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"Why do you always take Nicolas home from school anyway? Can't he do that himself?" I curiously ask him. After the incident with Harry awhile ago, I decided to just keep everything between us a secret from mom. I know this is wrong but I can't think of something better. Now, I am currently walking home with Harry since he insisted to, but ofcourse he won't let my mom see him.

"I wanted to." He shrugs, giving me a grin.

"Why?"

"Well, I honestly don't want to just stay in the house and do nothing."

"Oh."

"Besides, he's not complaining."

"You have a point but aren't you thinking about going to university?"

"No, not at all."

"Why is that? How can you financially support yourself?"

"I have Niall and the other lads. They'll help me with that." He nonchalantly replies.

"You can't just depend on them all your life."

"I don't really care." He shrugs.

"What?"

"Again with the questions." He rolls his eyes.

"Sorry..." I mumble as I look away from him. I'm actually concerned of Harry's future. It bothers me how he can be so calm about this. He should care about his life especially his future life because as

they all say, 'you only live once,' YOLO.

"You shouldn't go further." I inform Harry as we both stopped walking.

"Alright."

"Bye." I awkwardly wave my hand at him.

He stepped closer and slowly circled his arms around my waist, tugging me closer to him. He leans in and gives me a peck on the lips, making me blush like crazy.

"This is so weird." I mutter as we pulled apart.

"Why?" He chuckles.

"I've never been this close with a guy before." I truthfully reply, lowering my head in a sheepish way.

"You should get used to it, Brae, because kissing is not the only thing we're gonna be doing."

My eyes widened with his statement. I am certain that he is refering to sex, and I am absolutely not ready for that especially doing it with him. I am too young for that kind of stuff. Harry can keep his thoughts to himself because it is not happening.

"Yo-you should go." I stuttered.

"Alright. See you, Brae." He gives me a wink before he walks away, leaving me somewhat lovestrucked.

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"Boring, boring, boring, boring." I quietly mumble to myself as I try to figure out what to do that can help me with my boredom. I've been in my room for almost 4 hours and guess what? I did nothing besides sleeping. Thinking about this makes it even worse. However, I can't help but feel delighted of myself coming home so early that it made mom so happy. She literally almost threw a party. Nonetheless, the feeling of guilt is still within me. Like my conscience is eating me up in the inside and I don't know how to stop it. Well, maybe I do know but I'll get over it in the meantime, hopefully.

Ringggg!!! Ringggg!!! Ringggg!!!!

I quickly went over to grab my ringing phone from my bedside table and answered it before holding it up to my ear.

"Hello?"

"Hey Brae, it's Niall." My mouth formed into an O shape as I wasn't expecting him to call nor even know my number.

"Uh, How'd get my number?" I ask, trying to sound as polite as possible.

"Harry told me."

My eyes widened as I gripped my phone tightly. "What?!" How can he possibly get my phone number without me knowing? Oh shit, now I remember. When I fell alseep at the creepy house. He might've checked my phone while I was sleeping. This is preposterous. He is invading my private property and that is absolutely not good. Now I've learned my lesson to put passcode on which I don't normally do since I never really cared, but now this is serious stuff so I have to. Anyhow, I don't get why he had to get my number. He doesn't even have a phone.

"Brae? Are you still there?" Niall asks through the phone, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Oh sorry, I zoned out."

"Sorry if this creeps you out, but I just called to inform you that I'm throwing a party later at our place, and you're invited."

"Me? Invited?" I choked out, not being able to decipher that someone actually invited me in an actual party. It seemed surreal for me since noone has ever invited me to parties before, because apparently I'm a loser.

"Yes." He chuckles.

"What time?"

"Starts at 7." Shit, what if my mom won't allow me.

"Oh alright, I'll have to talk about it with my mom first."

"No problem. Though, I'm really looking forward to see you later." I have the feeling his being flirty rightnow or maybe it's just me.

"I'll try."

"Great! Well, it was nice talking to you but I gotta go. Louis is fucking annoying me rightnow." He grumbles.

"Nice talking to you too. Bye, Niall." I slightly chuckle. I'm somewhat excited to meet the other lads. I hope they're not like Harry.

"See you, Brae." And with that, I hung up. This is exciting. I am finally attending a party for the very first time. I might seem really ignorant rightnow but I don't care. This is something memorable for me, and thinking about it makes me more excited. Hopefully, my mom will allow me, and won't hinder me from experiencing something I haven't experienced before just because of that fucked up murderer. That shit seriously needs to fuck off. Not only is it killing mankind but also happiness and enjoyment. Anyways, I should ask mom rightnow.

I reluctantly stood up from my bed and walked over to my door. I have never felt this lazy in my entire existence as I headed downstairs to my mom. I felt a bit nervous but not much since I'm too lazy to feel anything at this point.

"Mom, can I talk to you for a second?" I quietly ask my mom who was peacefully sitting on the couch, holding a book in her hands with her reading glasses on.

"Hmm?" She hums as she looks up at me with a smile.

"Well..." I started. "There's this party an-"

"Party?" She cut me off. "No parties."

My eyes widened. "Mom, I have never been into parties before and this is my first time experiencing that so please don't stop me from being a normal teenager."

"Parties are no good. You'll just get pregnant."

"Pregnant?! I'm not like that. I'm your daughter yet you don't trust me. Mom, please don't do this." I raise my voice, trying so hard to not yell in her face. She couldn't possibly do this to me. I need freedom for once.

"For once, trust me..." I add, lowering my head. A sigh escaped between her lips before she spoke;

"What time?" I instantly look at her, full of hope in my eyes. That was definitely not what I expected her to say.

"It starts at 7. I don't know what time it ends but I promise to come home before midnight."

"You need to come home before 11, Brae. If you go beyond that, then you know what happens." She sternly states.

A big smile crept upon my face as I immediately embraced her with a tight hug. "Thank you so much, mom. I won't let you down... I promise."