The Journal
{T W O}
{January 2nd, 2010}
Days passed since Alexa kissed Harry in the kitchen, since he walked in on her naked, since she caught him pleasuring himself in his bedroom. Days passed and nothing else happened between them. She was acting completely normal, as if nothing happened to begin with. A part of him was okay with it, but the rest of him was screaming for her to do something, anything. He knew he should be a man and make the next move. And maybe that’s what she wanted, but he just couldn’t. He put up a good front by being loud and turning everything into a joke. But no matter what, he was still an unwavering shy lad deep down. Hitting on a pretty girl was one thing, but making a move on a girl like Alexa was just out of the question.
Harry let their little incidents slip his mind the best he could. Living in a cramped house with her was hard enough as it was. He didn’t need the added stress.
“Harry! I need you to gather up all your dirty laundry and bring them down to the laundry room!” His mum called from the hallway.
“Alright,” he bellowed back.
“It’s your turn to fold the clothes as well,” she told him as she appeared in his doorway.
“Uh, okay,” he sighed, feeling the annoyance of having to do the mundane task of folding everyone’s laundry.
Harry pulled himself up from his desk chair and started picking up his dirty clothes from the heap that sat in the corner of his bedroom. If he would just make the extra effort to actually get his clothes in the laundry basket, he wouldn’t have to get down on his hands and knees to gather it up on laundry day. It was a lesson he was constantly learning the hard way.
Grabbing the filled basket in his arms, he made his way into the hallway. Almost immediately the bathroom door opened, revealing Alexa wrapped in a towel, her hair damp from having just taken a shower. Memories flooded his brain as he stared at her. A mischievous smirk turned up her lips as she stared right back at him.
“Were you coming to get your free preview?” She taunted playfully.
“What?” He choked out, looking at her wide-eyed.
She giggled, flipping her hair over her shoulder, revealing the glistening skin of her collarbone. Harry’s eyes focused on the taut flesh stretched over the bone, before they worked up her slender neck.
“You’re adorable, Harry,” she chuckled, squeezing his arm as she walked passed him to go to her room.
The scent of lavender wafted along with her and Harry had to close his eyes and steady himself before he continued on. She was getting to him and he didn’t know if he should relish in it or be incredibly annoyed by it. By the time he made it down to the laundry room and saw the massive piles of laundry he had to fold, the latter was winning out. Most of it was her clothes. Gemma was back at Uni, so he knew it wasn’t hers. When the hell did Alexa even have time to wear all of it?
Harry threw his clothes in the washing machine and started it before he began the task of folding. He folded all he could of both of his little brother’s clothes before all that was left was Alexa’s. He groaned as he picked up the first shirt and a pair of thong underwear fell into his lap. Really? Was his mum really okay with this? She was okay with him, her fifteen year old son, folding this girls panties? And bras. Harry was annoyed, but then again, he was still a teenage boy and Alexa had the kind of bras he hoped his future girlfriend would wear. His mind was so conflicted.
Harry heard snickering from behind him and he immediately snapped his head in the direction. Alexa was standing in the doorway of the laundry room, looking at him with that damn smug smirk on her face.
“My mum—uh, I’m… It’s my turn to fold the… the laundry,” Harry stammered, feeling his cheeks burn. Realizing he was holding one of her bras in his hand, he threw it back into the basket.
“Relax, Harry. I came down here to help,” she chuckled, walking toward him before she sat down next to him on the rug.
She was only wearing shorts and a tank top – quite the cleavage baring tank top, he noticed. It took all he had to keep his eyes focused on the laundry. They folded the clothes in silence and he left all the rest of her intimates for her to fold, having been embarrassed enough already. Harry finished before her and watched as she folded up the last bit of it.
“Eyes up here, Harry,” she said, snapping her fingers in front of his face.
“Huh… what?” He stammered, breaking out of his daze to look up into her eyes.
“Do I have to change my clothes?” She laughed, putting the folded clothes back in the basket.
“What?” He asked, confused.
“You were just like, gawking at my breasts,” she pointed out, bluntly.
“What? No, I wasn’t,” he scoffed.
“You were. You still are,” she laughed.
She had him there. He was that time. He snapped his eyes back up to hers, feeling the annoyance build up inside him again. Why was she constantly pointing out all the embarrassing shit he did? It drove him mad.
“Maybe if you weren’t such a tease, people wouldn’t look at you,” he shot at her. He was surprised with himself for saying something so straight-forward.
“A tease?” She chuckled, looking taken aback by his words.
“Yeah,” he said with a little less confidence.
“How am I a tease?” She asked, heightening her eyebrows and pursing her lips together.
Harry let out a dark laughed, but really couldn’t find the words to explain it. Just everything about her. He didn’t even know.
“How am I a tease, Harry?” She asked again, really looking for an answer.
“You just are,” he said as he stood up, wanting to flee the room and leave the whole conversation in his dust.
But she stood up too, making it almost impossible to find an escape route. She took a few steps toward him as he took a step back, being backed up against the washing machine.
“Was it because I kissed you, Harry?” She questioned, taking another step toward him.
“Well, yeah… that and… and just a lot of stuff,” he stammered, feeling incredibly nervous that she was so close.
“Because I didn’t lock the door when I took a shower that day?” She asked evenly, her eyes slightly narrowing. There was unwavering confidence in everything she did. She knew she had him right where she wanted him. He was nearly quivering under her stare.
“Well…” He started to say.
“Because you didn’t have your door locked when you were pleasuring yourself to the thought of me, Harry,” she pointed out bluntly.
“Stop doing that!” Harry growled, feeling the annoyance again.
“Doing what?” She asked, slightly pulling back.
“Stop pointing out every embarrassing thing I do. It’s not flattering, okay. Just stop,” Harry said, gesturing wildly with his hands.
She let a few giggles escape from her lips as he watched her shoulders fall, letting her body relax.
“Why is it such a big deal to you? I mean, who cares. Everybody masturbates, Harry,” she said, smirking at him. He was choking on air at the thought of her touching herself. Oh, God. He probably looked like a fool in that moment.
“See, you’re so damn adorable, Harry,” she said, smiling wildly at him.
“Shut it,” he grumbled, rolling his eyes as his own tension left his body.
“You need to just learn how to open yourself up. To hell with what everyone else thinks,” she said as his eyes met hers once again.
“How do you have so much confidence?” He asked her sincerely.
“Life’s too short to let things hold you back,” she breathed, sounding wise beyond her years.
Harry’s heart squeezed painfully in his chest thinking about how she lost both of her parents by the time she was sixteen. She never even really knew her father. And her mother was the only real family she had. They were just gone and all she had left was Harry and his family.
“Don’t,” she said, shaking her head at him.
“What?” He asked, knitting his eyebrows together.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she said as her eyes met his again.
“Like what?” He asked.
“Like you pity me. I don’t want your pity,” she told him.
“I-I… I’m sorry,” he said, letting his gaze fall.
“Yeah, I lost everything. So now I live how I want to live, Harry,” she said, spewing that confidence again. And he wondered if maybe she used it as a way of self-preservation.
His eyes came back to meet hers and found them staring back at him contently.
“If I kiss you right now, are you going to kiss me back?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow.
Harry couldn’t speak. He just nodded his head and watched as she stepped forward, pressing her body against his. Her hands came up to grasp his face before her lips met his softly. She deepened the kiss and Harry could feel her tongue on his lips, so he opened his mouth to hers and their tongues mashed together in a perfect rhythm. Soon he felt her fingers tangle in the hair on the back of his head as he placed his hands on her hips. He really couldn’t believe it was happening. Alexa was just so out of his league.
“Harry, do you have the laundry folded?” He heard his mother’s voice from the top of the stairs.
Harry’s hands pushed Alexa away as the two of them tried their best to act natural when his mum walked down the stairs toward them.
“Oh, yeah. I helped him out, Anne. We’ve got it under control,” Alexa giggled playfully.
“Aww. Thank you so much, Lexie. You’re such a doll,” his mum cooed, looking at her Goddaughter like she was the second coming of Christ or something. Harry was thankful that Alexa was the one to speak up, because he didn’t know if he could have found his voice so soon after their kiss.
“Harry, did you thank Alexa?” His mum asked, focusing on her son.
“Uh, yeah. Uh, thanks,” Harry said, flicking his eyes up to Alexa’s. She was smirking at him and he couldn’t help but smirk back.
“Oh, you’re welcome, Harry. It was my pleasure,” she said, over-exaggerating the word.
“I am so glad you two are actually getting along,” Anne smiled at the two of them.
“Of course we’re getting along. Harry and I are best mates,” Alexa said, wrapping her arm around Harry’s neck, nearly strangling him. He could feel the hot blush on his cheeks, hoping to god that Alexa wasn’t being too obvious. They’d never gotten along like that before, not since they were children, and they certainly were never best mates.
“Good,” Anne smiled, grabbing the basket of Gavin’s clothes before she disappeared up the stairs.
“Oh my god,” Harry breathed, shrugging Alexa’s arm off his shoulder. All she could do was giggle over the situation.
“This is ridiculous,” Harry said, grabbing up a basket of clothes and moving toward the stairs.
“Where are you going?” She asked.
“Away,” he grumbled as he took the stairs back up.
“Ah, you’re no fun,” she laughed.
02 January, 2010
A—
Today I learned something about you. You don’t back down from a challenge. Not that I explicitly fed you one, but somehow, you read it in my eyes, in my expression.
You leave me feeling emotionally wrecked and I don’t know how to rectify the situation.
—H
Days passed since Alexa kissed Harry in the kitchen, since he walked in on her naked, since she caught him pleasuring himself in his bedroom. Days passed and nothing else happened between them. She was acting completely normal, as if nothing happened to begin with. A part of him was okay with it, but the rest of him was screaming for her to do something, anything. He knew he should be a man and make the next move. And maybe that’s what she wanted, but he just couldn’t. He put up a good front by being loud and turning everything into a joke. But no matter what, he was still an unwavering shy lad deep down. Hitting on a pretty girl was one thing, but making a move on a girl like Alexa was just out of the question.
Harry let their little incidents slip his mind the best he could. Living in a cramped house with her was hard enough as it was. He didn’t need the added stress.
“Harry! I need you to gather up all your dirty laundry and bring them down to the laundry room!” His mum called from the hallway.
“Alright,” he bellowed back.
“It’s your turn to fold the clothes as well,” she told him as she appeared in his doorway.
“Uh, okay,” he sighed, feeling the annoyance of having to do the mundane task of folding everyone’s laundry.
Harry pulled himself up from his desk chair and started picking up his dirty clothes from the heap that sat in the corner of his bedroom. If he would just make the extra effort to actually get his clothes in the laundry basket, he wouldn’t have to get down on his hands and knees to gather it up on laundry day. It was a lesson he was constantly learning the hard way.
Grabbing the filled basket in his arms, he made his way into the hallway. Almost immediately the bathroom door opened, revealing Alexa wrapped in a towel, her hair damp from having just taken a shower. Memories flooded his brain as he stared at her. A mischievous smirk turned up her lips as she stared right back at him.
“Were you coming to get your free preview?” She taunted playfully.
“What?” He choked out, looking at her wide-eyed.
She giggled, flipping her hair over her shoulder, revealing the glistening skin of her collarbone. Harry’s eyes focused on the taut flesh stretched over the bone, before they worked up her slender neck.
“You’re adorable, Harry,” she chuckled, squeezing his arm as she walked passed him to go to her room.
The scent of lavender wafted along with her and Harry had to close his eyes and steady himself before he continued on. She was getting to him and he didn’t know if he should relish in it or be incredibly annoyed by it. By the time he made it down to the laundry room and saw the massive piles of laundry he had to fold, the latter was winning out. Most of it was her clothes. Gemma was back at Uni, so he knew it wasn’t hers. When the hell did Alexa even have time to wear all of it?
Harry threw his clothes in the washing machine and started it before he began the task of folding. He folded all he could of both of his little brother’s clothes before all that was left was Alexa’s. He groaned as he picked up the first shirt and a pair of thong underwear fell into his lap. Really? Was his mum really okay with this? She was okay with him, her fifteen year old son, folding this girls panties? And bras. Harry was annoyed, but then again, he was still a teenage boy and Alexa had the kind of bras he hoped his future girlfriend would wear. His mind was so conflicted.
Harry heard snickering from behind him and he immediately snapped his head in the direction. Alexa was standing in the doorway of the laundry room, looking at him with that damn smug smirk on her face.
“My mum—uh, I’m… It’s my turn to fold the… the laundry,” Harry stammered, feeling his cheeks burn. Realizing he was holding one of her bras in his hand, he threw it back into the basket.
“Relax, Harry. I came down here to help,” she chuckled, walking toward him before she sat down next to him on the rug.
She was only wearing shorts and a tank top – quite the cleavage baring tank top, he noticed. It took all he had to keep his eyes focused on the laundry. They folded the clothes in silence and he left all the rest of her intimates for her to fold, having been embarrassed enough already. Harry finished before her and watched as she folded up the last bit of it.
“Eyes up here, Harry,” she said, snapping her fingers in front of his face.
“Huh… what?” He stammered, breaking out of his daze to look up into her eyes.
“Do I have to change my clothes?” She laughed, putting the folded clothes back in the basket.
“What?” He asked, confused.
“You were just like, gawking at my breasts,” she pointed out, bluntly.
“What? No, I wasn’t,” he scoffed.
“You were. You still are,” she laughed.
She had him there. He was that time. He snapped his eyes back up to hers, feeling the annoyance build up inside him again. Why was she constantly pointing out all the embarrassing shit he did? It drove him mad.
“Maybe if you weren’t such a tease, people wouldn’t look at you,” he shot at her. He was surprised with himself for saying something so straight-forward.
“A tease?” She chuckled, looking taken aback by his words.
“Yeah,” he said with a little less confidence.
“How am I a tease?” She asked, heightening her eyebrows and pursing her lips together.
Harry let out a dark laughed, but really couldn’t find the words to explain it. Just everything about her. He didn’t even know.
“How am I a tease, Harry?” She asked again, really looking for an answer.
“You just are,” he said as he stood up, wanting to flee the room and leave the whole conversation in his dust.
But she stood up too, making it almost impossible to find an escape route. She took a few steps toward him as he took a step back, being backed up against the washing machine.
“Was it because I kissed you, Harry?” She questioned, taking another step toward him.
“Well, yeah… that and… and just a lot of stuff,” he stammered, feeling incredibly nervous that she was so close.
“Because I didn’t lock the door when I took a shower that day?” She asked evenly, her eyes slightly narrowing. There was unwavering confidence in everything she did. She knew she had him right where she wanted him. He was nearly quivering under her stare.
“Well…” He started to say.
“Because you didn’t have your door locked when you were pleasuring yourself to the thought of me, Harry,” she pointed out bluntly.
“Stop doing that!” Harry growled, feeling the annoyance again.
“Doing what?” She asked, slightly pulling back.
“Stop pointing out every embarrassing thing I do. It’s not flattering, okay. Just stop,” Harry said, gesturing wildly with his hands.
She let a few giggles escape from her lips as he watched her shoulders fall, letting her body relax.
“Why is it such a big deal to you? I mean, who cares. Everybody masturbates, Harry,” she said, smirking at him. He was choking on air at the thought of her touching herself. Oh, God. He probably looked like a fool in that moment.
“See, you’re so damn adorable, Harry,” she said, smiling wildly at him.
“Shut it,” he grumbled, rolling his eyes as his own tension left his body.
“You need to just learn how to open yourself up. To hell with what everyone else thinks,” she said as his eyes met hers once again.
“How do you have so much confidence?” He asked her sincerely.
“Life’s too short to let things hold you back,” she breathed, sounding wise beyond her years.
Harry’s heart squeezed painfully in his chest thinking about how she lost both of her parents by the time she was sixteen. She never even really knew her father. And her mother was the only real family she had. They were just gone and all she had left was Harry and his family.
“Don’t,” she said, shaking her head at him.
“What?” He asked, knitting his eyebrows together.
“Don’t look at me like that,” she said as her eyes met his again.
“Like what?” He asked.
“Like you pity me. I don’t want your pity,” she told him.
“I-I… I’m sorry,” he said, letting his gaze fall.
“Yeah, I lost everything. So now I live how I want to live, Harry,” she said, spewing that confidence again. And he wondered if maybe she used it as a way of self-preservation.
His eyes came back to meet hers and found them staring back at him contently.
“If I kiss you right now, are you going to kiss me back?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow.
Harry couldn’t speak. He just nodded his head and watched as she stepped forward, pressing her body against his. Her hands came up to grasp his face before her lips met his softly. She deepened the kiss and Harry could feel her tongue on his lips, so he opened his mouth to hers and their tongues mashed together in a perfect rhythm. Soon he felt her fingers tangle in the hair on the back of his head as he placed his hands on her hips. He really couldn’t believe it was happening. Alexa was just so out of his league.
“Harry, do you have the laundry folded?” He heard his mother’s voice from the top of the stairs.
Harry’s hands pushed Alexa away as the two of them tried their best to act natural when his mum walked down the stairs toward them.
“Oh, yeah. I helped him out, Anne. We’ve got it under control,” Alexa giggled playfully.
“Aww. Thank you so much, Lexie. You’re such a doll,” his mum cooed, looking at her Goddaughter like she was the second coming of Christ or something. Harry was thankful that Alexa was the one to speak up, because he didn’t know if he could have found his voice so soon after their kiss.
“Harry, did you thank Alexa?” His mum asked, focusing on her son.
“Uh, yeah. Uh, thanks,” Harry said, flicking his eyes up to Alexa’s. She was smirking at him and he couldn’t help but smirk back.
“Oh, you’re welcome, Harry. It was my pleasure,” she said, over-exaggerating the word.
“I am so glad you two are actually getting along,” Anne smiled at the two of them.
“Of course we’re getting along. Harry and I are best mates,” Alexa said, wrapping her arm around Harry’s neck, nearly strangling him. He could feel the hot blush on his cheeks, hoping to god that Alexa wasn’t being too obvious. They’d never gotten along like that before, not since they were children, and they certainly were never best mates.
“Good,” Anne smiled, grabbing the basket of Gavin’s clothes before she disappeared up the stairs.
“Oh my god,” Harry breathed, shrugging Alexa’s arm off his shoulder. All she could do was giggle over the situation.
“This is ridiculous,” Harry said, grabbing up a basket of clothes and moving toward the stairs.
“Where are you going?” She asked.
“Away,” he grumbled as he took the stairs back up.
“Ah, you’re no fun,” she laughed.
02 January, 2010
A—
Today I learned something about you. You don’t back down from a challenge. Not that I explicitly fed you one, but somehow, you read it in my eyes, in my expression.
You leave me feeling emotionally wrecked and I don’t know how to rectify the situation.
—H
I need an update STAT! Soooo good
8/30/18