#punk1d

Once we get inside I’m completely buzzing, I’m so excited that I feel the adrenaline flowing freely through my veins. “Which one first?” I ask Harry and he smiles, I can’t help but notice how nervous he is. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh nothing, I just hate roller coasters.” He mumbles and I chuckle before pulling him in for a hug.

I wake up with Harry draped across me, I smile as I remember the previous night before slowly sliding out from under him. He groans as I quietly shuffle around the room, pulling on distressed skinny jeans, a black v-neck, my favorite red flannel, and I slip my feet into fuzzy socks. I recognize how freezing it is in the dorm and I groan in the cold Washington fall, I sit down an quickly apply eyeliner and mascara before putting a little product in my hair to make it messy. I slip into a pair of warm black boots before grabbing all of my books and my sketch pad for class, I walk over to Harry and gently kiss his forehead. “Babe, I’m heading to class.” I say and he rolls over and puckers his lips for a kiss, I giggle before kissing him and grabbing my lined leather jacket before walking out the door. I climb into my car and I blast the heat as I see the early effects of winter settling on everyone, I drive by Starbucks before finally heading to class. I pull into the parking lot and get out at the arts building, I quickly walk to my art class and I smile when I walk in.

I plop down at my spot and I pull out my sketchpad and begin drawing, I draw a picture of pure, clean hands that look as though they have never been used and a pair of more used, calloused hands that are covered up to the wrist in tattoos wrapped around each other. The stark contrast of each other being the main beauty in the picture, I get into the drawing and before I know it the art teacher is telling us to go. I stand up to start walking but before I can reach the door he calls me back. “Hey Demi, can I talk to you for a moment?”

“Uhm, sure. Is everything all right?” I ask and he chuckles and nods.

“I just wanted to tell you that I love students that strive for what they want to be like you do. You don’t really care what people have to think and I can tell that by the way you sketch, you get completely lost in it. If you would grant me the privilege, I would absolutely love to look at your sketches and possibly refer you to an internship program.” He says with a smile on his face and I grin.

“That would be great, I don’t really draw that pleasant of things but I do try to make them have beauty. I’ll show you tomorrow after class, I have to run to the store to get another pad anyway.” I say and he nods.

“No worries, have a nice day.” He says and I nod and walk out the door, I giggle on my way to my first lit class and I walk inside and notice Harry in his normal seat. I smile before I walk over and sit down next to him with an excited look on my face.

“What are you so excited about?” He asks with a dazzling smile and I giggle.

“I got offered an internship if I show the art teacher my sketches!” I exclaim and giggle more, he smiles and leans in to kiss me.

“I’m so proud of you, you deserve it.” He says and wraps my cold hand in his warm one, I relax in to the chair as I take the notes and I can’t help but feel warm all over from Harry and I’s embrace.

I have to part ways with Harry for my last two classes of the day, as I make my way back to my car at the end of the day I hear laughter behind me. “Hey toots.” I hear a scarily familiar voice say as I spin around. I know I’m the last one in this area and I was honestly terrified of Charles.

“What do you want?” I ask, wishing my voice not to waver.

“I just want your face to have a few bruises on it too, I mean then we will match.” He says with a creepy smile and I turn and start sprinting to my car, he catches up easily and throws me into the pavement. I cry out as he wrenches me up by my hair. “Only a few, don’t worry about that pretty face. It’ll be okay in a few weeks.” And then he starts punching me, I taste the blood in my mouth and I feel the bruises already forming. He pulls away and leaves me crying on the ground.

I get up and crawl into my car, I sob the entire way to my dorm and when I get there I run up the stairs and into the room. I quickly take off my makeup and collapse in bed with all my clothes on, I feel so helpless and like I can’t do anything to get him to stop. I cry myself into a sleep riddled with nightmares. I hear a gasp and then someone dialing a phone.

“Harry, get over to our dorm please.” I hear Becca say and I open my eyes to see her with tears in her eyes. “Yes it is an emergency, its about Demi.” She hangs up and I slowly sit up, I wince at the soreness covering my body. I pull off my clothes before slipping on some baggy sweats and a sports bra, I slowly lay back down and I feel Becca watching me.

“Do you need anything?” She asks and I shake my head and curl up in the pillows, I close my eyes and try to fight off the pain until Harry get here. That’s all that I need right now, I need my Harry. My eyes fly open as Harry busts through the door, his eyes flit over my body and I see the rage taking hold of him. He walks over and slowly pulls me into his arms, I wince a few times but stay silent as I curl into him.

“Why didn’t you call me and tell me baby?” He asks and I look up at him, my eyes fill with tears and I start silently crying.

“He did it, he hurt me, I don’t understand why he can’t just leave me be. He said he wanted bruise for a bruise and now I’m probably hideous.” I cry into his neck and tangle my fingers in his curls, I felt so desperate for him that I couldn’t help but press against him.

“I’ll kill him.” Harry says and I go silent again. “I’m gonna kill him, he will never hurt you ever again and to make sure I’m going to get him thrown out.”

“Harry, just calm down for right now. She needs you.” Becca says softly and Harry looks down at me, his eyes instantly soften and he pulls me down on top of his chest.

“Thank you for calling me Becca.” He says softly, finally realizing how much I just needed him. I nuzzle into him gently and he holds me close. “Do you want to talk about it?” I shake my head no and he gently kisses my forehead.

“How bad do I look?” I ask him quietly and he chuckles.

“You look gorgeous, just with a few bruises.” He says and I sit up and look in the mirror, I gasp at my purple eye and jaw. “Baby, you will be okay in a few days. I promise you will.” He says and pulls me closer to him, I curl into him and gently trace his tattoos with my finger.

“I hate him.” I murmur.

“I know, I do too.” Harry says and I shake my head.

“No, I actually hate him. I hate him so much that I just want him gone. I don’t want to have to see his face again ever in my life.” I whisper and I fight the tears that are forcing their way into my eyes.

“I’ll protect you, from everything. I promise you will never be hurt again. I will protect you if it’s the last thing I do.” He says.

“You can’t protect me from everything.” I say and he chuckles.

“I sure as hell can try.” He says and I look up at him, I gently kiss his chest before he cuddles back down to me. “Are you hungry?”

“Mhm.” I hum in response.

“What you would like baby?” He asks and I send him a small smile.

“I want Chinese.” I say and turn to Becca who was happily sleeping in her bed.

“Okay, my treat though.” He says and I sigh and nod, he smiles before kissing me on the forehead and walking out the door to go get it. I stand up and stretch before perching on the end post of my bed and grabbing my sketchbook, I start sketching a new picture and I completely get lost in it again. It’s a picture of Charles, but not the sweet person he wants others to see, the complete asshole that he hides. I make the lines of his face sharper, his eyes more cold and angry, and his lips his signature evil smile. I finish it and I can’t help but stare at it for a few minutes before I hear my door handle turn, I shut it and put it back before looking up with a smile on my face. “Hello beautiful, miss me?”

“Always.” I say and lean up to kiss him, he happily kisses me back before the smell of Chinese hits my nose. My mouth waters and my stomach growls as he pulls them out and sets them in front of us, I grab the mushroom beef and start shoveling it down. Harry chuckles and starts doing the same to his chicken before I finally start slowing and I look up at him. He was truly gorgeous, his eyes were vibrant and bright, his eyeliner made him look a little bit more mysterious but he seemed to be completely open to me, his curly hair hid some of his face but he usually kept it pushed up so he could look around, his build was muscular and defined, you could see every muscle on his body and it all was covered in an expansive web of tattoos, and you could see the piercing at his lip and eyebrow clearly.

“What are you looking at?” He asks as he smiles at me.

“You.” I say and he chuckles as I smile.

“What about me?” He asks and I giggle.

“Just how great you are.” I say and he smiles before we both finish eating, I get up and grab my towel and shower stuff. “I’ll be right back.”

“Okay babe.” He says as he cuddles into my bed, I smile before walking out of the room and into the showers. I take a quick shower before walking back and pulling on a pair of girl boxers and Harry’s shirt, I crawl into his waiting arms and snuggle against his chest.

“I don’t get it Harry.” I murmur into his skin and he looks down at me.

“Don’t get what babe?” He asks and I keep staring at the birds.

“Why does he hate me so much?” I ask and Harry starts rubbing my back. “I didn’t do anything to him and yet he did all of this to me. Why?”

“He doesn’t hate you, he hates himself. He isn’t worth the air you use up to talk about him either.” He says and I nod, I realize how freezing I am in the dorm and I shiver. “You okay?”

“Yeah, uhm, just a little cold.” I say and shiver again, he pulls the blanket tighter before grabbing another one from under my bed and setting it over us. ‘Thank you.”

“No worries babe, it’s my favorite thing to do.” He says and I smile up at him.

“Where did you used to live? I just noticed your British accent a while ago and I’m curious.” I ask and he smiles.

“I used to live in Cheshire, England. I loved it there but I got a good price to come here and my mum wanted me to so here I am.” He says and I nod. “Do you have any other questions?”

That’s how we spent our night, I would ask him a question and he would answer. No matter what he would answer them and that made me feel better, some of the answers were sad. Like how his dad was a drunk and left them too, or how his mother is working all of the time to pay for the bills she needs to. But then there were fun ones, like how he was in a band, or how he absolutely loved reading classics. I fell asleep with a smile on my face because we finally knew a lot about each other.

I wake up completely on top of Harry and I giggle as I shut off my alarm, I quickly get off of him and he groans and tries to pull me back down. “Babe, I gotta get ready for class.”

“No, skip.” He groans and I laugh and kiss his forehead, he gives up and I quickly get up. I slip on a pair of cut up black leggings, my favorite baggy black sweater, and a pair of black boots. I tie my hair up into a pretty bun before tying a bandana around my head, I cover up the bruises with foundation before wiggling mascara onto my lashes and putting some winged eyeliner on. I slide some light pink lipstain on before grabbing my sketchbook and books, I walk over to Harry and he smiles at me. “You look gorgeous.”

“Thank you.” I say before he leans up and gets a kiss from me, I turn and grab my coat on my way out. “Bye Bec!” I scream over my shoulder and she replies by giving me the finger, I laugh before walking to my car. I chuck my stuff into the passenger seat and drive to get my coffee, I sip the hot black coffee on my way to school while listening to some Hoodie Allen. I get out and grab my sketchpad and pencils, purse, and coffee before making my way inside my art class. I see the teacher and he smiles at me before standing at the front of the classroom.

“As you all know, I have offered an internship to a student in this class, she defended herself in saying that some of her stuff isn’t very happy. So today, you will make a dark design and turn it in for credit. Whatever you want, just tap in to your inner demons and let it out.” He says and I blush as a few people turn their attention to me, I sip my coffee and he chuckles. “Alright punks, get to work.”

I perch myself on the stool before opening my sketch book and starting a drawing, this one is of a teenage girl that’s in the fetal position with tears in her clothes. You see demented claws coming toward her from all sides and she’s crying, honestly telling how I felt when I was a teenager. I felt alone and like everyone was out to get me. I hear people talking quietly and I pull out my iPod to blast in my ears as I finish the exact lines, I add the shading and the true emotions last in her eyes. Her eyes make her look as if she is in agony but she has built a shield up for people to never penetrate. I finish and I think about how Harry broke through that shield in a matter of days and I can’t help but smile, I pull my headphones out and head over to him to hand him my sketchbook. I had to go and get one before my next class but that was okay, I still had about an hour.

“Here you go.” I say and he smiles.

“Thank you, I’ll let you know tomorrow.” He says and I grin and nod, I gather my stuff and walk out of the room. I get to my car and I turn up the heat before driving into town quickly, I run into the bookstore and grab three journals and a few books to read in my downtime. I walk back out and I climb into my car, I drive back quickly and practically run to my language class. I walk in and sit down next to Harry with a new sketchbook in hand, he smiles and kisses me when he sees me.

“New sketchbook?” Harry asks and I smile and nod.

“Yup, I filled mine up today during class.” I say and he chuckles before lacing his fingers through mine. I pull out my notebook and get comfortable in my seat before the lesson starts, the lesson goes by quickly and I’m ecstatic when Harry walks me to my next class. “Thanks babe.” I say with a smile as he leans down and gives me a kiss.

“You’re welcome, what are you doing tonight?” He asks and kisses me again, I giggle an smile into the kiss.

“I don’t really know, nothing?” I say and he laughs with me.

“Then make a plan to go on a date with me please?” He asks and I nod with a smile on my face.

“I think I can do that.” I say and he smirks.

“Oh really?” He asks and kisses me.

“Oh yeah.” I say before kissing him one more time and walking into my class.

“Be ready at seven!” He shouts after me and I turn and wink before settling down in my usual spot, I curl up and get ready for my writing class. I turn on my computer and open my newest document before the teacher tells us to get to work, the words flow out of me as I get lost in the story. The professor dismisses us and I put my stuff away before walking back to my car, my schedule for freshman year was incredibly easy. I took all my generals senior year of high school and I took a lot of internet classes so I already had most of my credits, I only had three or four classes depending on the day. I sit down in my car and I lock the door before turning up the heater and driving to the bank quick, I get out and I walk inside.

“Hey, my name is Demi Childes and I was wondering if I could get a balance on my checking account please?” I ask and she smiles.

“Of course you can sweetie, one moment.” She says, in a less than a minute I have the little receipt in my hands and I am gaping at it. I have hundreds of thousands of dollars in my account and I have no clue where I got any of it.

“I’m sorry, this must be a mistake. I only had a thousand in there a couple days ago.” I say and she shakes her head.

“No mistake, I think a parent came in to deposit more money for you.” She says and I scrunch my eyebrows together. “Your dad did.”

“What was his name?” I ask with a shaky voice and she quickly checks.

“Jake Childes.” She says and I nod.

“Thank you.” I murmur as I walk out of the door with thousands to my name because my dad that used to beat the shit out of us was back. I drive back to my dorm and I get ready in a daze, I slip on a pair of nude lace tights with a black skater dress and a maroon cardigan. I quickly tie my favorite spiked black litas on before taking the bandana out of my hair, I touch up the makeup over my bruises before slipping on a maroon colored lipstick. I smile at the mirror before spritzing perfume on and changing into a little clutch from my big purse, I sit down on my bed and doodle a bit before I hear a knock at my door. I jump up and run over, I open it up and I see Harry standing in his usual white t-shirt with black skinny jeans and black boots. I smile and kiss him quickly.

“Hey baby, ready to go?” He asks and I smile and nod.

“Yup, just let me grab my jacket.” I say before I grab my jacket and slip it on, I grab my clutch and walk back out to him. He smiles and I lace my fingers through his, we slowly walk down to the parking lot and I look around for his car. “Where is your car?”

“Oh, I drove my Range Rover instead.” He says with a smile and then I see the huge truck, he helps me in and I giggle at the luxurious interior. Harry gets in and he rests his hand on my thigh once we are on our way. “So the band will be playing a gig on Friday if you wanna come?”

“Sounds like fun, and it will be my first concert.” I say with a smile and he chuckles.

“Well I hope you like it.” He says and I nod and kiss his cheek.

“So where are we going?” I ask and he smiles.

“It’s a surprise.” He says and I sigh and nod, I end up smiling but I honestly didn’t really like surprises anymore. We drive for a little longer and I simply listen to Harry sing along to the radio, we pull up to a gorgeous restaurant and I can’t help but feel spoiled. He walks around and opens my door before leading me inside with a hand on my back. We slide into a booth and I look around at the gorgeous décor, I smile at Harry and he chuckles. “You like it?”

“I love it! If I were ever to get an apartment it would be like this.” I admit as I look at the exposed brick, roughed up concrete floors, and the rustic feeling. He smiles before we order and I get some alfredo and he gets some steak, I sip on my pop as I watch him smile. “Thank you Harry.”

“For what?” He asks as he sets his glass down.

“For everything, seriously everything.” I say and he smiles.

“Its my job, I’m your boyfriend.” He says and I giggle before looking up as a little kid runs over to me, he hops up in my lap and I laugh.

“Ben! Get back here!” I hear his dad yell and I smile at him.

“It’s all right.” I say and turn back to him. “So you’re Ben?” I ask and he nods. “Well I’m Demi and that’s Harry.” I say as I point to Harry, Harry smiles at me like he is awestruck. “Are you having a good dinner?”

“Oh yes, its so much fun here! I came over here because I thought you were pretty.” He says with a huge smile and I blush.

“Well thank you, you’re pretty handsome yourself!” I say as I tickle his stomach, he laughs and I smile.

“Is he your boyfriend?” Ben asks and I nod. “You have a very pretty girlfriend! And you have cool skin!” He says and Harry and I laugh.

“I know, she’s absolutely gorgeous right?” Harry asks and Ben nods.

“Well I should probably get back now, bye!” Ben exclaims and kisses me on the cheek before running back to his parents and I can’t help but smile.

“He was adorable.” I say and Harry smiles.

“You love kids. Don’t you?” He asks and I nod.

“I do, I want two kids. Logan and Blake. Logan would be the girl and Blake would be the boy.” I say and Harry smiles.

“Logan for a girl, I like it.” He muses and I nod.

“I know.” I say and he laughs. “But I want to wait until I have my established career, whatever it will be.”

“What do you mean?” He asks as I take a sip of my drink.

“Well, I really want to be an author, but I love art so much, but being a publisher would be so cool.” I ramble and Harry laughs.

“I get it.” He says with a smile and I blush. “You are beautiful.”

“Thanks.” I mumble as I blush more, the waiter comes over with our food and I start eating it. I hum at the taste. “This is heavenly.”

“Yeah, mine is pretty good too.” He says and I smile. We finish dinner and we are on our way back when he smiles at me. “Wanna stay at mine?” He asks and I feel questions pop onto my tongue. “Charles won’t be there, you can sleep in bed with me and the door will be locked, I will walk with you everywhere.”

“Okay.” I say with a smile and he laughs.

“You are the most unpredictable surprise ever.” He says and I laugh.

“Yeah, my mom used to say that too.” I say and then I remember that I have to visit her this weekend and sigh.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asks and I look over at him.

“I have to go visit her this weekend.” I say and he nods.