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Alyssa’s P.O.V

            As his jaw dropped so did the red cup in his hand. It hit the floor and the music stopped.

First of all, I would like to thank you all for being so patient with my laziness  combined with my very full schedule. For those of you that still follow me, thank you and for my new followers, I hope you enjoy this story.

Here is the beginning for any new readers: It'll Be Our Little Secret

Harry’s P.O.V

            I leant against the counter, observing Alex and Xavier from the corner of my eyes. They contently shoveled the chopped melon and strawberries into their mouths followed by swig after swig of a tall glass of milk. If I hadn’t known any better, they were a perfectly happy family, but I did know.

            “Harrrrrrrryyyyyy?”

            “Yeah, buddy?”

            “More milk?” I couldn’t help but allow my lips to twitch upwards into a smile with the young boy’s simple-minded requests. I don’t know where Alyssa’s nasty side came from but apparently these two did not inherit it. My eyes lifted to see the slim frame of Alyssa’s mom walk lightly through the doorframe before perching delicately on the stool next to Alex, her hand rubbing the short tufts of brown hair on his head.

            “Would you like any breakfast, Mrs. Davis?”

            “No thank you, hun.” She waved off my question and continued to make plans for Alex and Xavier for the day. Meanwhile, I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander over to Alyssa. Her long brown lair, obviously inherited from her beautiful mother, cascaded over the back of the leather couch and swung from side to side as she shifted in her seat. Without another word to the cluster of people in the kitchen, I traipsed back into the warm living room and placed myself gently down next to Alyssa. She shuddered slightly in shock at the new presence next to her.

            “Shh, Lys. Don’t move.” She sat stone still as my hand ran down her hair repeatedly in a motion that to anyone else would seem comforting.

            “What do you want, Harry?” She whispered almost silently through baited breath.

            “We’re going out tonight.” Her eyes shuddered closed before she inhaled deeply and spoke.

            “No we are not.” That’s when the soothing touch of my hand down her hair turned into what she was dreading. My large hand grasped her waves halfway down and pulled loosely.

            “Yes. We. Are.” Alyssa cringed and nodded her head in agreement. “I’ll let your mother know.”

  Alyssa’s P.O.V

            I raised my hand to my head, rubbing my scalp. Asshole. This was turning into some game and he was the dealer. Listening intently I could just barely over hear their conversation in the kitchen.

            “I’ll have her back by midnight, Mrs. Davis. I promise.”

            “You’re such a nice boy, Harry. What took her so long to find a decent one?” I gagged at her last question. If she thought he was decent, my dad must be a fucking saint.

*          *          *

            He stood leant against the doorframe to my bathroom as I applied the last lick of eyeliner to my upper lid. A tight navy blazer graced his broad shoulders, covering a loose white V-neck tee, followed by black skinnies and scuffed white converse. If I didn’t hate his guts, I might actually flirt with him.

            “Are you quite done, princess?”

            “Just about, prince charming,” I had taken as long as possible to drag out getting ready, but there was no holding out any longer.

  Harry’s P.O.V

            The cold doorframe pressed into my shoulder as I impatiently tapped my fingers on my thigh waiting for her to finish her routine. The brush glided once more over eyelid before being placed gently back into its container.

            “Done,” she stated adamantly.

            “Took you long enough.” Turning away from her, I stood at the top of the stairs. Her long tanned legs appeared even longer in the black heels she donned. My eyes traveled up her frame and the color of her legs was abruptly interrupted by a skintight black mini skirt. Her mid section was covered loosely by a silver sequined tank top. Every part of her was highlighted exactly the way she wanted, illuminating her positives and hiding her flaws.

            “Quite ready now?”

            “Shut up.” Alyssa strode past me and down the stairs without waiting up. “Bye Mom.” The door was quickly shut behind her.

            “Good night, Mrs. Davis.”

            “See you later, Harry.” Her light frame was covered in shadows as she sat in the car, obviously annoyed at the plans made against her will.

            “Come on, Lys. It’ll be fun.” My words were met with a huff of breath and silence.

            “Just drive,” she finally spoke as we pulled out of the driveway.

*          *          *

            “Where are we?”

            “She speaks.”

            “Shut up, Harry. Seriously, I thought we were going to a party.” I smirked in her direction and parked the car on the side of the road.

            “Out, princess.” She followed me gracefully clicking in her heels as we approached the club. Loud music shook the pavement outside the dark building, the sidewalk only illuminated on occasion by the club’s lights as people entered and exited. “Ready to have some fun?” Still no reply.

            The bass pounded as we entered the club, light effects cascading down every wall, but the room still dark enough to keep the identity of whomever one decided to grind on that night. Dragging her over to the bar, I ordered two shots, passing off as plenty old enough to get some alcohol.

            “Drink up, the princess is partying tonight.” On three she downed her glass, slamming it on the bar top and walking away.

            “Not so fast.” I swiftly grabbed hold of her arm before she could get lost in the huddles of sweaty teenagers.

  Alyssa’s P.O.V

            I was so close to escaping and letting loose for the night. If I had gotten through he would have never been able to find me in the smoke screened room, but he saw my escape and his large hand had latched around my arm before I had made it ten feet.

            “One more?” I stomped back over and downed my second shot of the night, the liquid burning my throat as it traveled down and already heading to my senses. The strong alcohol mixed with the deafening music and bright lights were enough to knock anyone out of their right mind. “You need to let go, Alyssa.” Maybe he was right, maybe I did need to let go, if only this once.

            “Four more,” I called to the bartender, flashing him the top of my chest to speed up the process as multiple people called out for his service. Four more shot glasses were placed in front of Harry and I. I called the counts this time and we both rapidly let the burn fuel our night. Not going to lie, as the fourth shot ran down into my stomach, I could feel it in my legs as I stumbled slightly in my pumps. “I’m going to dance,” I shouted in Harry’s ear. He waved me off and I wandered into the middle of the dance floor, swaying my hips against any willing male.

  Harry’s P.O.V

            I watched her tipsy gait as she ground her hips on every and any guy within her area. Slut.

            “Harry, mate!” Glancing over, my cousin George drunkenly called my name from across the bar. Afraid I would lose sight of my prey; I waved him over to me, the full glass in my hand calling his name.

            “Hey, George.” His hand clapped over my back and suddenly an idea flushed through my mind. “I have a request.”

            “Anything, buddy.”

            “Okay, first, don’t call me that. Second, see that hot brunette in the silver top there?” His eyes followed my finger to Alyssa’s figure trapped in between to unidentified men.

            “Yeah, mate?”

            “I want you to turn her down, but make a big deal out of it.”

            “But she’s hot man.”

            “She’s also only 17 and you’re 21 and out of her league. Stay here.”  Walking over to her tipsy body, I dragged her away from the evidently horny men at her sides.

            “What do you want?”

            “I have someone you might be interested in.” As she followed me, her legs drunkenly crossed as she stumbled over herself. That’s when she laid her eyes on George and she immediately stood up straight. His head was graced with dirty blonde hair and blue eyes that seemed to search your soul.

            “Hello.” He played his role well, paying her enough mind to keep her interested, but ignoring her enough to make her try harder.

            “Want to dance?”

            “With you?” Alyssa was slightly taken aback by his near rejection.

            “Yes, me.” Bending over at the waist, she put her chest on show for him and I could tell it was getting harder for him to resist. “Come on, you.” Her hand grabbed his. Now was his chance, so I nudged him forcefully.

            “No.”

            “Excuse me?”

            “Not with you, slut.” Nice touch. Her mouth dropped agape in shock.

            “No? Nobody turns me down.”

            “Well looks like I just did.” At least twenty people around the bar had watched the scene unfold in front of them, a few of them definitely from our school. George stood from his stool and traipsed away as steady as his drunken body could and that was when I knew I had broken her.

            “Harry can we go?”