Harry's Point of View

I looked in the mirror of the small tux shop and adjusted my collar. This one looks quite nice. Of course it looks like all of the other tuxedos but I think it stands out. Adding a polka-dotted shirt seems like the perfect touch. Like Alyssa said, black goes with anything so hopefully this'll be okay.

When we got home I hung up my suit and scurried to the kitchen table; Luke and I took longer than expected. He was pretty bummed his dad couldn't help him for his freshman homecoming but he said he understood his dad's work is important. I know that's not true though; I'm pretty sure I heard him mumble, "fuck you dad" a few times under his breath. I tried to make it fun so in the end he seemed pretty happy. I do feel like Luke is my younger brother in a way; I've never had one so it's pretty nice for him to be around.

"Pasta again?" Luke whined. I wonder where Alyssa is.

"Where's Alyssa?" I don't think anyone heard me over Megan and Erin arguing and Lily telling Luke to shut up and eat his food. It's funny how things have changed since the first day I got here. It's literally like I'm another member of this family, no one puts on a smile because they don't have to anymore. It's funny, they never smile.

I went the whole dinner eating and trying to enjoy my lasagna but it's hard when Jack and Alyssa aren't here. When Jack is here everyone is calm like a lion with it's tamer. And when Alyssa is here we can flirt under the table and roll our eyes together at the evil half twins. Lily no longer asks about school and the twins no longer care that I'm present. That doesn't really bother me as much but it's nice to be noticed. On occasion they include me in conversation but for the most part I've realized if you have nothing to say, or you aren't arguing, you're invisible. I can see why Alyssa really doesn't enjoy being here.

"I think I'm going to finish some homework," I stood up with my plate, walking it to the sink slowly. I thought maybe Lily would say something--especially since it's a Friday night. No one does homework on a Friday night, especially since homecoming is tomorrow. When I had no acknowledgement I headed upstairs.

Playing FIFA should keep me occupied from calling Alyssa. I don't want to be that guy to be all clingy. Unfortunately I have to realize I'm going to be leaving eventually. I'm hoping Alyssa can look at some colleges in England and maybe move over the summer. I know it's a stretch but she has to start her applications soon. I don't know what reaction I'll get from her but if it scares her off the rest of this year will be miserable.

Alyssa's Point of View

This is awkward, just so awkward. Marilyn decided today we're going to Liam's house to hang out with a few of her friends. Apparently their my friends too but it's still weird. I sat at the kitchen island as most of the guys already started to drink. The worst part is they're all couples except for Niall, Marilyn and I. Niall and Marilyn are hanging all over each other so I'm just by myself. I'm hungry and I feel under dressed. This 'Geek' shirt isn't cutting it. I'd call Harry but I don't want to be clingy. He's probably eating dinner anyway.

I crossed my arms and rested my chin on top, leaning against the table. There's a tub of red jungle juice staring me in the eye but I'm trying not to let it effect me. It's freakin' 5:15 in the afternoon. Everyone is downstairs "pre-gaming" for the party later tonight but I just think it's too early. Maybe I'll take a walk....with some jungle juice. I poured out a bottle of water and filled it with the drink, rather then a red solo cup and walked outside. In a water bottle it just looks like koolaide.

I passed a park where there were children playing and passed Amber's house. It gives me terrible memories just being near it. I sped up my pace and hoped no one would come out.

My water bottle seemed to slowly feel lighter along with my head. I'm a light weight, a complete and utter light weight. I looked at my phone, damn it's already seven. Now is probably a good time to call Harry.

"Harry?"

"Hey, you alright?"

"No, I'm drunk," my words slurred and it was probably a little too loud.

"What? Where are you?"

"I was at Liam's house but I left because I felt alone. Now I think I'm near the pool in his neighborhood, can you come get me?"

"Yes," he sighed, "I'll be there soon."

It's not dark yet but it's definitely getting here. If there are any cops out they'll definitely be able to tell there is something wrong with me so I sat up as straight as I could and waited. It seemed like an hour before Harry got to me. I stood, trying to walk to him but lost my balance and fell. Great, I'm going to have a bruise on my leg tomorrow.

"Alyssa!" I could hear Harry running to my side but relaxed when he heard me laugh,

"Ouch! That hurt!"

"Shhh!" he chuckled, "you're going to cause a scene. What are you drinking?"

"Well nothing anymore," I held up the bottle and all that's left is small droplets of red liquid. He laughed again and helped me up, putting me in the passenger's side.

"Harry," I said looking at him as he drove off, "I'm excited for tomorrow night. But...." I feel tears, no tears, god please, no tears,

"but what?"

"I don't want it to be awful, please make it okay?"

"I will baby, it'll be fine," shivers ran up and down my spine as he said "baby" and patted my leg. If he said this a week ago I probably would have smacked him, now it feels right.

Notes

Sorry for the short chapter but the next will definitely be entertaining. I'll give you a hint, the title is "Homecoming"

:)