Harry's Point of View

I sat in Niall's living room with Liam and Niall, fooling around with his instruments. Niall's really good at guitar but Liam should definitely just watch. His drum skills are lacking. We're waiting for Zayn and Louis to get here so we can go bowling. I love bowling, finally something the two countries can agree on.

"I want to ask her."

Liam and Niall looked at each other and laughed while I contemplated on how I should go about this. How can I ask her so she won't say no? Maybe flowers or a nice dinner.

"Don't waste your time bro. I'm sure there are plenty of nice girls at school." Niall didn't even look up, still strumming his guitar.

"Yeah, there's no way she'll say yes."

"Thanks mates, cheers." I rolled my eyes and slouched into the couch looking at some pictures Alyssa and I took over the past few weeks. Mainly of her painting or reading to me but there are a few of the both of us.

They laughed again, not used to my vocabulary.

I've never been to a homecoming and I'd really love to try it out. I heard they can be a lot of fun if you dance. Who wouldn't want to go? Yeah, I suck at dancing, but who really is good?

"Look dude, Alyssa doesn't do dances. She doesn't do parties. She doesn't do school. And she really doesn't do anything outside of her house. I like her, she's chill, but she much rather stay at home and do nothing."

"She doesn't just sit at home and do nothing. She does lots!" I felt the need to stand up for her. Liam didn't mean it in a rude way, I'm just protective I guess.

"All I'm saying is she's going to say no. Save some embarrassment and ask Maddie. She's a cool girl. Isn't she in your physics class? I've seen you talking to her a few times. I think she likes you."

"Yeah, she's my physics partner but we're friends. That'd be weird if I took her."

"But it'll be embarrassing if you don't have a date because Alyssa says no."

Niall's right but I still want to try. If she says no I'll ask someone else. Maddie is a nice girl--I could ask her. I just don't want her getting the wrong idea.

"And Harry," Liam stopped banging on the drums finally, "don't feel like you have to ask her just because you live with her. She's a big girl, she'll understand."

I'm just going to ignore that comment. He has no idea the feelings I have towards Alyssa, none of them do. I sat up and squeezed my phone back into my pocket before Niall shouted at me.

"Go stag with me!"

"Huh?"

"Stag! Like, don't bring a date. Then you can dance with whoever the hell you want without getting bitched at by your date." Niall laughed. "That's what's going to happen to Louis, Liam, and Zayn."

He smirked but I know he's a bit jealous. I'm sure Niall will have fun with lot's of girls but I only want one.

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I tried not to concentrate too much. This is supposed to be fun. I'm pretty competitive but I don't want to be a show off the first time I hang out with these guys. I held the purple, 16 lbs ball to my face and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly. I tapped my left foot twice and went for it. What a great start; gutter ball. Maybe I should try a little harder.

"Harry wants to ask Alyssa to the dance." Louis laughed and I think some coke came out of Zayn's nose.

"Why the hell would you even think that? She's going to say no."

"Am I really that bad of a guy?" I'm starting to feel like they think it's me.

"No, Alyssa will never say yes. Not to you or anyone else. You probably couldn't even pay her to go." Louis stepped up to bowl after he stopped laughing.

"Can you guys just help me think of something good? I'm going to try no matter what you guys say."

They froze, and looked baffled. Yes, I'm asking Alyssa regardless of what they say.

"You like her don't you!" Niall jumped in breaking the silence. I have no reason to lie,

"Yeah, I do."

"Wait, does she like you?" I think so.

"No, well maybe, I don't know."

When they finally realized I'm not giving up they thought about it. Stupid ideas were spun around like asking over the loud speaker at school or after the second quarter of American football. She'd probably strangle me to death if I even tried to pull something like that. It was my turn to bowl again and then it hit me.

"I'll put it in a book!" The guys gave me weird stares but now I'm too excited to play. "Uhh, I gotta go guys. I'll see you tomorrow at school?"

I quickly untied my shoes and put my boots back on. Liam questioned me but I just want to get home and start this little project. I want to ask her by Friday, the dance is in two weeks.

Alyssa's Point of View

"Come with me."

"No."

"Pretty please?"

"No."

"Alyssa!" Marilyn dragged out my name and pulled on my arm.

"No Marilyn! I'm not going to the stupid dance!"

"Ughhhhh! Can't you do something fun for once in your life?! I know you've had a shitty past but you haven't been to a homecoming since freshman year!"

I picked my head up from lighting the beautiful joint I finished rolling.

"Fuck you too Marilyn." I laughed and took in a deep breath. The back of my throat has finally numbed over. It no longer burns as the heat used to pinch the back of my throat.

"Seriously Alyssa, you don't have to go with anyone. Go with me, go stag!"

"No way! That just gives more perverts an excuse to feel me up."

"Then go with someone! I'm sure Harold will gladly take you." She winked at me and I flicked her off. I just want to smoke this joint on this beautiful cold ass night. "I'm not going alone Alyssa. And I'll be pissed at you because I'm leaving next month. It's all I want!"

"Oh bullshit. Don't pull the guilt card on me. We can do plenty. Do you know how much money I spent on this shit? That's how much I love you."

We both laughed and it was quiet for a few moments. I brought some pillows and blankets out on my balcony and we sat down with big sweatshirts and sweatpants on. I'm going to miss Marilyn so much when she leaves. I need to start hanging out with her friends--our friends--more so that when she leaves I'll have people to talk to. I'm lucky she is friends with nice people to protect me from people like Amber and Daniel. What the hell is Daniel still doing here anyway? He graduated like two years ago. What a fucking loser.

Our joints were ending and we debated on rolling another. We're already pretty baked and it's only 8:30, it may be best to cool it for the rest of the night.

"I love you Marilyn." She took my hand and kissed it.

"I love you too! And I'm going to miss you so much." Both of us began tearing up but then I stopped it,

"We can't cry when we're high Marilyn. That defeats the point of forgetting the world."

"You're right!" Marilyn stood in Lucas' sweatshirt and tried to stay sturdy. "Okay, don't get up that fast." I laughed at her and she continued, "let's go on an adventure! You've lived here for a few months and we've yet to explore!"

"Dude, let's do it!"

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"Maybe this was a bad idea."

She's right. I have no idea where we are. Our flashlights were shining in all different directions but we really shouldn't have gone in the woods at night....in the dark.....high. The leaves crinkled under our feet and I think we went through at least three spider webs. Our paranoia stage kicked in making us scream at every sound, including our own noises.

Marilyn held my hand and eventually we stopped and sat down. We'll eventually find our way back. After we stopped laughing from out stupidity we talked about boys. Even though I'm not very good with them I still think they're hot.

"So." I shown my light in Marilyn's face to see how sexual she was trying to make this. "How is Harry in bed?"

"Marilyn!" I laughed harder than I needed to. This stuff is strong. Good job Alyssa.

"Just spill, I know you guys have done something."

"We kissed okay!"

"No way!" She crawled towards me and tackled me. "Ahh I'm so proud of you! Is he good? What else did you do?"

"First of all, I'm not saying anything until you get the fuck off of me." My joking tone made us both laugh but I continued giving her each and every detail. I've never been on this side. She's always the one telling me the gross details of her love life. Now I understand why she's so excited to tell me.

"Ahh, Alyssa that's amazing! Now you definitely have to go with him to the dance!"

"No Marilyn! That's why I shouldn't!"

"Why?" She looked so confused. We heard a noise and didn't move a muscle. There was a hair in my face that I want to badly to blow away but this is too creepy. It almost sounds like my--

"My phone! God dammit, we forgot we have phones!" I rolled on the ground and laughed hysterically. Marilyn laughed as well, I wish my laugh was as cute as hers.

"Well answer it whorescicle!" I love how she combines 'whore' and popscicle'. She's such a weirdo.

"Hello?" I tried to stop laughing.

"Uh, Alyssa?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"Where are you?"

"And why do you care?"

Marilyn piped in, "Is that Harry? Oh my god let me talk to him!" I pulled the phone away from her and laughed,

"We're on an adventure!"

"You realize it's eleven."

"Damn, that sucks. We're stranded. I guess we'll be missing school tomorrow." Unfortunately our buzz is beginning to fade but I don't want Harry to know that yet. "Do you think you could come find us? We're in the woods behind my house."

"Well I would except I can see you from your balcony." I hear him laughing, and it wasn't through the phone.

I stood up and took a few steps to my right. Bam. We're home.

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I forced the rest of my conditioner into my hand and evened it out on my other hand to rub it through my hair. I've always hated showers until I'm actually under the hot water. Then it feels really good. Shit, I forgot to turn the fan on. My mom always insists we keep the fan on while in the shower so it doesn't get too steamy. Stupidest rule I've ever heard.

"Alyssa?" Is that Harry knocking on the door?

"Yeah?" My high is officially gone which sucks. I was going to try to tease him really good tonight.

"This is really embarrassing but can I use the bathroom?"

I stuck my head through the shower curtain and furrowed my brow as I tried not to laugh. He just wants to see my naked.

"There are literally three more bathrooms in this house."

"I know but Megan's in hers, Luke is downstairs and..." his words trailed but they shouldn't have. I will be making fun of him for the rest of the year.

"Are you scared of the dark?" I laughed harder, "There aren't any monsters in the basement Harry!"

"Whatever I'll go outside then."

"Wait!" I really don't care if he goes as long as he doesn't look at me. And I need someone to turn the fan on. "You can go but you better not look at me. And turn the fan on."

He laughed and walked in. "Fine but don't look at me either." That's so true. I could definitely look at him right now. "Stop thinking about it Alyssa or I swear I'll tear those curtains right down."

I held onto the side of the shower curtain he couldn't see just in case he decided to open one side. I don't really care to watch him pee, I just think it'd be funny. He won't notice if I look on this side, he's facing the wall.

Soap was still running down my body as I reached for the side. I began to peek but then found his eyes staring into my face. I jumped back and screamed playfully.

"I told you not to look Alyssa!" I kept laughing, knowing he wasn't looking.

"I didn't see anything! I swear!" I heard him chuckle and walk towards the door.

"So, can I get that peek yet?"

"Huh?"

"You said I could peek for twenty dollars."

I stuck my head out again, "hell no, this cost way more than twenty dollars."

"How much more?"

Is he really still holding this conversation with me? Whatever, two can always play this game.

I stuck my head into the cold air once again as the water continued to hit my back. This shouldn't have come to my head so fast,

"Okay, you can peek."

"How much?" It's past midnight, this'll be fine.

"You're clothes off."

"What?" He's blushing. And smiling. He's adorable.

"You can peek if you take your clothes off and get in."

"You're serious?" I bit my tongue trying to hold back my laughter and smiled. Two can play this game, two can show their dimples.

"So serious." He won't do it. I watched him, waiting for him to leave. Is he debating this? A shrug....that's not good.

"Okay." He's bluffing. He has to be bluffing.

His shirt is off and now he's unzipping his jeans. He's teasing me; I've done it to him before too.

"Harry." I stopped him.

"What? I'm taking my clothes off." I can't give in; I'm too stubborn to give in. He's probably waiting for me to stop him. He'll get to his boxers and then he'll stop....except he didn't.

I gasped and pulled my head quickly back into the shower. Am I really going to let him do this? I can't give in to him! That's not fair, I don't want to lose.

"Are you ready?"

"I don't believe you. You're bluffing." I heard his chuckle coming closer.

"Do you want me to see your backside or your front?" Honestly I think I'd go with front.

"Harold Styles."

"What? Oh, and which side do you want to see?" I crossed my arms to make myself stop shaking. This is very nerve racking.

"Front and front."

He stepped in and his eyes stayed on mine. The water ran through his hair and I want to touch it; to remove it from his face. I think he's waiting for me to do that so I'll move my arms away from my breasts. Whatever.

I brushed his wet hair away from his face and he looked down at me; scanning my body. Me? I continued to stare at his face. I'm scared to look down; I feel like I'm not supposed to see that. I've never see it in person before on any male.

"So, do you like your show?" I stayed as confident as I could.

"It's the best show I've ever seen."

"Yeah?" I blushed nervously. I don't even like looking at myself in the mirror.

"Yeah, you're beautiful" he said so nonchalantly. "Can I?"

I nodded. He slowly reached for my face and caressed my cheek. His hands are still a little cold from being out of the shower but they're warming up. He moved his hand slowly from my face to my shoulder, removing my hair to the side and then gradually inched his way down to my breasts. He took his other hand and held both quietly. For such a simple task it feels so good.

One of his hands left and found its way to my hip, pulling me closer to him. I opened my eyes and swallowed slowly trying to relax.

"You okay?" He whispered. I nodded again. "I'll stop if you want." I shook my head this time. I like it. His touch--it makes me feel good.

The hand that once covered my breast fumbled down my arm and took my hand, placing it on his chest. His muscular, beautiful chest. My logic is now lost somewhere in the mist and my heart has taken over. Or in a more literal sense; my hand.

"Go ahead," he smiled as I traced my hand down his chest and then his abs. They're so defined, I've always wondered what they would feel like. My eyes still remained locked to his. I think he knows what I'm thinking, "Alyssa, it's okay."

I moved my hand further and felt what I was looking for. He sighed, moaned is probably more accurate, and bit his lip. I wasn't really sure what to do but he began to expand. It made me feel tingly and it made me want him in some way. When I didn't move my hand he took mine,

"Do this." His hand moved back and forth over mine. When he released I continued moving the way he wanted me to. My free hand took the back of his neck and pulled him close so I can reach his lips. Again, we kissed. I moved my hand faster and he latched onto my lips so his moans escaped only into my mouth. A few minutes later he moved my hand and sighed heavily. He hugged me tightly and kissed me on the forehead.

I don't know what just happened but I like it.

Notes

This took me forever to write and I hope you enjoy it!
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Will Alyssa say yes?