Alyssa's Point of View

I woke up much earlier than I intended on as it's only seven thirty. Last night was simply amazing; almost like it was too good to be true. Could it be a dream? I laughed to myself; that would be just my luck. My eyes glazed over, from happiness I suppose.

The water in the shower ran down my face as I looked up, opening my mouth. Flashes came back as I rubbed my temples. His hands delicately lifting my dress as if he was undressing a fragile antique doll. His concern but impeccable dark eyes scanned my eyes for doubt, for hesitation. I didn't need to think and that's when I could feel his tip graze against my opening. My hands clenched, excited but nervous at the same time. I was too scared to look; this may hurt.

My smile drifted away knowing this can't happen again; at least not for a while. What does this mean for us? Are we officially together? Even if we are it'll be behind closed doors. At school Harry's already forced to flirt a bit with the girls around him. Thankfully it doesn't bother me; I'm used to disappointment. It's easy for me to ignore the pain that can fill my body so easily.

I wrapped a towel around my head, scurrying back to my bedroom and locking the door. With my uncomfortable towel still tightly strung around my body I paced in front of my bed, picking at my lip. I don't regret one bit of that magical night. In fact, I wouldn't mind replaying it again. He's the only person I'd want to share it with but he's leaving. Saying goodbye is going to be ten times worse, twenty times worse. A knock on the door forced me out of my pessimistic thoughts.

It's 7:45, who's up? "Yes?" I cleared my throat, trying to get rid of the knot in my throat. I don't think I necessarily want to see Harry right now but he's the only one whoever knocks on my door.

"Alyssa? It's dad, can I come in?" Dad?

"Uh, yeah, let me throw on some clothes," I slipped on a big, black t-shirt and some boxer shorts, and unlocked my door with a towel still sitting on top of my head like an Indian woman carrying fruit in a basket to her tribe.

"Hi sweety, can we talk?" Oh god, does he know? He can't know. I nodded, sitting on my bed criss-crossed. He sat across from me on my desk chair that I'd like to paint. It's getting so worn out and dull. He didn't speak for a moment so I looked to him. It's always been hard to keep eye contact with my family; even Luke for most of the time.

His brows were centimeters apart, "is that Harry's shirt?" shit, shit, shit, fuck, shit.

I looked down clueless, "oh, I guess so," I chuckled, "I must have grabbed it from the wash by mistake. He smiled, thinking nothing of it. Why would he? I'm Alyssa White for god sake. No one would think of it that way, "I'll have to get it back to him."

"I was just wondering if you had fun last night. I know you hadn't been to homecoming since freshman year and you got in....trouble," he felt bad letting those words spill from his mouth. I tried to smile but I still hate my family for not believing me. I didn't hit those fucking girls.

"Yeah, I had a lot of fun. I pretty much stayed by the food table the whole time but the cookies were delicious."

We laughed together but my heart is still pounding. This can't be the reason he's here, there has to be a catch.

"Look sweety, I know I haven't been home much over the past few weeks and I can't take that time back unfortunately. You know I can't discuss my cases but I feel awful missing things like that. It was your homecoming and I should've been home to at least take pictures."

No tears Alyssa, no tears.

"It's okay daddy, I know you're busy," I hate it, but he is busy. I've always been the closest with him, meaning about as close as I used to get to the deer, but now I feel he's moving closer. I don't think I'll pet him but a hug will suffice, "but thank you, it means a lot for you to talk to me."

Damn, that came out wrong. He looked away as I beat myself up internally, "that's not how I meant it dad. I know you care."

"How about we go get some breakfast? Just you and me kiddo," he used his hands to pick himself up out of the old chair and smiled. I thought he has work but I'm not going to pass up this opportunity.

"Sure," a grin tugged at the corner of my lips, "just let me get ready. I'll be out in ten minutes," he patted my back and nodded. My day is starting of well.

Harry's Point of View

I shot the ball, missing again. Thankfully Niall's too busy talking about Marilyn and the rest of the girls he danced with last night to watch my terrible basketball skills. Last night was everything I imagine it to be and more but I don't know, does Alyssa feel different?

*flashback*

"Alyssa?" I knocked a few times, no answer, "hey can I come in?" It's ten, she should be up.

I slowly opened the door, knowing how angry she can get when I walk right in; even though she does it to me all the time. Her bed; empty, her closet, a little more full with clothes everywhere, but nonetheless, empty. I checked the bathroom and every inch of the house.

Whistles.

"Hello gorgeous," I rolled my eyes at Megan.

"Hi Megan, have you seen Alyssa?"

"Mhmm," she took a bite of her toast dragging out the conversation as she looked at my naked chest, "she left earlier I think."

"You think?"

"Yes Hazz, she left earlier."

I sighed with a little too much emotion seeing as Megan was eyeing me closely.

"You have a little crush on herpes, don't you?" she knows how to piss me off. I ignored her herpes joke that is getting way too old. Can't they think of anything better?

"She's my friend Megan," I headed for the stairs, tired of her attitude.

"I see how close you two are. You may think I'm stupid but I see it. Just the way you look at each other is sickening. I don't know how someone as sexy as you could like someone as monstrous as her," she snickered. I tried to walk away like Alyssa always does but I'm drained from it.

"Wow Megan, I think monstrous is the biggest word I've ever heard you use. You should keep it up, it helps your argument of stupidity." I stomped up the stairs and checked my phone, no Alyssa.

*end flashback*

"Yo, Harry!" the ball hit me in the chest, forcing me towards Niall, "you okay man? You're as pale as me. I laughed, rubbing my hands together to keep warm.

"Yeah, just thinking."

"Wait, did you and Alyssa.....no way," he bit his bottom lip still debating it.

"Niall, we're friends. That's all," he returned words quickly,

"you can still fuck her," I choked on my spit as I tried to shoot, yet failing miserably again.

"No, we're friends and that's all."

"Dude, come on, you can tell me. I swear I won't tell the boys. I know how you can get sent back and--"

"We're friends Horan and that's it."

He laughed this time, he definitely has caught on just like everyone else is beginning to.

"Whatever you say Styles," he mimicked, trying to sound like me.

We have to stop this for a while. Hanging out at home and being together for most of the time at school. Besides when I flirt with a few other girls, trying to make it seem like we're nothing. I need to talk to her about this, it's going to break my heart but it has to end.

Notes

I am so sorry for not double updating and taking forever to update. Classes are kicking my ass this semester! I'll try another update tonight since I've been awful about it.

Do you think Alyssa and Harry are going to cool it for a while?