Alyssa's Point of View

I finished moving most everything out of my room and covering up the furniture. This is going to be so much fun. I put my hair up into a bun and adjusted my polka dot headband.

"Harry!" I yelled across the hall. He was covering his furniture as well.

"Yeah?" He leaned against my door looking at my colorless walls.

"Do you have the balloons?"

"They're right next to you love." He chuckled and I turned around, seeing the Walmart bag right behind me. I looked back to him,

"Don't call me love." I squinted at him and opened the bag of balloons. I wish I wouldn't be so moody. I was so happy earlier and now I just feel so sad. My heart feels like it could burst into a million pieces, I just want these feelings to leave.

"So what are you doing with the balloons?"

"I'm putting paint in them."

"Paint?"

"Yes." I continued stirring the ocean breeze blue as I tried to stay calm.

He hasn't done anything wrong Alyssa.

"You're not going to paint the walls?"

"Why all the questions?" It's like my brain is talking for me.

"I'm just curious." He shrugged. "Can I help you? Your room looks like it's going to be more fun anyway." I sighed,

"No, Harry, you can't." I finally heard his steps fade away from my room into his and I took a breath as I filled a balloon. I think I do want company; I'm just too stubborn.

Music, I need music.

I tied the first balloon and turned my speakers on, blasting Demi Lovato. I tied a few more balloons with more paint and then pinned them onto the wall across from my bed. I spun in circles, singing and finally relaxing. When I finally finished pinning most of the balloons I took a few steps back and made sure they aligned correctly. It will be such a beautiful, splattered heart.

"Are you just going to leave the balloons like that?" I jumped at Harry's words.

"Seriously? What do you want?"

"You look cute dancing like that." I huffed and walked to my music turning it off quickly.

"What do you want?" I crossed my arms angrily. There was a pause, "What Harry? I just want to be alone."

He walked over to me with his arms crossed. When he released his arms he put his thumb to my cheek, "you have some paint on your face." He laughed, enjoying my frustration.

"Do you need help?"

"No." I already told him that. Well, maybe I would like some help but, just no.

"Not even with the other walls?"

"No."

"What about with these balloons?"

"No." Geese Harry.

"Are you sure?"

"No Harry!"

"Oh, so you do need help? Alright, I'll be right back." What a smart ass.

I reached in my art box and grabbed some darts, this'll be fun.

"Woah, what are you doing?"

"About to play darts." I took my first dart and threw it towards a green balloon which splattered orange everywhere.

"Damn, good throw." I smiled at him and did it again. A yellow balloon with blue paint this time. "I'm guessing you've done this once or twice." I laughed,

"Here, you try." Harry took a dart from me and tried his best.

"You weren't even close."

"Sorry, I guess I'm not good with sharp objects." I took a step back from him and felt a surge of fury. "Alyssa, I didn't mean that." Holding my breath was the only thing holding me back from hitting him. "Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that."

He walked towards me and as much as I wanted to run I couldn't. My glare stuck but I let him walk closer.

"Alyssa," he said ashamed. He took my hand and removed it from it's fists of rage. "I'm so sorry." I don't know why but in this moment I feel a sense of comfort. His words hurt but his touch healed me. When I finally let go of my breath a tear rand down my face and I fell into his arms. I was bound to break at some point today. I'm glad it's with Harry.

Harry's Point of View

I'm such an idiot. I held Alyssa in my arms. She's been on edge almost all day and that was the last straw. She let some tears run down her face and sniffled a bit. I can't believe that actually came out of my mouth. How could I even think that?

"Do you want me to leave?" I asked her with my arms still tightly around her. I feel like a terrible person comforting her for something I said.

"No," I think this may be a genuine 'no', "please stay."

That was unexpected.

She moved away from me and wiped her tears delicately off of her face.

"Do you want me to show you how to throw?" Thank god she's moved on......for now.

I nodded and we spent at least an hour popping these balloons until they shattered into a beautiful, splattered heart.

"This is really cool Alyssa." I rubbed the sweat off of my forehead with my shirt and looked at her when she didn't say anything. I couldn't help but laugh,

"You like what you see?" Catching Alyssa staring at my abs is probably the best thing I've ever experienced. Just the way her eyes expanded, like she wasn't expecting it.

"I don't know what you're talking about" she said stand offish, trying to seem like it didn't matter.

"I think you do know." She began painting the wall which held her balcony and I grabbed her waist like before in the paint shop.

"Nope, I have no idea what you're talking about." She shifted towards my cheek. I thought maybe she was going to kiss me,

"What did I say about standing there? And get off, you're all sweaty and gross."

"Yeah, yeah, sorry." I let go and pulled my shirt over my head. "It's kinda hot in here, don't ya think?"

She looked at me, making sure to only look into my eyes. Now I know the pleasure she felt when I couldn't help but stare at her.

"It's not that hot." She turned back towards the wall and didn't dare look at me when I stood next to her with a paint brush.

"Is this paint brush okay?"

"Yes, it's fine."

"You didn't even look!" This is hilarious. She won't even look at me anymore. What happened to fearless Alyssa? The one who takes her clothes off in front of me and acts all cocky.

When she still didn't look I put myself between her and the wall, "Is this brush okay?" I held it up and she looked into my eyes like no one has before. This time I felt something inside.

I tried to smile but my muscles weren't listening to me. Instead, my heart took over. I dropped the paint brush and took hers, dropping it as well.

"What are you doing?" Her voice is weak.

"Touch my chest."

"Harry I--" I grabbed her hand and held it to my heart. It's beating much faster than it should be. I wouldn't let our eyes disconnect so I took her other hand and placed it on the other side of my chest. When I let go she didn't. She ran her fingers lower to feel my abs and then back up to my shoulders. Her fingers are cold, shaky, but smooth.

Alyssa let out a small laugh and I saw the dimples that I always long to see. Looking at those dimples, that bright smile, and beautiful eyes, I can't help but feel like she should be mine. When her arms found their way around my neck and through my hair I put my arms around her waist for the third time today and pressed her hips against mine. Before I kissed her I took in her scent and beauty.

"Alyssa" I don't know what I want to say but I want to kiss her.

"Just kiss me." I smiled and went for it.

After a few minutes I picked her up but had no idea where I wanted to take her. I turned around and pushed her against the wall, still in my arms. She took a moment to breathe and I searched for the spot behind her ear which would cause some sort of moan. When I found it I swear I could continue for hours. The way her body latched on tighter and a soft moan made me want her even more. She let her head rest against the wall while I kissed her neck repeatedly. Even though she's as light as a feather my arms are beginning to feel tired. I set her on the ground and we shared a few more long kisses.

"I'm sorry I'm not strong enough."

"Are you kidding?" She exhaled before giving me another kiss, "you held me up for a while."

"I like you Alyssa." Our kisses began speeding up again. "I really really like you."

And then it had to happen. She let go and walked towards her door. I sighed while picking up my shirt. I really thought we had something going for us.

"Come here." Alyssa pulled down the plastic cover she had on her bed and locked her door. I smiled and dropped my shirt.

She bounced on her bed and laid back. I jumped up and straddled over her.

"You're so sexy." I laughed nervously and she sat up. She took my hand and made me slide one of her overall straps off. It's the middle of the day and Alyssa is suggesting that I take her overalls off. That would mean she'd be in her bra and underwear. Oh god.

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