking to himself as he reached for a fry. I pinched his arm harshly, as a result making him whine. "Aww, you poor baby," I cooed sarcastically. 

He ignored my sarcasm, immediately throwing his innocent, little pout at me. "Feed me," he whined. 

"You're such a little kid," I gnarled at him playfully, picking up a fry and feeding it to him. As he chewed, he gave me a cheeky look and I scoffed, only to have him pucker his lips just when he swallowed. The more kisses I gave him, the more I felt that urge to bend my own rules. 

Gagging was supported by Niall. "You two make me sick." 

Harry buried his face into my neck, lying his head on my shoulder as he looked over at Niall. "Did you hear that, Ni?" 

"Hear what?" He asked, confused. 

"The sound of the fucks I don't give." 

"Choke on your fries!" Niall shouted, chuckling. "I'm actually really happy for you guys. Regardless of the constant PDA." 

"Aw, thanks Niall," I smiled. 

"SIKE! Go fuck yourselves," he spat, making the table erupt in laughter. I threw a fry at him, now getting a lecture of the waste of food that just was from him. 

Again we were discussing another topic; beers. It was an argument mostly supported by the guys, but even Clary came out with different shit to say. I didn't know the half of it, so Emily and I just talked to each other about how she managed to escape her house. Our moms are almost identical in their parenting. Her mother is less aggressive with it, but besides that little difference, they're the same. 

I was chewing on a chicken nugget before I felt Harry's hot breath against my skin. "C'mon, baby, let's get busy in the bathroom."

My glare was sufficient to shut his whining up. "Why are you...so in the mood?" 

"You're sitting on my lap and you keep moving. Seem fair enough?" He remarked, whining and begging into my ear, repeatedly pressing little kisses on my cheek and my jaw. 

Giggling, I whispered "Stop" as I pushed his face away. "I promise I'll give you a little somthing soon." 

"Soon like tonight?" He grinned. 

"No." I snapped, poking his nose and making him frown. "Soon. Now control yourself. It's hard for me, too. But you said you'd respect it."

He sighed. "I know. I know." A cheeky smirk laced his lips again while he pecked my lips, mumbling against them. "You're just so hard to resist, Sweetheart." 

"Harry's begging to get fucked. Oh lord, never thought I'd see the day!" Clary pointed her finger accusingly at Harry, who growled at her and continued to beg me to feed the fries to him. The table was in chuckles while we ate.

It was a good time to be out with my boyfriend and our friends. But like all good times it must come to an end. We promised each other to do it again, but with the assistance of alcohol since this time Harry admitted he didn't think it'd be such a good idea to get drunk. 

We walked out of Burger King, laughter in the air as Niall kept making hysterical jokes about his one girlfriend who had a dog back in when he was in highschool and when he tried to sneak into her house, the animal chased him around all night. 

A gasp left Emily's lips, and I found myself frowning at her in concern before locking eyes with what she was seeing. I didn't notice what she was seeing when I looked down at Harry's car. My eyes shot open in shock, feeling a nervous pit in my stomach as I stared at the white paint. "What the fuck?" 

Everyone was staring at it now, their eyes big as moons now from the astonishment. There was a huge drawing of a pe*is on the hood of his car in white paint, the word d*ck written underneath it. My mouth fell agape as I stared, knowing that Derek and his little buddies must've done this. Not only was there spray paint on the car, but the back windows were shattered.  

It was silent when Harry's hands slammed so hard against the hood of his car in fury, that all of jumped back in fright. A vein in his neck became highly prominent, his face reddening by the second as he inhaled, trying to control his anger. He leaned his fists against the hood, shutting his eyes while his nostrils flared. I didn't want to get near him, and by the looks of it no one else did either. 

Harry's eyes met with mine. "I swear I'm gonna kill him. Right now." 

He leaned away from the car, going to the trunk and opening it. I finally reacted when he pulled out a heavy metal bat, and so did the rest of the boys go to pull away Harry from that object that could crack skulls. Harry didn't let go of the bat, however. He gripped it tightly, his angry expression was getting scarier by the seconds that passed. 

"Harry, stop it!" I shouted at him pleadingly, holding his wrist but he snapped it away from my hold. 

"Stop?! You want me to fucking stop!? That jackass just fucked up my car!" He yelled harshly at me, and even though I was a little hurt at his angry tone with me, I understood he was livid right now. But I couldn't let him fall into Derek's traps. Harry has one more warning and then it's prison cell for him. I can't let him do something drastic and give Derek a coma, and next thing you know his mom is giving Harry five years in prison. 

Louis reacted out of panic, his voice rougher than usual and much  more assertive. A large contrast to his regular voice. "Harry, put the fucking bat down, please!" 

Harry turned around to his friend, glaring at him with an irregular breathing pattern. "Her fucking ex-boyfriend likes to fuck with me, then I'll fucking give him what he wants! What do I care if I end up in prison!?" 

Her fucking ex-boyfriend. Now I felt like this is all my fault, and it probably is. I know he's mad, but he said it like I was the one to blame here. I couldn't control the lump in my throat. Shit, I've been crying too much these past weeks. My eyes were blurry with tears, and Niall watched my face before he confronted Harry. 

"Mate, listen to yourself! Stop being fucking dumb, and drop the damn bat! You're scaring her!" 

I felt my heart race when Harry looked at me. Instead of worry and concern, he seemed more frustrated. "Why are you fucking crying for!? Huh!?" He screamed, his face now red and the vein popping from his making me more nervous. The way he held that bat made me anxious. 

Wiping my tears, I angrily screamed, "You're making it seem like it's my fault!" 

"I didn't say it was your fault, God damn it!" He tossed the bat onto the concrete of the parking lot, startling me and causing me to take a step back from him. "There's no need to cry is there? It's not like it was your car being vandalized!" 

Clary grabbed my arm with anger obvious on her face, pulling me away from Harry. He was acting so harsh with me and nasty. He didn't even care I was being pulled away as he repeatedly punched the side of his car, and Niall and Louis watched as he let out his anger. He grabbed the bat again, and just before anyone could say anything, he turned towards a small tree. He nearly broke the tree in half with one swing from the many more to come. 

Emily and Clary lead me back inside Burger King. Emily, being the more sensitive one out of the two girls, rubbed my back and hugged me. I didn't know why I was crying, but I did know that I didn't like it when Harry shouted at me. I could see why everyone says he can be a bit dangerous, but that still doesn't change the fact that I like him and I'm hurt he spoke to me that way. Even when I know he's just mad.

"It's okay," Emily whispered. One of the employees behind the register glanced at us before minding her own business. "He's just really angry right now, Serenity." 

"And I'm going to say a few things myself," Clary snapped, "How dare he talk to you like that!? It was like he was barking at a fucking wall."

Emily shot her a glare as I pulled away from her hug, deciding on wiping my tears. "He's angry and he needs to calm down. He'll probably regret it a lot."

"Still gives him no right to talk to her like that," Clary insisted. "Serenity, are you just going to let him talk to you that way?"

"Clary," I snapped, annoyed now from all the bickering. "I know he's mad and that's the only reason he spoke to me that way. I'm not going to turn this into some bigger shit." 

I was just hoping that when I'm not around, Harry doesn't do something drastic to Derek.

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