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Serenity;

It took some tears and some silent hours of the night for me to stare at something else rather than my ceiling. I wasn't hungry, I wasn't upset, I wasn't even depressed. I've always thought of myself as a strong girl who could push through anything. But no matter how much pain something brings, I'm always left to feel the aftermath.

She didn't take my phone away from me -- but I'm sure she'll come for it any second now. Cutting contact with everyone is stressful and unfair, especially for me since I'm one to become frustrated when surrounded by the same people everyday. But I couldn't blame her for doing these things to me. She hates me. I've lied through my teeth towards her with no shame, and she always felt like she had been doing the right thing when really she was pushing me into the hands of people like my friends.

At the moment I feel fine. I cried out all my tears. I'm trying to push away the bad things, and focusing on what part of my life is still good. Knowing Derek's in the picture now, and a vengeful Renee is still lurking around town in thirst for my misery, it just makes everything worse. Derek I'm only worried about how he likes to mess with people. He's not a psycho, but he's definitely an asshole. By messing with me, I mean, telling everyone including Harry how our relationship ended.

I imagined what Harry would think once I told him. Harry. I went to grab my phone, quickly sliding my fingers to unlock it and pressing down the numbers of his cell. It surprised me how quickly I managed to remember his phone number.

It didn't even ring two times before he answered. "Hey," he greeted softly, probably thinking the worst right now.

"Hey," I sighed into the phone, beginning to play with the ends of my hair, lying on my back and staring at the ceiling once again. I found myself wishing to be in his arms and craving his touch. He made me happy without trying. "I wish you were here with me. I really need you right now," I said without being able to control myself. I was literally with him a few hours ago. God, I was being so needy, but I didn't care at the moment.

I heard him sigh into the phone as well. "I wish I was there with you, too, baby. What happened?"

"She found all my stuff," I explained quietly, "Like all the clothes I hid from her and she probably went through my laptop and found pictures of me at parties and stuff. I don't even think she knows about my tattoo yet. She hates me, Harry. She really does."

He paused for for a second to think. "Don't say that. She's your mum and all she wants is the best for you, but she really is just...too much with it. I know it seems like it's her trying to control you and shit, but she probably doesn't mean to make you feel like you do."

Harry was too kind about this. If he heard what my mother said about him he'd never think twice to despise her with all his might. I'm positive Harry's trying to make me feel better, but it only makes me angry that she said those things about it. However, I'm deciding on not telling him she said those things because they'll upset him.

"She slapped me, too. I sort of gave away that I'm not a virgin and haven't been one for a while now," I told him.

An intake of breath was heard. "What?" He spat. "She put her hands on you!?"

"I deserved it."

He scoffed. "How about you take out that stick she has so far up her ass?"

I ignored his little remark. "I just wish she was different," is all I said in a whisper. When I heard footsteps becoming more frequent and louder, my eyes widened and I inhaled deeply. "Harry, I need to go. She's coming upstairs. If I don't call, don't call me because she'll have my phone I bet."

I didn't want it to be that way. I wanted to make sure that I'll be in contact with him, and hell yes I'm going to keep seeing him in secret if that's what it takes. I may feel so horrible about myself from the other things, but about being with Harry I'm too damn happy about.

He didn't sound too glad, either. "Alright, babe. Call me from anyone's phone you can get your hands on."

"I know. I'll think of something. Bye, Haz." I whispered quickly into the phone.

"Bye, love."

With impressive speed, I placed my phone on the end table by my bed, lying down and tugging the duvet over me. The lights in my bedroom had been turned off and the only light source I had was from the moonlight streaming in through my windows.

It wasn't my mother who creaked my door open and stepped in. It was my father. I knew he was beyond pissed at me for everything, but he'd be softer than my mom. Not by much, though. I turned my head away from him, breathing in deeply and ready to be yelled at.

The lights turned on as I sat up, watching him and trying to keep myself together and avoid crying now. He looked calm, but angry. His eyebrows furrowed, his deep blue eyes staring at me with nothing but disappointment. I've always been the disappointment in this family. The biggest one of generations before.

He sat down at the edge of my bed, our eyes never leaving each other. I heard him sigh heavily. "I...I can't explain in words how much you doing all this effects me." His voice was quiet, yet firm. I couldn't look at him for too long, so I settled on staring at the light peach blankets over my legs.

"Dad, I'm --" I was interrupted as usual.

My father held up his hand in the air. "Let me talk." He coughed before speaking up again. "I am so disappointed in you. I always thought you'd put school first and think about your future, but you fell for things and you became under the influence of other kids and what they're doing. And maybe it's my fault," he shrugged, "Maybe we weren't there enough to warn you of things. Don't think I blame this all on you. Your mom and I are guilty of pushing you away."

There are many reasons why I preferred my dad over my mom. He is understanding in some ways. He makes the sense in this family, but is always overpowered by my mother. If he took more charge, maybe things would have been different.

I know he's disappointed in me, and I know he wishes that I was a different girl, but I can't help what I've done no matter how much I want to erase it from my life. Some things are just meant to happen, and I'm a little glad for it because few good things came out of it. My friendship with Emily and Clary, and my relationship with Harry mostly.

"But still, you are my daughter. My little girl, and you will always be. I don't care if you're thirty, and I'm in the hospital in my last moments, you will always be my daughter. Although, I'm so angry at you for leaving with that boy and doing all these things behind our backs, I still think you are capable of much more. And that's why you need to promise me something."

My finger nervously played with each other as I stared up at him through my eyelashes. "Okay," I whispered.

"Senior year is the most important. I want you to try your hardest. No distractions. Meaning no parties, only hanging with friends when you're free and not working in the restaurant, and definitely not seeing that boy anymore." He firmly stated, all to my displeasure.

I opened my mouth, quickly spilling words I know my dad would hate to hear. "But dad, I like him so much. You can't do --"

"He is no good for you!" He began to raise his voice at me, startling me a bit. "I don't want you near him. He is dangerous. A bad influence for you and a horrid distraction from your studies. Boys are a bad influence on you. And Elliot? What happened to that great boy? Is there something wrong with Elliot."

I wanted to scream obviously he's gay. But I know I'd blow Elliot's cover, and I can't do that to him. Not now, not ever until he's ready to do it himself.

"Harry's good to me. He treats me well, and he makes me happy!" The words were tumbling from my mouth uncontrollably. Either way I was going to keep seeing him, permission or no permission. I didn't notice the hot, angry tear on my cheek earlier. I wiped it away angrily, frowning at my dad. "Elliot does all the wrong things. He doesn't make me feel the way Harry does."

The anger in him must've been too much for him to control because he stood up and picked up my phone. When I thought he was going to throw it against the wall or something, he shoved in his pocket.

He turned around, pointing his index finger at me. "I don't care what you think you feel for that boy!" He yelled, his facial expression livid. "You can't see him, can't talk to him, I don't want him within feet of you or we call the cops on him. This family isn't about to let some dirtbag ruin it, you hear me!? Is that clear, Serenity!?"

I sniffled, angrily muttering, "Yes, dad."

"Now, you sleep well. Tomorrow you're working at the restaurant with me." The door closed tightly after him.

I lied back down, kicking my legs angrily, reaching for a pillow and screaming into it. This is going to be Hell, but I'm not giving a shit.

+

On Friday's the place is busier than usual; two days after the drama with my mother happened. I had to wait people around for the first three hours before switching with Tiffany. I was on my last fifteen minutes, and unfortunately there was another table to serve. I wiped my hands against my jeans. Fortunately, my mother made no comment on what I was wearing because when we left she was still sleeping at home. I wore my skinny jeans and a regular red v-neck. The black apron tied behind me at my lower back.

While in the kitchen, putting up the note so the chef -- a family friend named Tony -- could read it, I was tapped on the shoulder. I turned around rapidly, seeing the face of the one and only Riley Manor. He was that waiter I was crushing on before Harry came in the picture. My feelings for him are totally gone and completely disintegrated.

"Hey, Serenity." He greeted. "I see you've changed your wardrobe a bit."

I stared at him dryly for a couple of seconds. He never used to talk to me, and now that I'm dressed like a human being from this century, he actually wants to make conversation with me.

"Yeah," I muttered, "Sort of got tired of tripping over my own feet."

Riley nodded, pressing his lips into a line before giving me a smile. "Yeah...so, I was wondering, if you wanted to hang out sometime? Like as friends. I really feel bad about the whole thing."

"What thing?" I asked curiously, ignoring the fact that he wanted to hang out.

"How you were forced by that asswhipe to stay with him for like a week. It's all over town."

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

Annoyed, I snapped, "I wasn't forced to do anything. Make sure you tell whoever told you that." I turned away from him, going out to throw some plates in the sink. Tiffany -- the blonde that was engaged -- looked over at me with concern.

"Hey, are you okay, girl?" She asked softly.

I shook my head, resting my hands at the edge of the sink while I stood beside her. Rolling my eyes, I slumped my shoulders and turned to look at her in her brown eyes. "I hate everything."

Tiffany gave me a sympathetic frown. "I heard about the whole Harry thing. I'm pretty sure you weren't forced to be with a hot guy."

Believe it or not, she made me laugh. "He's actually my secret boyfriend now."

Humming, she gave me a little smirk as she nodded. "Hmm...I caught your drift. If you ever like need help trying to get together with him or get in contact, I have a phone and I have a car. We'll make this work."

Beaming at her, I groaned. "Ugh, you know I love you, right?"

"I have that effect on people," she winked, tapping my shoulder and whispering, "Now get to work before your dad walks in here and sees us socializing."

Having no other choice but to get back to work, I went through the double doors and grabbed a pen and pad. I'm usually very casual with people while asking what they'll be having. I'm not one to make conversation or make people laugh. It's get what you want to eat, and I'll serve it for you. We're not here to make friends.

I was looking down at my paper before walking to the table, ready to serve when my mouth went dry. Derek and a couple of his friends were sitting at the newest table I had to wait on, and my anger just sky rocketed through this fucking roof at the sight. I gripped the pen in my hand tightly, until my knuckles flushed white. He took notice of me right away, his facial features swimming with pleasure.

He looked good, I'm not going to lie. Much more mature in the face. He lost a lot of baby fat and his jaw was prominently perfect. His brown hair looked soft and flawlessly healthy. I wanted to kill him for being so attractive, and then just kill for the rest of the shit wrong with him. Even though he was attractive, he'd never be anything compared to Harry. Plus, Derek is a whiny pussy with his parents fighting his battles.

"What's up, beautiful?" One of his dipshit friends decided to hit on me right away. I glanced over at him; brown hair, brown, puppy-like eyes, and even he was fucking attractive. Then I glanced at the other two, coming to the conclusion attractive guys are friends with attractive guys.

The boys chuckled at my annoyed facial expression. "What would you like, today?" I said through a clenched jaw.

"Some of that ass," a blonde with curly hair shot at me, a cocky grin on his face while his friends erupted with laughter.

Utterly annoyed now, I inhaled deeply before remarking. "Sorry, this ass isn't on the fucking menu. So I'm gonna ask again, what would you cocky son of a bitches like today?"

The boys were snickering and laughing. "Feisty as ever, gorgeous," Derek smirked. "Same old Serenity, much prettier than before."

I looked down at him, staring with nothing but hatred in my eyes. His friends were too busy looking through the menu now to pay any attention to us. "Any drinks to start off with?" I asked him hotly.

The smile on his full lips widened. "I'll have a sprite. You remember sprite? You spilled it over my shoes the first day we met?"

What he was trying to was bring back memories that made me the happiest back when I was fifteen two years ago. I'm a different girl now, and being through what I've been through, I don't fall for shit anymore.

Before I could fight back, one of his friends said, "Yeah, I'll have coke."

"DrPepper."

"And I will have coke as well."

I nodded. "Alright, I'll be back with your drinks and take your orders."

"Damn right you will, pretty thaang," one of them remarked, a hand coming down to smack my ass.

A gasp left my lips, turning around to glare at the imbecile that dared to touch me. It was the one with the blond curly hair and thin nose. My glare turned so stiff and so livid that I couldn't control my body. Instead of doing something drastic that would get me in trouble, I turned around, leaving him smirking at me and headed straight to my dad's office.

"Dad," I called softly, knowing the more affected I acted, the more he'll do to get those assholes out of the restaurant. He looked up at me from his paperwork, stopping the penmanship letters on the paper.

"Yes, Serenity? Make it quick, I'm busy right now, darling."

Ever since I hugged him this morning, he's been treating me as if nothing has happened. I apologized, meaning it completely, but feeling no guilt that I was still planning to see Harry.

"Some boys at a table touched me inappropriately and they're being really rude to me," I told him, frowning and looking more upset than when I walked in. I crossed my arms over my chest, grasping my pen and bad in one hand. "They keep saying bad things as well."

Fuck being busy, I mentally laughed. My dad stood up from his desk, looking relaxed, but I knew he was about to throw customers out of his restaurant. When he met me by the door, he muttered, "Which table, Hun."

I happily pointed my index finger towards Derek's table. "That one."

+

Needless to say my dad had no problem kicking them out and making yet another scene. I totally believe this restaurant is getting more popular because the scenes my dad causes. It was the end of everyone's night shifts. It was nine thirty and my father said he'll be another thirty minutes signing papers and doing some organizing in his office. Being patient and in no mood to go home just yet, I told him to take his time. I'll just tidy up the kitchen.

I was wiping tables, avoiding thoughts that await me when I fall asleep. The lemon scented disinfectant spray was in my right hand and the rag in my left. A strand of my hair that escaped the braid down my back came over my nose, and I blew it out of the way.

My back was turned to the main entrance when arms snaked around my waist from behind, causing me to drop the spray on the table and let it roll and stop in the middle. I went to gasp before I felt their body press against mine from behind, feeling curls tickle my skin and his voice teasingly whispering in my ear, "Lock the doors before you turn away from them."

The grin splattered on my face automatically, my toes curling again in that way, my heart beating faster. I wrapped my arms around his neck once I turned around. Our faces were inches apart immediately, my grin matching his little smirk.

"Harry," I whispered, sounding like I haven't seen him in a decade when really I haven't seen him in about two days.

"Hey, beautiful," he whispered, scanning my face before looking into my eyes with his pale green eyes that I terribly missed like the mushy girlfriend I was becoming. He looked so good today. His bare arms that revealed a few tattoos were display by the white tank top he wore. His hair was pushed back and hidden into a forest green beanie.

I giggled when he picked me up, settling me on top of the table at the edge. I felt his hands trail down my hips and down my thighs until they were beneath my knees, hooking my legs around his waist. There was just this killing need there that I couldn't control. So, I nudged my nose with his, letting him lean in and kiss me.

These kisses felt so insanely good, and rebellious. Because I knew my dad was just one room away, and I knew he'd disapprove. But there was something so hot about being with Harry knowing that my parents would shoot us both, if not him first. I let our tongues bring excitement to our kissing, my own coming to glide against his bottom lip. He smirked, squeezing my thighs before gently biting down on mine.

I moaned softly in his ear when he began to leave light kisses down my neck, pressing his body tighter to mine and eventually giving both of us friction. My breath hitched when he lightly pecked the skin right beneath my collarbone, sucking harshly and bringing blood to accumulate beneath my skin. My fingers played with the curls that stuck out from his hat behind his head, towards his neck.

"Harry," I breathed, feeling him gently bite down on the now sensitive skin, "My dad can come out of his office any minute now."

He brought his face back in front of mine, leaving playful, sweet kisses on my lips. "I," kiss, "Couldn't," kiss, "Care," kiss, "Less." Followed by more kisses until I found myself getting wrapped up in it all. We kissed for another amount of endless minutes before I couldn't continue knowing my dad really is almost finished.

I pulled away, opening my eyes to look directly into his. "I can't have him catching us, Harry. You'll end up in a lot of trouble, and I don't want that for you."

This itself, making out just seconds away from where my dad is, is risky. Harry brought his hands on my waist, leaning in more to nudge his nose against mine. "I just wanted to see you. I understand, but trouble always seems to find me, babe."

"Like me, right?" I was suddenly feeling like I get him into too much shit, involving my parents and the gossip that circles the town.

"You heard the rumors?" He asked quietly, looking at me with concern. He should be more concerned about himself at the moment. I'm surprised the cops aren't chasing him down because people make up shit.

I sighed heavily. "I'm sorry, Harry. I get you into so much already and we've been together for like a week. I told you I wasn't kidding when I said my life is a fucking --"

Harry brought his hand to my chin, pulling me to him and pecking my lips. "Shh. Shut up right now. Stuff like that happens to me all the time. The rumors? They're a joke. I'm used to that kind of shit. You're mine, and no bloody rumors are gonna change the way I feel about you. Is that clear enough, baby?"

He was smirking at me when I looked away, trying not to smile at what he just said. I raised my eyes to the ceiling, biting down my smile before he kissed my neck quickly.

"I'm guessing I need to go?"

"Unfortunately, yes," I pouted my lips, instinctively pulling him closer by his neck. My hands were around his neck, playing with the curls at the back of his head again.

"I'll see you soon, baby," he murmured against my lips, kissing me once more before leaving me sitting on the table, watching him disappear behind the door.

Sighing to myself, I went to lock the door and continue wiping off the tables and putting the utensils back where they belong. I looked around the kitchen in thought, suddenly touching the area of my collarbone absentmindedly before I realized that the tiny bit of pain there was from the hickey Harry just gave me.

Eyes widening, I picked up a clean spoon and saw the reflection. It wasn't too big, but it was noticeable and it was turning a hideous purple color. I touched it with my fingers gently, wincing before groaning. "Damn it, Harry."

"You ready to go?"

My heart jumped to my throat as I put down the spoon and placed my hand against the mark, stuttering, "U-Uh, yeah. I'm good."

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