Dark Side

Two days later, and Harry and I were back at school, back to our normal schedule. Basically…it sucked.

I wanted to be back at the cabin with Harry, eating dinners in the back yard, swimming in the lake, walking around the small town, and falling asleep together.

Now I was back at school, dealing with homework, teachers, students, and worst of all…my parents.

I was walking down the hall, the day was only half over and lunch had just started. Unfortunately for me, Harry had lunch detention…again. He was caught skipping class, and since the school knew Harry well enough to know that he would never show up for an actual after school detention, they just made him stay for detention during lunch.

And Leah was sick for the day. She had a really bad cold. Or at least that’s what she had texted me this morning.

I decided to just walk towards the school library. It was usually abandoned at lunch and I had to check out some books for me and Harry’s chemistry project.

I opened the beat up door and walked inside. The librarian left up a sign saying that she was on lunch break and would be back in ten minutes. Other than that, only a few students walked around the large library.

I tucked a piece of blonde hair behind my ear as I searched up and down the aisles for the book I was looking for. I bit my lip in concentration, and after about eight minutes, I finally found it.

“Scarlet, just the girl I was looking for.” A voice came from behind me. I whipped around, holding the large chemistry book in my hand. I came face to face with Brittany.

“Not that I really want to know,” I said dryly. “But why were you looking for me?”

Brittany glanced over my choice of clothes in a judging manner, making me roll my eyes. Unlike Brittany, who wore a pair of thin booty shorts, ankle boots, and a thin tank top, I wore a pair of high waisted shorts with an off the shoulder shirt tucked in. 

I wasn’t dressed like a nun, but I didn’t have my boobs or stomach hanging out. And apparently to Brittany, that was a crime.

“I heard something very…” She trailed off, walking toward me. “Interesting.”

“Yeah, it’s true. If you don’t dress like a slut, you might earn some self respect.” I gave her a big, fake smile as Brittany rolled her eyes.

“Ha ha. I really don’t think you’re in a place to give me a lecture about self respect, considering who you’re dating.”

“Dating?” I repeated. Brittany crossed her arms over her chest, making her boobs push up even more than her push up bra had made them before.

“Harry.” She replied.

“Yeah, I know who I’m dating.” I said dryly, putting a hand on my hip. “I just don’t understand what that has to do about what you heard.”

“I heard Zayn.” Brittany giggled, a sick smile coming on her face.

“Congratulations.” I said as I started to walk by her, but Brittany just stepped to the side so that I couldn’t get by. 

“I’m not done yet. Now, as much as I hate you, I also think you deserve to know this. I mean, I do kind of enjoy telling you this, but I’m also not doing this just because I’m a bitch.”

“Really.” I laughed, raising my eyebrows.

“Yes, really. Like I said, I don’t like you. But I also don’t think it’s fair for you not to know, so…”

“Just spit it out Brittany,” I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I have class in less than ten minutes and you’re giving me a headache.”

“Just shut up and listen.” Brittany said, leaning towards me as if she was about to spill a secret. “I heard Zayn talking to one of his friends during class…about you.”

“Me?” I repeated, in confusion. I mean…I knew Zayn didn’t exactly like me, well…let’s face it. He hated me. But did he really spend his free time bad-mouthing me to his friends when I wasn’t around?

That was a waste of time. And it was also stupid. Because I knew for a fact that if Harry found out, he would be livid and most likely beat the crap out of Zayn. Harry gave a new definition to the term overprotective. 

“Well, about you and Harry. Zayn and Harry have a bet going on about you.”

“A bet?” I repeated. Brittany huffed as I repeated her words again.

“Yes Scarlet, a bet. Apparently, Zayn bet Harry his car that he wouldn’t be able to fuck you by like, November I think.”

I felt my heart sink to my chest for a moment, before I looked back up at Brittany.

No. That didn’t make any sense. If that was true, why would Brittany tell me? She didn’t like me just as much as I didn’t like her. 

“Wow, you must really want Harry back if you’re willing to make up these lies to get me to dump him.” I said, standing away from her.

Brittany’s mouth dropped open and she rolled her eyes for the fifth time.

“Seriously, if you don’t believe me, that’s your problem. All I’m saying is that, it’s true. Zayn and Harry made a bet almost two months ago about your virginity.”

“Brittany, leave the poor girl alone and go back to hassling guys for sex.” A voice came from behind us. Brittany and I both whipped around to see a girl with medium length, light hair standing before us.

“Perrie,” Brittany sneered the girls name as she pushed a hand onto her hip. “Stay out of it.”

I raised my eyebrows. So this girl was Perrie, the one that Harry had told me about just a day ago? Apparently, she had gone to South Side her whole life until she moved away a year ago. But now she was back. 

And not only that, but Perrie also had dated Zayn. And apparently he had quite a soft spot for her. She seemed to be the only one that could calm him down or put him in his place.

Perrie rolled her eyes at Brittany and glanced at me, a smile coming onto her face. Her light eyes glimmered.

“Scarlet, right?”

“Yeah.” I said, laughing. “You know me?”

“Well of course!” Perrie grinned at me. “You’re Harry’s girl.” She glanced over at Brittany and snorted. “Although it seems as Brittany isn’t too happy about that.”

“Don’t be a bitch Perrie.” Brittany snapped at her. “I was just fucking trying to help, but nevermind. I’ll enjoy watching Scarlet get fucked over by Harry while you’re partially to blame.”

Perrie smiled fakely at Brittany as Brittany walked by her and out the exit of the library.

“Thanks,” I said after a moment, giving Perrie a smile. “I honestly don’t understand what her problem is.”

“She’s Brittany.” Perrie shrugged. “Don’t let her get to you. She wants Harry. And apparently, she’ll do anything she can to get to him. Just ignore anything she says.”

“I wi-“ I started when Niall burst through the library doors, earning a glare from the librarian who had just returned.

“Scarlet!” Niall half whispered, once he realized that the librarian was giving him evil eyes. He waved me over. Perrie and I exchanged looks as we followed Niall into the hall.

“What is it?” I questioned.

“It’s Harry.” Niall said breathlessly as he lead us down the hall.

“What happened?” I asked urgently making Niall shake his head.

“No, no, he’s fine. He just got into a fight and they suspended him for the rest of the day. He wants you to go home with him.”

I sighed and glanced at Niall, whose face was turning a bit pink from walking down the halls so fast.

“What happened?” I asked. Niall laughed and shook his head.

“Some guy in detention made a comment about you.” He laughs, looking at me and Perrie who was walking beside me.

“So naturally, Harry had to hurt him.” I mumbled under my breath as we continued to walk to the back exit of the school. Niall laughed again loudly.

“Harry doesn’t hurt people, Scarlet. He beats the living shit out of them. The kid is in the Emergency Room getting stitches in his arm because Harry threw him up against a window, breaking it.”

“Oh my gosh.” I whined as I grabbed Niall’s arm. “You can’t let him do that, Niall! He’s going to get arrested. Again.”

“You know he doesn’t care about jail, Scarlet.” Niall shrugged, looking at me with sympathetic eyes. “He knows Mark or Jay could get him out of jail easily, with a snap of their fingers. That’s why Harry has always done whatever he wants, when he wants.”

“Dear god.” I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “He stresses me out when he gets in trouble.”

“Harry’s just really…” Niall trailed off, looking for the right word.

“Protective?” I offered. Niall grimaced slightly.

“More like possessive.” He concluded, making me nod in agreement as Perrie laughed quietly.

“He’s right out there,” Niall pointed out the back door where Harry’s car was. I didn’t even second think skipping school. Harry had gotten in a fight because of me, so I felt partly responsible.

“Thanks, Niall.” I grinned, kissing his cheek. I turned to Perrie. “It was great meeting you. Maybe we can talk tomorrow? When my boyfriend isn’t suspended for beating the crap out of someone?”

Perrie laughed and nodded, giving me a grin. 

“Of course!” She replied. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Good luck with him, he’s a good friend, but he’s crazy.”

“Don’t I know it.” I muttered under my breath as I turned and opened the back door of the school.

I walked out the back door of the school to see a car parked near the sidewalk. I walked towards it and got in the passengers seat to see Harry sitting and watching me from the drivers seat, his large hands on the steering wheel. 

“Harry,” I sighed as I looked up at him. His face was hardly scratched, aside from a bloody lip.

“He got one hit in,” Harry chuckled as he looked away from me and glanced in the rearview mirror at his lip.

“I can see that.” I said, giving him a smile as I leaned forward and held his cheek in my hand. 

“Why don’t you kiss it and make it better?” Harry said, a small smirk coming onto his swollen lip. I laughed quietly and nodded, leaning forward.

My lips brushed against his as his large hand let go of the steering wheel and came up to hold the back of my neck. I softly pressed my lips a bit harder to the cut on his lips, making Harry flinch a little from the pressure.

I started to lean back, not wanting to hurt him, when Harry dipped his head even lower, opening his mouth against mine. I tasted him, the taste of mint, cigarettes, and a small bitter taste of blood.

His tongue rubs against mine aggressively. Then in a rush, the kiss heats up. Harry seems to lose himself as he kisses me hard and roughly, his teeth tugging on my bottom lip.

He leans over the middle console of his car, so that he’s practically on top of me. I grunt quietly in discomfort as Harry presses his hand against my neck even harder, pushing us together. I pressed my hands against his chest, trying to distance us. But Harry just takes my movements as passion, shoving his tongue further down my throat.

I lean back, shoving his chest hard enough to get him to stop. Harry stops and looks up at me, his eyes black.

“Why are you doing that?” I mutter as I look up at Harry through my lashes. His eyes are slightly clouded and he sighs, leaning back in his seat.

“Doing what?”

“You know what.” I reply, turning my head towards him more. “Kissing me like you’re trying to make a point that I’m yours or something. Almost as if you have something to prove.”

“You are mine.” Harry says stiffly as he looks out the window.

“I’m your girlfriend.”

“Which makes you mine. That makes you all fucking mine.” Harry snaps. He breathes heavily for a moment before slamming his hands down on the leather steering wheel, making a loud noise.

“Is this is because of the fight?” I ask quietly. Harry glances at me before looking down at his hands. I grab his hand in mine, his one large hand almost double the size of mine.

His silence seems to answer my question as I stare at him. His curls are pushed to the side of his head, hiding a bit of his face.

“Harry,” I say slowly. You need to stop getting in so many fights because of me.”

“Really?” Harry looks up at me with harsh, angry eyes. “You don’t even fucking know what he was saying about you. He’s lucky I didn’t put a fucking bullet through his head after the comments he made.”

“Harr-“

“No, you don’t understand what it’s like to hear that some other guy wants to fuck your girlfriend. You aren’t his. You’re mine. It’s my initials that are on your skin, not his. He has no fucking right to go around saying he wants to fuck you.”

“Did he fuck me?” I asked, looking at Harry. Harry looked at me for a moment before answering.

“No.”

“Am I going to sleep with him?” I asked. Harry’s eyes darkened as he stared at me. 

“No.”

“Exactly. So you have nothing to worry about Harry. I love you, not that kid that you got in a fight with. I made love to you, not that kid. I got your initials tattooed on me for life, not that kids. And I’m in your car right now, getting ready to skip school with you, not him.”

Harry nodded slowly and looked at me apologetically.

“I know, you’re right. It’s just hard sometimes. I have to hear about these comments people make, all the fucking time. They’re all waiting for me to fuck up so that they can have a chance with you.”

I stared at Harry a moment, biting my lip as I thought.

“Don’t act like I don’t go through the same thing, Harry.” I said. Harry raised his eyebrows and I sighed. “Just before I came out of the school, Brittany had cornered me in the library and was telling me some story she made up.”

“What did she tell you?” Harry asked, his eyes boring into mine, giving me his full attention.

“I don’t even know,” I laughed, shrugging. “Something about you and Zayn having a bet about me.”

Harry stayed completely silent. His green eyes were still staring at me as I glanced out the window.

“Don’t worry,” I smiled at him as I grabbed his hand, interlocking his long fingers with mine. “I didn’t believe her for a minute. I know you would never do anything like that to me.”

Harry stayed still, looking at me as if he was deep in thought.

“Right, Harry?” I asked after a moment in concern. He seemed to be in another world.

“Right.” Harry nodded, flashing me a big smile that made his dimples appear. I smiled back and leaned back as Harry started his car and drove off out of the school parking lot.

~ ~ ~

Two hours later, school was out. So I had to go back home, so my parents wouldn’t suspect that I had skipped out. Although I doubt they’d notice.

Harry and I had decided to just go back to his house and watch movies since his brothers were at school and his mom at work. Harry fell asleep for most of it as I lied in his lap. Once the movie ended, it was sadly time for me to go back home.

Harry pulled up to my house, driving up my long driveway. I noticed a sleek, black car parked near the front door by the water fountain and frowned slightly.

“Who’s at your house?” Harry asked, looking at me. I shrugged as I craned my head a bit to the side so that I could see in the large glass window in front of me house, but I saw nothing.

“Who knows? Maybe my parents are arranging another investment or charity event. You never know with them.”

Harry nodded, his curls bouncing slightly as he looked at me sadly, his hand still holding mine.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Or you could come over tonight. I can tell my parents that we’re studying.” I smirked as I raised my eyebrows. “I mean, we are chemistry partners after all.”

“Wish I could.” Harry said as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my lips. “But I have to deal with Mark and Jay. They’re pissed at me, like really pissed. I don’t want you around for that.”

“Well…be careful.” I said after a moment. I wanted to tell him to just ignore Mark and Jay, to just leave the damn gang. But I knew Harry couldn’t without putting his life in danger. It was impossible.

“I will.” Harry smiled, kissing my lips again as I unbuckled my seat belt.

“I love you.” I said as I got out of his car.

“I love you.” Harry said slowly, his accent taking over. I shut my door and waved goodbye as he backed out and drove down the street, going out of my site.

I adjusted the strap of my bag as I walked up the steps to my front door. I buzzed the front door, waiting for one of the maids or butlers to let me in. God forbid my parents were somewhat normal and just gave me a front door key. But no, I had to be buzzed in by a worker.

“Ms. Scarlet,” one of the cooks in our kitchen smiled at me as he opened the door for me. I hated being called Ms. Scarlet, but anytime I asked them to just call me Scarlet or Scar, the workers got an uncomfortable look on their face. So I just let it go eventually.

“Thanks for letting me in.” I smiled, slipping off my shoes and walking towards the stairs.

“Actually, your mother asked that I take you to the living area downstairs. She has someone down there she wants you to see.” The cook said, giving me a small smile. I hesitated and then nodded slowly, not liking where this was going.

“Alright.” I agreed. I walked past him and then down the steps to the basement, where a large living room was with a mini bar in the back, a pool table, a large t.v, and multiple couches. 

“Scarlet, dear, you’re home finally!” My mom gushed as I walked into the room. “I have someone here for you.”

“What?” I asked dumbly as she grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the back of the basement to where I could see a few people standing. One of them turned around and I froze.

“Woods.” I choked out, looking at him with wide eyes. What was he doing here, at my house? Shouldn't he be at college?

“Scar,” Woods grinned at me, making my knees weaken a bit with his perfect, white smile.

“What are you doing here?” I asked bluntly, as I was confused beyond belief.

“Honey,” My mom stepped in, giving me a huge smile. “I have a surprise for you and Woods.”

“You do?” I asked with wide eyes. What the heck was going on? Even Woods looked a bit confused. My mom grinned at us, as she grabbed my arm excitedly. 

“Woods is going to be staying with us for the next few months!”

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Long A/N ;

Please read 

I upload 2 chapters, because i want this story to be completed, so i can upload the sequal (; 

-Also guys .. this story isnt mine, like i said many times before, CREDIT GOES TO BAILEY (: 

- Also , If your a belieber, & has heard of the fanfiction ''Danger'' / ''Dangers Back'', & You want to read it, but dont know where to find it, I may or may not upload it here (: 

-Im also gonna start my own story, its not gonna be a fanfiction, more like a Bad Boy Type, Cliche, I know, but ill try to make it not so cliche & unoriginal 

If you guys want me to actually do those 2 things, please comment, so i know that ill have some people to read the stories, and some support (: 

-Hanna