Harry and I have texted nonstop for the past month. We talk about anything and everything, really. We can go from having a conversation about Harry's life, to what we think about the universe and how we feel about the possibility of there being different worlds where our lives turned out totally different then it was now. He had asked me one day what I would change if I could change anything about my past, and I answered him truthfully by saying I would stop my mother from having me. He had went silent for a few hours, but he text me back after a while and we started talking about a totally different subject.

I don't know if it's possible, but I feel closer to him than I have felt with anyone in a long time. I don't know why, but he just makes me smile like an idiot whenever he texts me, including in classes. Never before have I ever took my phone out during class, because I thought it was disrespectful, but I have found I was willing to risk a lot just to be able to talk to the brown haired boy who talks about my ass every chance that he gets. I have stopped blushing as much whenever he talks about something sexual, and we've been having a lot more face to face conversations, but nothing too big.

"Would you put your phone down at look at me?" The brown haired woman said from across from me, pulling me out of my thoughts. I sighed and reluctantly put my phone down on the table and crossed my arms over my chest, turning my face up so I could see my mother.

She was wearing a brown shirt that was huge on her thin body, and the grey stained pants were hanging loosely around her waist, moving down a little further with each move she made. Her brown, thin hair with grey streaks was pulled up into a tight ponytail, but her hair still reached the middle of her back, and her bony arms were crossed over her chest as she stared at me with a look of disappointment, but I have done nothing to disappoint her.

"Yes mother?" I tried to keep my voice calm and polite, unlike the way I was on the inside. My insides were churning with anger and my entire body was completely stiff in my seat.

She sighed and sat down across from, her small body easily slotting into the limited space there was between the chair and wall. "We need money, Boo Bear, and I need your help."

She folds her arms on top of the table and I stare at her bones that are visible through her thin skin that stretches over every bone in her body. It's just proof of the drugs she has gotten into, and continues to use. Her once young face was now sunken in and most of her teeth were rotted, but we didn't have the money to get her into a dentist.

We didn't have money for anything, and that's why I should have known what she was going to talk to me about. Just this morning she was bitching at both me and Lottie because we were almost out of groceries, but I don't eat much so I don't understand why I was the one getting bitched at or talked to about bringing in money. Lottie was just as capable as me to go out and get a job, and she was older than me for christ sakes. She would have better luck at finding a job than me.

"I'm guessing you have an idea of what you want me to do?" I ask when I finally feel like talking. I leaned back in my chair and sighed, rubbing the palm of my hand over my tired face. I was already tired of talking to her and we have only said a few things, and knowing my mom, her ideal job for me was probably ridiculous.

"I know how you feel about this, but we really need the money," Pausing, she stared directly at me with her blank brown eyes. When she realized that I wasn't going to say anything, she continued. "I need you to start selling my pills and things."

She's kidding, right?

I look up at her and seen that she looked more serious than she ever has, but that can't be it, right? She wasn't really going to have me, her only son and youngest child, dive head first into the drug world just so we can have things around the house, right?

"You're not kidding." I breath out, my heart rate picking up speed but it didn't feel like it did when I was around Harry. It was out of fear, rather than... Excitement?

"No Lou, we really need the money and I just got my pills." She leans across the table and goes to grab my arm, but I jerk back and stand up, the old, worn out chair falling and clattering against the stained, cracked tile.

"I will not be your drug mule." I growl through clenched teeth.

I may be short, but my mother was shorter than me, so when she stood up, I was staring down at her through slitted eyes. My teeth were clenched together and my body was rigid, and for the first time in my life, I was absolutely angry. I could feel the anger as it started to uncoil in my stomach and spread throughout my veins, like a rapidly spreading fire.

My mum tried to mirror me, but her body was too weak and she was only able to hold eye contact with me. Blazing blue eyes locking with unreadable Brown eyes. "You will if you want to continue talking to that little boyfriend of yours." She spat out, and before I could grab my phone, she already had it clenched tightly in her fist.

Harry

At the mere mention of him, I felt my body relax a little and the anger start to die down. How did she know about him? Has she been stalking me? Why didn't I deny the fact that he was my boyfriend? "How do you know about him?" I asked, and I tried to make myself sound as angry as I did before, but I felt myself giving up. I was just starting to get comfortable with someone, and I wasn't going to let something as stupid as my own life get in the way of it.

Rolling her eyes, she shoved the phone at my chest and I had enough time to reach up before she let go. "Oh please. A mother knows when her child is in love."

Inlove? What is she talking about. I have only known Harry for about three months, and I only had a small crush on him. Crazy woman must be high out of her mind.

But that's the thing. She wasn't. She was way too coherent right now to be even the slightest bit high. When she was, she was a stumbling mess who stuttered, got extremely violent and fell asleep wherever she could, including on the toilet. There was no way she would be as civilized as she was right now if she wasn't all there.

"I-I'm not in love with him. He's just a friend." I was stuttering, and both me and my mom knew that I stuttered when I was nervous, or trying to cover up something.

Wait, what the hell? How did a conversation about me being my mother's drug mule turn into a conversation about who I did and did not have a crush on. Before my mother could say anything, I grabbed my shitty headphones off the table and slipped them into my pocket. "I'll do it." I say loud enough for her to hear as I walk out of the kitchen and towards the stairs. I take two at a time, being all too eager to get to my room where I could lock the door and finally have silence.

"Thank you, baby." I hear her yell exactly at the same time I was closing my bedroom door. I rolled my eyes, something I have found myself doing a lot lately, and locked my door before I flopped down on my bed. The springs came to life and I bounced for a few seconds, then finally settled down into the mattress that some would say was uncomfortable, but I have grew to love.

I clicked the power button on my phone and was shocked to not only see no new messages from Harry, but that it was past eleven at night. I set my phone down on my stomach and peered out my open window. It was infact dark, the light no longer shining through the window and providing light for me.

I groaned, knowing I should go to bed, and pulled myself into a sitting position. I couldn't stop thinking about what had happened between me and my mom as I stripped from my clothes, leaving only my boxers on. Why did she think I was in love with him? Was it because of the way I smiled when he texted me? Knowing how my mom interprets things, that's probably why she thinks I am in love with him.

Laughing under my breath and shaking my head, I plugged my phone into my charger, took out my contacts and put them in the case, then flicked off the light. I climbed back into my bed and pulled the thin, scratchy blanket up and over my body. I really didn't need it at night, because I was always hot, but it gave me a sense of comfort.

I rolled onto my side and buried my head into my flat pillow. It took forever for my mind the finally shut down and allow me to sleep, but finally after an hour and a half, I slowly slipped into a state of blissful unconsciousness, the last thought ringing through my mind being my mother's words.

'A mother knows when her child is in love.'

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I got up the next morning at around noon. I had slept in, which was odd for me. I was always up before the sun was fully up, but not today. Instead of getting dressed in my normal clothes, I threw on a pair of red skinny jeans and a simple black loose fitting t-shirt that drowned me. I had to go run and do the job my mom requested me to do, then I have to walk to the store and get groceries for the bloody house, because we don't have a car.

The sun was barely shining through the thick, grey clouds when I walked out of my front door. I had my phone in my hand, and my mom's pills tucked safely in my pants pocket along with my headphones. The walk to the familiar house wasn't too long, it usually only took me only a few minutes and I had kept my head down the entire time. I didn't exactly live in one of the safest neighborhoods, and if you were caught looking around when you walked, they would think you were a cop or some shit and you would either get jumped, or shot.

You may not believe it, but it happened to one of the people's kids that moved in like, two years ago. Their son, who was about eighteen, got curious and decided to take a little walk around our neighborhood. I guess he was acting all weird and looking through people's windows, so some of the people got jumpy and ended up shooting him four times, I think. They were never able to find the killer, but they really didn't give two shits either.

I sighed at the memory of what the parents looked like when they got the news, and I shook my head to rid myself of the images. It was a horrible time, but if I didn't stay focused, I would most likely get killed to. When I finally did glance up, I seen the old, rotting house just a few feet away from me.

I blew out a deep breath and quickened my pace. When I reached the house, I walked around the side of it instead of knocking on the door. The first thing you should know about doing stuff like this, is you never let the person's family you're selling the pills to, know you are there, or it always end in trouble.

The moment I walked around the house I could already smell the heavy stench of alcohol. Sitting at a table was one of my mom's old friends that she has known for years, and trusts with her life. Beer cans littered the lawn and were scattered on the table and on the ground around the table, there being over a hundred.

I tried to be quiet when I walked up to her, but I somehow managed to kick one of the beer cans. "Don't move, dick." Sara growled as she jumped up from her seat. She twirled around and held a small black thing in her hand, that I didn't realize was a gun until she pushed a button that I believe was the safety.

"I-It's m-me Sar-ra" I stuttered out, not even caring how stupid I sounded. You usually don't when there is a gun only a few inches in front of you that is pointed directly at your chest.

Smiling, and revealing her gums, Sara threw the gun down on the table and lunged at me. She wrapped her thick arms around me and squoze me hard, making it impossible for me to even breath. I felt myself being lifted up in the air for a second before I was being set back down, and thank god it was right then too because I felt the vomit start to build up my throat.

I swallowed thickly and laughed shakily, trying to act like I wasn't at all affected by the fact I just had the life scared, and squished out of me. "How are you, Sky?" I cringed when she said the nickname she gave me when I was ten years old. It was a warm summer day and my mom came over to get high, of course, while me and Lottie were playing.

Well, after they were done they both came outside and Sara managed to forget my name, so she gave me the nickname Sky because my eyes reminded her of the bright blue Sky. I didn't necessarily hate the name, I just hated the fact that it was a girl's name.

"I'm fine! I just came here for my mum." I said when I finally managed to remember how to breath. I instantly regretted it when I took a deep breath through my nose, and smelt nothing but stale cigarette smoke, stale beer, and b.o.

Sara didn't say much after that. She just handed me the three hundred dollars for the pills I gave her, then I went on my way. I shoved the wade of cash in my pocket and bowed my head again, soon becoming entrapped in my own thoughts.

Harry hasn't texted me since last night and I was honestly upset about it. Did I do something wrong? No, I didn't think I did. The last thing I texted him was 'k', and I don't even remember what he had texted me. I was too lazy to put the password into my phone just to see what Harry had said. Besides, I didn't want to seem too desperate and like I was a little girl obsessed over a boy and goes crazy if he doesn't respond right away.

I bit my lip and stepped over a large crack in the middle of the sidewalk. My head suddenly snapped up when I felt something pelt against the back of my neck, the cool liquid splashing against my neck and running down my back. I looked up at the sky and got pelted right in the eye by another large drop of rain.

I groaned loudly and shoved my phone into my pocket before folding my arms over my head, trying to shield myself from the rain as best as I could. The store was only about another three blocks from where I was from, so I didn't have to walk to long in the rain. As if to say 'joke's on you' the rain began to fall down faster, and harder. It pelted against my body, and I honestly wished I would have brang my hoodie.

I squinted my eyes and looked through the thick layers of rain, spotting a bus stop only a few feet in front of me. I ran as fast as I could and took shelter underneath the small, yet protective, bus stop thing. I read the sign and groaned when I seen that the bus didn't run on sundays. I set down on the bench and leaned back against the metal seat, my sopping wet shirt sticking to it.

I ran my hand through my hair and stared out at the rain. It was coming down fast and looked almost like a blanket was hiding the other side of the road from me. I sat there for a few minutes, to see if the rain would slow down, but it only got worse.

I shivered in my seat, my body freezing, and pulled out my phone. I unlocked the screen and debated on who I should call. I couldn't call my mom, because she didn't have a car to come get me in, and I didn't really know anybody else that lived close to us that actually had a car.

Yes, you do. He's your booty call.

I licked my lips and sighed, realizing I had no other choice. I scrolled down the the B's in my contacts and hesitated a little before I finally clicked down on the ridiculous name. I lifted the phone up to my ear, but kept it an inch away so I didn't get it wet. It rang for a few minutes before the line clicked.

"Hello?" He asked. His voice was groggy and thick, being heavy with sleep. I stifled my groan and paused for a second before I sighed deeply.

"I woke you up, nevermind." I said, then pulled the phone down. My thumb was hovering over the red button that would end the call, but then I remembered what Harry told me. He said he prefered if I just got straight to the point and told him what was on my mind, rather than being too upset, shy or embarrassed to say anything.

"Actually, you did say you were there for me whenever and I kinda need your help right now." I hated asking for help, but I knew Harry wouldn't judge me or ask any questions. I may not have known him that long, but I could tell he actually cared about me, even if it was only a little bit.

I heard shuffling on the other end, then a loud crash and Harry cursing loudly after. "I'll be there, just text me the address." And with that, the line went dead. I bit my lip harshly to try and hide my grin that was starting to stretch my lips. He didn't say no, and he didn't ask why I needed him. He, despite me just waking him up, was coming to my rescue.

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"Why didn't you wear a fucking coat!?!" Was the first thing I heard when Harry pulled up infront of the bus stop. His voice had startled me, because I hadn't heard the smooth purr of his engine due to the rain.

I glanced up, my hair no longer dripping wet but still being damp, and squinted my eyes to see into his car. Harry was leaning across the middle console, one of his hands still gripping the steering wheel firmly. His jaw was locked and, even through the sheets of rain, I could see his piercing green eyes stare at me with disapproval.

"I didn't think I would need one." I yelled, trying to be heard over the rain that was pelting against the roof of his car. I seen Harry roll his eyes and gesture for me to get in the car, which I happily complied with. I ran the few feet that I was away from the car and quickly sat down in the seat, the door having already been open because Harry had opened it when he seen me stand up.

I sighed in relief and relaxed back against the seat, my body being cocooned by the warmness from Harry's heater that was on full blast. I buckled my seatbelt and inhaled deeply, my body relaxing even more when my nose was filled with the familiar, and comforting, scent of mint and the cologne that I have yet to figure out what kind it is.

"You're going to get a cold." Harry growled, his eyes focused on the road as he began to drive. I didn't bother putting on my seatbelt because, as shocking as it was, Harry was actually driving under the speed limit.

I rolled my eyes. "Says the one who took me to a park to play in the snow without the proper snow gear." I looked over at him and smirked, his jaw having gone even tighter than before. It wasn't like I didn't have fun, I was just trying to prove a point.

"Lucky I didn't fuck you 'cause I didn't have the 'proper gear'." He said, mimicking my voice when he said the last two words. I couldn't help but giggle quietly.

As I have come to know Harry more, I have learned that he not only likes to talk about my ass, but having sex with me to. I didn't read too much into it, but to be honest, I would have sex with him if he ever asked me too, even if we were only friends. I may be a virgin, but I really didn't care because who wouldn't jump at the opportunity to have sex with the curly haired god.

"Yeah right, Harry. Probably don't even have the proper gear in your pants." I teased him, knowing that I always hit a nerve when I talked about the size of his manhood.

Instead of seeing the usual flare of anger in his eyes, I seen a slight twinkle of humor. "Don't tempt me to pull out my penis, because I will, then i'll show you what a good, proper fuck is."

I gasped loudly and hit his chest, my cheeks heating up a tad bit but not that much. The thought to continue commenting on his penis was tempting, but he was mostly all talk. He would say something like that, but never go through with it. It was quite disappointing, actually.

"I need some of your references before I agree to anything." I grinned widely and turned to look at him, my eyes doing that stupid thing by crinkling at the corners.

Harry stopped at a stop light, that was barely visible through the rain, and turned completely in his seat so he was facing me. He licked his bottom lip and leaned towards me, his nose brushing across my cheek and resting pressed against the side of my head, and his lips brushing against my ear.

"They're all in the hospital. Haven't heard from any of them since the night we had sex. My penis put em in a coma." He whispered, his warm breath tickling against my neck. I twitched slightly, but turned my face so my cheek was pressing against his, my lips only inches away from his ear.

"Then I guess you'll never get in my pants if none of them can vouch for you." My lips brushed against his earlobe, and I smirked when I felt him shiver. I pulled back and stared at him before I turned and looked out the window. "The lights green." I mumbled after a few seconds. I could still feel Harry's gaze on me, but I didn't turn around.

I finally heard him sigh deeply before he turned back around in his seat and the car began to move, faster than before. I watched as the trees went by in a blur, and if I focused on nothing, I could see my own reflection in the window. I hated seeing myself though, because I could already feel how depressed I was. I didn't need to see what I looked like too.

I hated when me and Harry had these types of conversations, because despite it being fun at the time, they always ended with me realizing I never would be with Harry the way I wanted to be. He has been at my school for a few months now and he hasn't been in one relationship, even though people are practically throwing themselves at him. So, he is either uninterested in anybody at that school, has a secret girlfriend-- or boyfriend--, or he simply just doesn't want to date anyone.

I was hoping it was the later, though. Because if it were either of the other two, I would be crushed.