Alyssa's Point of View

Marilyn flipped through another rack of dresses, eager to find the perfect one. I'm still not very excited about this dance. Going with Harry does make me happy but my dreams won't go away. Having Harry down the hall has saved me. I've slept with him almost every night for the past week and he continues to comfort me; holding me close, whispering sweet things, singing, and sometimes even a few kisses. The dance is Saturday night which means the dreams will stop and hopefully I won't have them again. This dance won't be like freshman year; I won't let it.

It's already seven and I'm over this shopping ordeal. "We aren't looking for wedding gowns Marilyn. It's a stupid dance, come on." Honestly I want an amazing dress to sweep Harry off his feet but my feet are sore and I want to go home and see him. He's turned into my shield. Whenever anything hurts, physically or mentally, I go to him.

"Try this one on," Marilyn held up another dress and before I sighed I tilted, pressing my hands against my waist. It's actually really pretty. She has finally handed me a dress that won't make me look like a hooker.

I slipped the simple red dress on and hooked the back. Not too shabby. I spun in a circle and smiled as it waved up and down. The length is perfect, a few inches above the knee and the straps are thin enough to look not so tacky.

Marilyn picked out what I would call a hooker dress, fitting very snug, showing way too much skin but she can work it. She wears black and I, a very rosy red.

Saturday night everyone--Niall and his friends--are meeting at my house to take pictures and then we're going to some fancy restaurant that I can't recall the name. I heard it's expensive so hopefully my parents will cover it. Two tickets was already fifty dollars alone.

When I got home it was already nine and I'm surprised no one is here to yell at me or wonder why I'm out so late. Megan and Erin are probably out and I think I just heard weird noises coming from my parents room; gross.

"What's that?" I dropped my dress from Harry's rude entrance into my room.

"You can't keep coming in here like that Harry," I bent down, picking my dress and exhaled.

"Can I see your dress?" he plopped on my bed smiling like he just won the lottery.

"No, it's a surprise," I closed my closet, not letting him peek. I want to surprise him; I'm quite excited for his reaction. He whined like a child. I've never given into any of that shit from anybody, "oh shut up Harry. You'll get to see soon enough."

"Fine, but what color? I want to match you!"

"Just wear black, that goes with everything," I sat next to him, smirking. I thoroughly enjoy his frustration. He rolled his eyes, knowing the satisfaction I'm getting out of this.

For a moment I felt frozen in time. I focused on Harry's eyes. They're trying to tell me something, I just don't know what. They look sweet and kind, maybe happy? I don't know but whatever it is I want to know.

I guess I was staring for too long, he looked away to blush. Hopefully I wasn't looking at him sexually or anything. I didn't bite my lip or smile seductively.

"Thanks for being nice to me Harry. I really appreciate it, especially since I can be a complete bitch," he laughed before drawing a circle on the top of my hand with his index finger.

"You aren't a bitch Alyssa, you're a little....." he bobbled his head back and forth looking for the right word, "unpredictable. There's a difference."

I must be close to my period because my feelings are weird right now. It's like my heart is aching for him. Not necessarily for his body, just his presence. He's sitting here with me but I know eventually he'll leave. I'll sneak into his room later but that gap of time is too much. Tears are building in my eyes, why?

"Alyssa? Are you okay?" he brushed a few strands away from my face. I haven't been able to tame my hair today.

"Yeah," I wiped away a nonexistent tear and began braiding my hair, "I just feel weird."

"You're acting weird," he chuckled, standing up.

No, he's leaving.

"Wait!" That sounded too desperate. Harry fixated his eyes to mine. I have no idea what I'm doing, somethings completely wrong with me. "Nevermind, I just...." my words trailed as I couldn't decide what excuse to make.

He looked at his feet, moving them around, "do you want to read?"

"Read what? We finished Princess Bride."

"Isn't there more than one book that you fancy?" I laughed, did he just say fancy? I've never heard him say that before but it's cute.

"Umm, I'll have to think about it."

"Well," he said almost bowing down to me while placing his hands behind his back, "until then do you want to come play FIFA?"

He knows I don't want to be alone, this is embarrassing. Or is it? I shouldn't be embarrassed, most people like having company, I should too.

"Yeah, sure."

After FIFA I didn't bother getting into my bed to fall asleep. I put on my pajamas and walked right back to Harry's room. That's where I'll end up anyway. This is weird though, we've never fallen asleep together; not like this. Usually we're both half asleep but tonight we're fully awake--tired, but awake.

Harry's Point of View

"I like this," I said while massaging Alyssa's head on my chest.

Having her company makes me feel happy and this night is even better. She's decided, on her own to join me. For the past hour we haven't been able to go to sleep. At first it was awkward. She watched me get ready by taking off my jeans followed by my shirt and then all of my jewelry and watch. When she slithered underneath my cool sheets things seemed to let loose. I laid next to her, both of us resting on our elbows, and talked about nothing. Why the sky is blue, what makes each individuals voice different and if it's genetics--that conversation sparked from her love for my voice; not the accent, the rasp and deepness, and why the parents are always dead in fairytales. It was the most random things but that kept our minds active and proved how similar we are.

Eventually we ended up cuddling, her head resting on my chest. A few times our hands pressed against each other in the air, measuring the size difference and intertwining. Her hands are quite small. I love her laugh, her beauty--inside and out, and I still wonder how anyone could think she could do such horrible things. I don't think she could kill a fly; well maybe, she hates bugs.

I don't know why or how our relationship is turning into this, and it may be a bad thing. Megan and Erin are beginning to catch on and our friends already know it. We can only hope her parents aren't next. Will I be moved to a new house? Maybe sent home?

"Harry Styles, come back to earth," I felt a smack on the forehead, yup that's my girl--I mean Alyssa. That's Alyssa.

"Sorry, I was just thinking."

"Uh-oh, that can't be good," she's right; like always.

"Don't worry, good thoughts. Let's go to sleep, tomorrow's only Monday."

I reached for the lamp and tugged the cord, sending us into the darkness. I've always been scared of the dark but Alyssa makes it better.

I felt Alyssa moving and I didn't want her to move away so I held her tighter. She's staying right where she is.

"Fine, I won't kiss you," she said slyly. My jaw fell, touching her head. She giggled: bad idea.

"Alyssa, I'm going to kiss you now."

"Fine, if you must," she giggled again and we went at it.

Her hand running down my chest as I crawled on top of her. Her legs, finding their way in between mine. A gasp escaping from her lips as she felt my pleasure on her thigh. I held myself up with my forearms above her head, allowing my hair to swoop into her face. She held it back with both hands on either side of my face, gripping tightly to make my face burn with passion.

She clawed my back; I don't know how much longer I can go without going inside her. My emotions for her are stronger than ever. It could be from her prudeness against sex or it could be from her stuborness, making me whine like a dog wanting it's toy that has lost itself under a sofa.

"You're killing me love, you're torturing me."

She giggled, another sexy giggle, "sorry," was all she said.

Her strength was lacking so flipping me over wasn't an option. Instead I did it for her, ordering her to straddle me. I grabbed onto her waist, moving her, making her gasp for air. Her attempt to prevent herself from moaning was a fail.

"Do you want me Alyssa?" My eyes have adjusted, she wants me. But will she admit it?

"Of course not."

"You're awful," I said, groaning and chuckling at the same time, "can I take off your shirt?"

"Why do you ask so many questions?" with that she took it off for me. Wow, I was not expecting that.

My hands rubbed against her breasts. I closed my eyes and took in everything that's happening. Without me helping her she's still grinding and moaning quietly. Her allowance for me to hold onto her breasts is unprecedented.

"Please don't stop Alyssa, please don't," I'll be so pissed. She loves stopping in the middle of something good; making me thirstier each time. I'm starting to think she does it for her own pleasure; is it a turn on?

She leaned down to my ear, not grinding, but sitting on top is enough. I released from her breasts and grabbed onto her ass as she whispered to me, "whatever you want baby."

Those words, no, just no. I sat up pushing her down hard and rough. Getting on top of her made me feel empowering, I don't want her, I need her, "please Alyssa."

"Not tonight," her voice was nervous, I can't do that to her, it's not fair. I fell on top of her and apologized. I should have never asked that of her; I'm such a dick sometimes.

"Ohh," I managed to wail as she somehow managed to find my member. She rubbed it on top of her entrance over her clothing. My boxers, her pj's. Two pieces of cloth away from entering this beauty.

My breath shortened and helped her move me up and down against her. I covered her mouth with kisses. Our tongues played hockey as she moaned loudly into my mouth. Before I came I fell to the side, not wanting to get it on her clothing; how thoughtful of me.

"You're amazing Alyssa," I whispered as my 5:30 alarm went off. It was time for her to return to her room after our fun and six hour slumber. She nestled her head into my side, "you have to go to your room love."

Soon she was gone, and I fell back asleep, not as peacefully without her by my side; but happy, loving the night we shared.

Notes

Cute and a little dirty ehh?
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