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“No, they just fell asleep on the couch. I don’t think anything happened. I forgot one of my bags. They look cute. Justin, I will wake her up but I'm not kicking him out. He seems like a nice boy. Like I said I don’t think anything happened. Justin stop being ridiculous, I'll fix it.” Jessica was talking softly enough to think she wasn’t being heard but loud enough to be heard.
“Harry.” I grunted and started to pull out of his grip. We were spooning and it looked like something could have happened because somewhere throughout the night Harry lost his shirt and pants. I was still in my tight skimpy clothes but it didn’t help our cause.
“Wait.” He said.
“For what??” I tried to look at him but he was behind me and I couldn’t see him.
“I need to keep the blanket.” He informed me.
“Why??” I asked.
“You ask a lot of questions in the mornings and if you must know I have a bit of a stiff.” He smiled.
“Oh.” I said trying to leave the blanket on him as I scooted out.
“Izallouis Rae! You have explaining to do!” Jessica scared me and I ripped the blanket off of Harry as I jumped.
“Hey!” Harry stood up and a nice bulge was popping out his boxers.
“Izallouis!” Jessica yelled and covered her eyes. I looked at Harry’s pants, then to Jessica, and back at Harry’s face.
“Harry!” I said and threw him the blanket. He wrapped up his body and then Jessica removed her hand from her eyes.
“I thought you said no one was home??” Harry looked at me.
“Is there a reason you can't be here??” Jessica spat.
“Why are you back??” I was looking at Jessica.
“I forgot one of my bags. What did you two do??” Jessica set her hands on her growing hips.
“Nothing. We fell asleep on the couch whilst watching movies.” I shrugged.
“I'm sorry. I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to be here.” Harry apologized.
“You're fine. I guess I overreacted.” Jessica bent down and came back up carrying a bag in her hands. “Just be safe. Have fun. I'll be back as soon as I can. Justin should be getting home before me, so keep the house clean, and I would watch who you fall asleep with on the couch.” Jessica winked and walked out as if nothing happened. After a moment of silence Harry spoke up.
“What was that??”
“Pregnancy hormones or Justin’s call.” I glanced at him and we both smirked.
“Justin’s call.” We said simultaneously and laughed. “So breakfast??” I asked him.
“What time is it??” He laughed.
“Wow! We slept in late; it's almost two in the afternoon.” I said looking up to see Harry going pallid.
“I had somewhere I had to be!” He said and dropped the blanket. His problem was almost gone but still minimal. He went back out into the living room and threw on his clothes carelessly. I slowly walked to the cupboards and got out a pan for some eggs. He was yelling things, most of them cuss words. “What are you doing??” He asked me.
“Making breakfast, because I think we both know you are not leaving. You're late, might as well enjoy getting up and around. You can't be any later than you are now.” I smiled and cracked some in a bowl.
“I guess.” He either shrugged in annoyance or sighed in relief but his shoulders moved up then down.
“So I was thinking.” I started.
“I'm sorry. It was stupid for me to force you into a kiss. I really have thought about that all night and now realize you need time to get your fame in check.” Harry rambled on.
“Would you want to go on a date??” I asked him. I heard nothing so I turned to see him looking at me with an estranged face.
“What??” He asked me.
“I mean one real date to see if maybe later on we could try something??” I stuttered out.
“I can't. One of my close friends likes you and is trying to get to know you.” He looked down at his hands.
“Bieber??” I asked.
“No, someone else. He is going to be pissed I stayed here and that’s why I just can't let anyone know we kissed.” He was a completely different guy now.
“I get it. I'm not about to go and tell people.” It hurt me to think there was a secret meaning on why he didn’t want people to know but I'm one for letting everything go too easily.
“I should just get going.” He stood up.
“Actually I wanted to know something about last night.” I said without thinking.
“What's that??”
“Erm… why do you… like me?? You barely know me.” I asked my question hesitantly and then said my statement confident.
“Everything about you is interesting. I want to get to know you and keep you close to me. You are very nice and you dance so beautiful, it's almost hard to not be enticed by you. You are one person I know I can't have but I want anyway.” He sounded rehearsed.
“How many girls have you used that one on??” I winked and handed him a plate. He took a quick bite. I waited for my answer.
“None that could cook.” He chuckled and I faked laughed. He avoided the question, very clearly.
“Well as for today, since you are late do you want to shower here??” I asked being polite.
“No, I could just walk home.” He said after he took another bite.
“Well, whilst you eat I'll shower and then I could give you some company, if you like.” I suggested.
“That would be great.” He smiled. I took that as my notice and left. I only really washed my body because my hair was usually a tangled mess. I should just get something like dreads because I hardly do anything with it. I combed it through and threw it up into a bouncy high pony tail. I don’t use it often, only when I want to impress, but I put on some make up. I was able to find one of my cute outfits thrown in the back of my closet. It consisted of black combat boots and black skinny jeans. My top was a simple guy’s tee shirt. The print was plain navy blue. I grabbed my shoulder bag and threw it over my left side. I looked simple, casual, and cute. As I walked down stairs I saw Harry waiting for me with his last night clothes on. We walked out to the front and I pushed a button we had on the pillar. The limo driver pulled up and Harry got in first. He told the driver the technical address and we were off. “I'm just going to shower and then we can get in my car and go somewhere.” He said.
“Fine by me. I'm just glad I have another friend.” I smiled out the window. I really was getting a lot of new friends here and soon my best friend was going to be here. I might really learn to like L.A.
“What are you thinking about??” He asked me with a nudge.
“My life.” I replied in a daze. Everything was turning out nicely and I just wanted it to stay that way.
“Well I hope it's becoming what you wanted it too.” He smiled at me then continued to look outside the window.
“It is, very much.” I smiled on the inside and out. I finally felt happy. Everything was going in my favour.
“Izallouis we are here.” He nudged me to get out of the car. I got out but didn’t take a step forward until he led me inside. The house was a mess and he didn’t look like the one out of the five to take the effort to clean it up. “I know it's a mess; our maid and butler have yet to come by.” He winked at me.
“Are you serious?? You have a maid and butler??” I was in shock. Justin and Jessica don’t have anyone come and clean the house. If you make the mess you are expected to clean it. The house stays nice enough for us to do what we like without having to worry about cleaning much.
“No, I was joking. If we had a maid or a butler they would just live here.” He started up the stairs and I stayed standing by the door.
“I'll just wait here.” I waved awkwardly.
“You can clear off the couch and sit.” I smirked and then was out of sight. After a few doors shutting and opening again I heard the water start running. I walked to the couch and saw clothes and magazines sprawled out. I moved everything one by one until there was only a pair of clean or dirty boxers on one end. I sat as far as I could on the other end and waited. I could have sworn someone else was upstairs because as the water was running I heard more doors open and closing. I thought of a rational explanation as to why I heard Harry in two places at once and then continued to wait. Soon enough a fresh looking Harry came down the stairs. I stood up to meet his presence and he smiled. “So I see Louis’ bottoms freaked you out??” He said picking them up and tossing them in a basket.
“Yeah.” I huffed out.
“Well are you up for a drive??” He asked grabbing some keys.
“Sure.” I said. He grabbed my hand and I latched our fingers through each other’s. We walked outside and he locked the front door up. My driver had left already so it was a given we would be taking one of his cars.
“Bugatti, or Lamborghini??” He asked me.
“Anything with four wheels and an engine.”
“Bugatti it is.” He smirked.
“So where are we going??” I said as we walked around the garage to the black Bugatti.
“I was thinking some site seeing, maybe pick up some fast food and hit a private place to eat.” He didn’t look at me as he backed the car out. I took notice of his neck and jaw. I shuddered as I felt hot. He was flawless and I am too young for him. I'm fifteen soon to be sixteen and he is eighteen, or even nineteen.
“How old are you??” I asked aloud.
“I'm eighteen, why??” He looked at me then the stretch of road.
“Just wondering.” I huffed. So it's not terrible but I would prefer someone that’s not a legal adult.
“How old are you??” He said looking at me for a long time. I looked to see a red light, and avoid his gaze.
“I'm fifteen.” I mumbled. He was going to judge me for my age.
“Wow! And you dance like that??” He asked astonished.
“Yeah, I started dancing when I was little, very little.”
“Well, maybe sometime if you’d like you could, teach…”
“I would love too!” I said cheery.
“Really??” He asked not looking at me.
“Yes! If there is anything I love more than dancing its teaching people how to dance.” I informed him.
“Cool.” He killed the conversation and I didn’t bother to try and pick it up. We drove past the coffee shop I hit that business manager outside of. We past the studio Justin rehearses at. We even past the Burger King I hit Niall outside of.
“You're not going to like take me far away enough to rape me are you??” I asked with a joking tone.
“No.” He laughed hard. He took a minute to stop laughing his infectious giggle and then looked at me. “We are going to head out to the outskirts of L.A. in my opinion it's the prettiest part of L.A.” He drove with one hand on the wheel and the other was comfortable in his lap. I fiddled my fingers together itching to ask him more about him. He makes me nervous and giddy. I like this feeling because it's the first time I have had it. I never really focused on boys in school. When my friends were dating someone I always stayed single. Dancing was my relationship at that point; I was only twelve so it seemed stupid to think I could date anyone anyways. Now it seems like I should. Justin kissed me, which was my first kiss, and then said it was because he missed Selena. Harry kissed me, second kiss, and said he shouldn’t have because of his friend. Thinking of his friend, he likes me and I don’t know him. Weird.
“We are almost there. Want some Wendy’s??” He asked.
“Sure.” I said pulling out some money in my pocket.
“It's on me.” He said putting his hand on mine. My breathing hitched in my throat and my heart did a jump.
“Ok.” My voice wavered badly.
“What do you want??” He asked. I told him what I usually get and he ordered something for himself. We, he paid and then took off to the outskirts of L.A. I fed him some fries and we laughed when I missed miserably. The radio was playing songs softly and we hummed to them but never actually sang out loud.
“Are we going to make it there today??” I asked him.
“Yes, we just have to go up this hill.” He turned to a dirt road. I looked out the window to see up going up, up, and up. Finally he parked the car on even ground and got out. I mirrored him and looked to see a forest to our right, the dirt path we came up behind us, and in front of us was the whole city and some water border.
“Wow.” I said awestruck.
“It's something, isn’t it??” He chuckled.
“Yup.” I said short. Harry sat on the hood of the car and opened up the bag.
“Get up here.” He said taking my hand and pulling me up. We were probably enough weight combined to dent his car but he didn’t seem to care at all. “I love coming here and thinking, when we are in L.A. of course.” He bit his sandwich.
“I bet.” I sipped my pop.
“It's a place I come often when we are here.” He was trying to tell me something. I could tell he was begging his mouth to voice it.
“Harry, just say what you want to say.” I said looking at him.
“Izallouis I can't.” He really wanted to. Anytime someone uses the excuse ‘I can't’ don’t believe them.
“Well it's important because you are trying.” I egged him on.
“How do you know??” He smiled a small smile. It wasn’t fake but had a fake texture to it.
“Because you keep hinting at it. I don’t know if you are meaning to but you really want to say something.” I leaned backwards on the hood and had my knees up. The sky was a nice white with blue clouds. Yes, I know what I did there it really was inverted.
“It's not something I have permission to tell you.” He smirked. He was going to make me beg.
“I'm not begging you to tell me.” I wasn’t about to play that game.
“I wouldn’t even if you did.” He smirked and bit into his sandwich again.
“I hate you.” I smiled and hit his arm.
“We should get back.” He said.
“But it's not that late.” I whined.
“It's five o’clock.” Harry said sliding off the hood.
“I don’t want to leave.” I said standing up too.
“We can do this some other time, I need to get home and explain to the lads where I was. They are going to kill me.” He shrugged. I didn’t argue with that because he hasn’t been home with them since yesterday and I was the cause for that.
“Just text me sometime.” I said getting into the car. He shut the door and got into his side. He dropped me off at my house and then took off without much of a goodbye.

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