Harry's Point of View

"Where are we going?" Alyssa asked only a few seconds after we puled out of the driveway. To be honest I'm not even sure. I just wanted to get out of the house.

"I don't know, where do you want to go?"

She sat quietly tracing the big red bus on her new bag. I think I did a pretty damn good job.

"Wanna get dinner? I'm pretty hungry," I'm so happy she's hungry. She never eats; not enough.

"Yes, I'm famished," she laughed at my not so funny joke and sat up in her seat on her knees, adjusting her seat belt. She leaned over closer to me and kissed my cheek before taking my hand. I'll drive with one hand if it means she'll have the other.

"Let's go to Olive Garden," we just ate there last week.

"What about Carrabba's? It's basically the same thing, right?" I haven't been there yet but I heard it's delicious.

"It's too expensive," I rolled my eyes.

"Carrabba's it is," I shifted my attention to her to see her smiling from ear to ear.

We sat inside with a twenty minute wait, this place must be really good. Alyssa sat on my lap since it was pretty crowded and swirled my curls around her fingers. I debated kissing her--just a peck on the nose but we're in public, someone may see us. I suppose someone would be suspicious if they saw her sitting on me but I'm not going to ask her to move.

My stomach began to growl more as the smell of pasta filled my nostrils. I could tell Alyssa was already tired by the way she was leaning against my chest just tracing the tips of my tattoos. I looked around the restaurant looking at the colorful paintings of chef's and food as well as making sure no one from school is here. We're just now becoming something more than friends openly to each other; no one can ruin that.

"Styles for two," one of the hostess' yelled. Alyssa hopped off of me and pulled me along. She must be pretty hungry too. We were sat at a table smack dab in the middle of the restaurant. I wish it was a little more private, I don't know if it's a good idea to be intimate with the whole building completely full.

I watched Alyssa as she browsed through the menu. She looked at it so intently, shrugging or lifting her eyebrows here and there. I love watching her think; it's like she's saying exactly what she's thinking just by her facial expressions.

"What are ya thinkin' babe?" I ran my foot up her leg until she looked to me and laughed.

"Why do they give us so many options? It just makes it so much harder," she first paused and then debated on two items, "I'm thinking about either the shrimp Alfredo or spaghetti."

"Go with the Alfredo, you always get spaghetti," I put my menu at the edge of the table and Alyssa laid her's on top.

"Well what are you getting?"

"Spaghetti," she laughed and took the foot I'd been poking her with. She put it on her lap and ran her fingers underneath the bottom of my jeans, massage my ankles. I don't know why but it kinda turned me on.

"You aren't going to try anything new?"

"Welcome to Carrabba's, I'm Kim. Can I start ya with-" she stopped mid sentence as she looked up from her notepad and noticed Alyssa. She pushed my leg away quickly and put both of her hands on the table.

"Hey Kim," Kim smiled and put her hands on her hips. I watched Alyssa roll her eyes. This isn't good.

"So how's the date going?"

"It's not a date," Alyssa said quickly. Shit, she must go to school with us, "Harry's never been here before."

"Yeah," I smiled, trying to throw a bit of flirtation in the mix. I could feel Alyssa staring and I couldn't help but stop. We said we wouldn't screw with each others heads anymore.

"Can we just get a coke and a dr. pepper?" I said like I would to any other server. Kim rolled her eyes as my attitude changed and walked away.

Alyssa rested her elbow on the table and leaned her head into it roughly, "we can't catch a break."

"Hey, baby, it'll be okay." I changed the subject, trying to lighten the mood, "I was thinking that maybe you could come home with me for Christmas." She perked up, not in the way I'd like.

"You're going home for Christmas?"

"Uh, yeah. I thought you knew that," great, a new fight.

"Oh," was all she managed to let out.

"You can come with me though," I smiled and found her lap with my boot again.

"I can't though; don't you think it'd be weird for me to ask my parents?"

"Tell them you're looking at schools! You already sent in three application to uni's there."

Alyssa grinned unconvincingly. Today's been so great and I'm in the process of ruining it. Kim brought our drinks and took our order. She saw where my foot was resting but she just giggled. I still haven't really asked who she is.

"I don't want to changed the topic and we need to talk about Christmas, but who is Kim?"

"She's the twin's best friend."

I can't decide if that's worse since the twin's are going to know, or if it would be worse if Amber knew.

"Let's just forget about everything tonight? We'll worry about it all later; this is our weekend."

A smile finally crossed her face, "alright sounds good."

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Alyssa's Point of View

I set each ingredient on the counter; eggs, milk, vanilla icing, purple food coloring, flour, sugar, and many others. Harry and I already watched two movies and now, at 11:47 pm, we've decided we should bake a cake. Of course I insisted on teaching him how to cook my famous Alyssa Cake when in reality there's no such thing.

"First we need my phone," he looked at me confused, "okay I don't really know how to make a cake from scratch."

Harry laughed and grabbed my mom and dads aprons. He put one over my head and the other on his, "first," he emphasized, "we need bowls."

While Harry taught me how to make his grandma's famous angel cake I really didn't learn much. I did learn that when he's measuring milk he squints one eye and chews on his bottom lip and when he cracks eggs he tries to get each ounce of the gooey substance out of the shell. I also learned that he is a stickler for not eating any of the cake mix before it goes in the oven.

"Harry, I swear if you don't give me that bowl I'll take it from you!" my favorite part of making the mix is eating at least two spoons full of batter.

"Nope, this is all going into the oven," he smiled as he continued to pour while holding me away with his free arm.

"Harold Styles! Please!" I begged and stomped my foot, "I really want some!"

"No Alyssa. There won't be enough cake if you eat the batter," he spoke teasingly, "and you should really watch what you say, it's coming off very sexually. You're kinda turning me on." I giggled before changing my demeanor.

"Fine, I'll just sleep in my own bed tonight. Then we'll see who's begging."

I crossed my arms and he stopped pouring while he looked up at me to see if I was being serious. I raised an eyebrow and stayed strong. Of course I'm going to sleep with him; he doesn't need to know that now. He held his stare for a few more seconds and then opened his mouth,

"no."

My jaw dropped and I laughed, jumping on his back. He ran around the kitchen holding both the bowl and spoon away from me. I reached over his shoulder causing us to both fall over. The batter that hadn't been poured into the pan was now covering the kitchen floor. We both moaned a long 'no' for different reasons. I laid on my back and held my belly as I tried to stop laughing. Harry just shook his head and shaped his emerald eyes as crescents. I laughed again before he hovered over me, giving me no choice but to kiss him. He took our aprons off and continued to push our lips together.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and he lifted us both up, carrying me to the table. He laid me back on the hard wood and climbed on top.

"Harry, this is the kitchen table," he gasped.

"You're right!" I pulled him back to my face and kissed him while I giggled.

"Just think," he said against my lips, "when your family gets back," he gave me a few more kisses and I flinched, feeling his length against my thigh, "and we eat dinner," I know exactly where this conversation is going, "you can think about what I did to you." I feel confident and my words proved it.

"Oh yeah? And what are you going to do to me?"

Harry chuckled and kissed me down my neck. He took his wallet from his jeans and opened it, throwing a condom next to my head, "Harry! We can't have sex on the table!" I whispered as if my family were here.

"Why not?" he began inching my shirt up until he got to my breasts. I arched my back so he could unlatch my bra and my shirt and bra were very quickly next to the cake batter.

"Because we eat here!" He kissed me down through my breasts until he reached my bellybutton. He worked on my new jeans slowly, teasing me further. I wouldn't let him tease me yesterday so tonight is going to be a long night.

Notes

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