Sex, Lies, and Secrets.

Liam is entering his junior year of high school, and all he wants to do is make his parents proud of him for once. Him and his best mate Harry have gotten into a lot of trouble in the past. Louis and his younger sister Alessia are dubbed "The Tomlinsons.", loved by everybody, with the exception of Harry who doesn't seem to like anyone except for himself and the rugby team. Zayn is a very reserved kid who only wants to express himself through art, while his twin sister Reign is willing to do anything to be the most popular girl in school. All irish boy Niall Horan wants to do is play his guitar and sing happy songs, his little brother Brandon is entering high school for his first year with a secret that he want's nobody to know. Welcome to 'Sex, Lies, and Secrets.'
-Reader discretion advised, for MATURE readers.


4. Party.

Harry's POV:

I stood in my mirror and fixed my curls to the perfect spot for what seems like the hundredth time within the last 10 minutes. Lessie said to get her at 8:00. It was 7:30. I would leave my place 15 minutes till'. I was nervous, strange enough. I'm not sure why. I had a tiny crush on Lessie, but I think it's more lust then anything else. She's just a hot, fit girl. And I want her.

I walked out of my room and made my way downstairs. Thankfully my dad wasn't there, just my mom. I walked in the kitchen and saw her sitting at the table reading a book. I went to the freezer and pulled out the ice tray. I grabbed a small rag from one of the many drawers and put a few ice cubes in there until the bottom of the rag was cold. I pulled out a chair next to my mum and pulled the book from her hands, sitting it face down on the dining table. When I put the rag on the bruise on her right cheek, she winced in pain.

"Sorry." I said solemnly.

"I know, it's fine..." She said. I sighed looking down.

"We can't let him keep doing this... look at you. He's beating you senseless mum." I said quietly. She put her hand over mine while I continued to apply pressure with the rag.

"I know baby, things will change soon. I-I promise."

"Don't make promises you can't keep mum." I looked up and saw a tear run down her cheek.

"I'll try and not break this one honey." She said quickly wiping the tear. She took the rag from my hand and applied the pressure herself. "Now, go on. Don't you have a date to pick up for this party tonight?" She said smiling lightly. Trying to cheer me up.

"Yeah, I guess I should be going." I said standing up in my chair. My mum stood up as well and wrapped her tiny arms around me.

"I love you Harry, more than anything... thank you. So much baby." I wrapped my arms around her small shoulders pulling her closer. I kissed the top of her head.

"I love you to mum, thanks for letting me out tonight." She nodded again wiping another stray tear away. She walked me to the door and kissed me on the cheek before handing me the keys to her car.

I put my keys in the ignition and began to drive to Lessie's house, hoping that the pain written on my face wouldn't be noticeable. 

Alessia's POV:

I was sitting on my bed and kept looking at myself in the life size mirror right in front of me. I wore wash blue shorts, and a stylish shirt. My hair was in it's natural curls and flowing down past my shoulders, and I had on little to no make up, since I would be swimming. I wore my suit under my outfit. Louis had already left and went over his friends to get ready, and my parents weren't home as usual. I kept checking my phone to see if Harry had texted me, we exchanged numbers for him to tell me when he's outside. He was supposed to be here at 8:00, it's 8:15. I was starting to get annoyed.

I went into my living room and started pacing around my couch, going in circles. Some minutes later my phone buzzed in my back pocket and I hastily walked to the front door, making sure to lock it behind me. I saw Harry in what I assumed to be his parent's car, since he didn't have one of his own. 

"Your almost 30 minutes late Styles." I said irritated climbing into the car.

"Sorry." Was all he said as he backed out of my driveway.

"What? No sly reply?" He just sat there, saying nothing. Staring at the road. I adjusted myself in my seat so I was no facing forward as well. "Sorry if I uh, made you mad. I was just joking..." I said looking ahead. He glanced at me quickly and looked back at the road, smirking.

"It's fine love. I couldn't ever see you being mean, even to a fly." He chuckled slightly at his own comment.

"Oh, I can be mean! Watch." I cleared my throat and sat up straight in my seat. "You look bad today." I said in my meanest voice I could muster. Harry quickly looked at me, then back to the road again.

"Do I really love?" He said in a serious tone. 

"Yeah." Actually he didn't. He wore a plain t-shirt and some cargo shorts with his signature white converse. Those must be his favorite type of shoe, cause that is all he ever wears. 

"Well if I look bad, then you look horrid." He said. I faked an appalled gasp.

"How dare you." I said turning to look outside of the window.

"You know I'm kidding, you could never look bad." He said. I couldn't look at his face, but I assumed it was smug. I tried my best to hide my face which was starting to burn a shade of red. "Your cute when you blush." Damn, he noticed.

The rest of the car ride was filled with pointless jitter jabber here and there. When we finally arrived at the party, we were fashionably late of course. The house was absolutely huge and gorgeous. I wonder who's it was? The main room was filled with plush couches, a few side tables. There was an open bar, a table full of food, and looking outside through the big glass windows the pool was pretty big too. Let's just say, tonight would be a good night.

Niall's POV:

I was kind of excited to come to the party. I went out sometimes, but not to anything quite like this. There was an open bar! Like how awesome is that? And there was so much food. I was in heaven. I didn't leave the food table for a while. 

I came with Brandon and Zayn. Brandon was glued to me like a siamese twin, Zayn ventured off on his own sometimes to get a drink then he would come back. We were the three musketeers for the night I guess, since we were all together. While I was sitting down eating my food and enjoying a beer, I noticed Reign come in from outside in her bathing suit. Her hair was wet and silky from the pool, stretching all the way down to the small of her back. Her long tan legs glistening with drops of water. Her beautiful face, hazel eyes, perfect lips...

"You could always take a picture, it lasts longer." Zayn joked, smirking at me. I shook myself away from her daze and dug back into my food ignoring Zayn's comment.

Brandon's POV:

I. Was. So. Bored. Why did I even come? Oh, cause it was going to be one of the biggest parties of the year and I was invited by one of the most popular kids in school. Despite those facts, I was so bored that I could honestly shoot myself. The only good thing about this whole thing was spending more time around Zayn. Zayn... you could say I was developing a crush on this lad. He was 17, lean, tan, and everything any sensible person would want. But I knew I couldn't show the slightest amount of affection towards him, for one. He's straighter than a road, and for two. I'm a 15 year old, bleach blonde, irish boy. Still, dreaming was nice. 

"Hey, I'll be right back." Niall said quickly getting up from the table. I looked and spotted Reign sitting on a couch alone enjoying a slice of cake. Reign? Alone? This was a rare time, I guess Niall wanted to take this opportunity. Zayn followed Niall until he sat next to Reign and started chuckling. His smile, I admired it.

"Having fun?" Zayn asked snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Honestly, not really." I said laughing a little.

"Yeah, me either. Not my scene."

"Definitely not mine either."

"Well, maybe we just need to loosen up. Want a drink?" He said nudging his head toward the open bar and winking at me. I contemplated, Niall would probably kill me if I was drinking. But we're at probably the biggest party of the year... right?

"Uh, yeah. Sure." Zayn smiled and nodded getting up to retrieve our drinks. 

Reign's POV:

"So your having fun tonight?" Niall asked while he snacked on some chips. He had been trying to make conversation with me for the past few minutes. Honestly, I didn't mind. But I had to keep up my in-penetrable bitch shield. 

"Yeah, alot of fun." I said sarcastically.

"That didn't sound very genuine..." Niall said eyeing me. I shot him a look and turned my head the other way. He was right, I was having fun trying to impress Ryan outside. I wore my best swimsuit! And he didn't even glance in my direction. He was to busy chugging down bears and taking shots with his jock head pals. "Want something to drink?" Maybe something to drink would calm me down.

"Beer." He nodded and sat his plate on the end table beside him and went to retrieve a beer for me. That was sweet of him, I wished Ryan would be that nice to me. But he's always such a dick. While Niall was retrieving my drink, I kept thinking what it was I liked about Ryan? What made me have the biggest crush on him since the first moment I laid eyes on him? Was it his charm? His striking looks? His incredible physique? I was interrupted out of my thoughts when I felt someone sit back on the couch, this time Niall was closer then before. He handed me a drink then kept the other for himself.

"You know, you look real nice." He said. I scoffed.

"Yeah, is it cause I'm in my little pok-a-dot bikini?" I said in a irritated tone. All guys are the same. Whenever they look at me they always talk about my lips, or my curves, or how hot I look in whatever outfit I'm wearing. Why can't a guy come along, and just say to me...

"No, that's not it. I was actually going to say that complexion looks really good, you don't need to wear as much makeup as you do. Your naturally beautiful Reign." He said observing my face, waiting for my reaction. I started to feel my face heat up. No, no. You can't blush in front of Niall Horan.

"You don't need to tell me what I do and do not need to wear." I got up and retrieved my beer. Niall grabbed my arm, trying to stop me.

"Reign,  you know that's not-"

"Let me go Horan, or your gonna regret it." He slowly let go of my arm, I heard him mutter something under his breath as I strutted away. I walked over to a group of girls whom I knew. I needed a break from every single boy here today.

Liam's POV:

Harry was drunk off his ass. And he honestly was cracking me up. It was about 12:00 am now, and I was buzzed. But I wasn't drunk I didn't count on it. The party kind of died down a little, not many people were here. A few cheerleaders and rugby players. The Horan's and the Tomlinson's were here. Zayn and his sister, and Amber was here too. I didn't get a chance to talk to her though, she was far away and I kind of didn't want to make things awkward. 

I saw her walking towards the punch bowl, so I went over there too. She grabbed a cup to get some punch, I picked up a cup as well and reached for the big spoon to get the punch with the same time that she did. Our hands touched and she pulled back, blushing a little. It was adorable.

"Oh, sorry! I didn't... Liam? I haven't seen you here yet! How's it going?" She said shooting me a big smile. 

"Good, great actually!" I said beaming her a smile just as sweet.

"That's good." She said looking down. She grabbed the spoon and poured the punch into her cup before pouring it into mine. We stood there for a few more seconds of awkward silence before she spoke again. "So, wanna... sit down?" I nodded and we found a near by couch to sit down at.

"I'm surprised your not hanging with Harry." She said looking around. "Speaking of which... where is he?" She asked looking at me. I looked around for him and found nothing.

"I'm not sure." I said still looking around. Oh man, I hope he wasn't doing anything bad. Where could this guy be!?

Louis' POV:

Tonight had been a blast. And I was pretty drunk. I was chatting it up by the pool with some friends when I got up, I needed to pee really bad. I opened the patio door and stumbled to the bathroom. Running into a few rude walls here and there, they should've moved. They saw me coming! I finally made it to my destination and the door was closed. I put my ear to the door to try and listen in and see if anyone was in there. I knocked on the door but nobody said anything. I shrugged and opened the door, bad idea.

"GET THE FUCK OUT." Yelled a husky voice, breathing heavily. 

"What are you doing?" I asked, trying to comprehend what the hell this guy was doing leaned over a toilet. He looked at me for a quick second before turning his gaze back down and puking into the toilet. Harry was throwing up in a toilet in front of me. Now, I don't know if it was my drunken mind telling me to get revenge at Harry for all that he has done and embarrass him by going out and telling everybody Harry was throwing up his guts. But my conscious was telling me to help him. Damn you conscious.

I closed the door behind me and Harry looked up at me, glaring with red bloodshot eyes.

"I said get the hell out Tomlinson!" I shook my head back and forth.

"I'm not leaving you *hiccup* alone. You need *hiccup* me." Damn, I was getting the hiccups. And I needed to pee. 

"No, I don't need your help." He said pushing himself up by the lid of the toilet and he stood up for maybe a split second before stumbling. I caught him myself, stumbling backwards. I felt someone grip my shoulders and position me upward, making sure neither Harry or myself fell.

"You guys wreak of alcohol." I turned around to see Liam with a scrunched up nose.

"Yeah, well your breath isn't a filed of daisy's either." I said in a sassy tone. "Now, I need to go and use the bathroom. Excuse me my two fine gents." I shoved past those two and finally accomplished my mission. I hummed a little too. When I was done with my deed I washed my hands and walked out the door and found Harry talking to my sister.

Alessia's POV:

Harry was piss drunk right now. His voice smelled like nasty beer. I hate the taste of beer. I wasn't drunk, or buzzed or tipsy. I probably had 2 cups of that spiked punch before I called it quits for the night and stuck to nice ol' water. Despite the fact that Harry was drunk off his poor ass, he was being such a sweetheart to me. 

"And that's how I won us the game." He said finishing his story, smiling proudly.

"That was a nice story Harry." I said chuckling. I spotted Lou out of the corner of my eye stumbling over towards Harry and I. I could tell my the dumb smile on his lips that he was drunk too.

"Hey Sis." He said sitting next to me and wrapping his arm around my shoulder. I was squeezed between two drunk idiots, great.

"Hi drunkie." I said narrowing my eyes at him.

"Sorry, but hey! It's a party right? Come on, why don't you get a little tipsaaaaaay?" He said grinning mischievously. I shook my index finger back and forth.

"No no Lou, I can't. I'm basically the life line tonight. I already have to drive Harry home, he's so..."

"You aren't driving me home! I'm perfectly fine." Harry said slurring his words.

"No, you are not driving. I'm not letting you." Harry was about to object when an also drunk Ryan came in from the patio. His body glistened with water, he honestly looked like a god.

"Everybody, parties over! Get out." He said and left us in the main room as he entered the hallway leading to other rooms. Probably going in a bed room. With that, everybody filed out of the house. I had to support both my brother, and Harry as we walked out of the party. Harry reached for his keys in his pocket and pulled them out, grinning like a idiot. I snatched the keys from him.

"Your not driving Harry!" I said getting a little annoyed. He scoffed and just looked down, not wanting to reply to my statement. 

"Harry!" A voice called and I turned my head around and saw Liam walking towards us. "Hey Alessia." 

"Hey Liam, came to get your bestfriend?" I said chuckling a bit. 

"Yeah, I need to find him somewhere to stay tonight." He said smiling.

"Why can't he go home?" I asked.

"Cause, his mum is home and she doesn't know he drinks. If he came home drunk, he would be in a lot of trouble." Liam said. "And I need to find a place to stay too, now that you mention it..."

"Don't tell me your drunk to!" I said, almost shouting.

"No, no. Well just a little buzzed, but I can function. But I can't go home, cause Harry is drunk. And If I bring a drunk Harry to my house, my mum would call his mum, and it would just be bad. And I'm not letting Harry stay somewhere without me." Liam stated.

"Aw, how sweet!" Lou said in a mushy gushy voice.

"Louis, will you be quiet? Your going to bust my damn eardrum." Harry said clearly annoyed.

"Why don't you make me?" Louis said sticking his tongue out. Harry reached around me and tried to grab Lou, but he jumped back quickly winking at Harry. "Catch me if you can." Harry quickly untangled his arm from around me and began to chase after Lou. I was getting angry.

"Look, Harry drove here. How did you get here?" I asked Liam, with my eyes closed massaging my temples.

"Um, I got a ride from someone on the team. Who probably already left..." 

"Look, our parents aren't home, so you and Harry could uh... stay with us tonight I guess..." I said. 

"Are you sure?" Liam said trying to hide a smile. I sighed.

"Yeah, it's no problem." Liam gave me a bear hug and knocked the wind out of me. He put me down and smiled widely. "Thanks so much! I'm going to make it up to you, you saved me and Harry's bums!" 

"Yeah, yeah. Now, wanna help me get those two?" I said laughing and pointing to Harry and Louis who were still running around.

"Harry, get over here." Liam said in a demanding fatherly voice. Harry stopped and began to walk over towards us. 

"How did you...?"

"Let's just say, I know how to deal with Harry on his drunken days." Liam said smiling. I chuckled and saw a Lou who skipped over to me. 

"Ready?" He asked.

"Yeah, come on." I drove back to Harry's home and dropped of his mum's car and Liam unlocked the door, sneaking back into the house and coming back out to us.

"So, we're walking ALL the way back home?" Louis said with a horrified expression.

"Louis, it isn't that far." I said beginning to walk ahead of him. I heard Harry catch up to me and walk next to me in silence, I guess Liam stayed behind and chatted with Lou to keep him occupied. 

"So, have fun tonight?" Harry asked. He seemed to be sobering up a little. 

"Eh, besides having to take care of two drunk guys. Not really. I only came cause, well for one, Lou really wanted to. And if he got drunk, I wasn't leaving him alone. And for two, well you asked me to, and I can't just be rude and call of the plans." I looked at him and he nodded.

"Well, I'm glad you didn't. I had fun tonight at least." He said. "And uh, thanks for letting Liam and I crash at your place, I can't go home like this..."

"You seem fine to me?" I said raising an eyebrow.

"Maybe, but I really can't risk it..."

"Why do I get the feeling you just want to come to my house?" I said chuckling a little. His lips slowly curved into a smile. 

"Well, if I said no I would be a liar." His smile grew and his dimple was exposed. 

"I like this side of you Harry. The side where you don't have to be a macho asshole. The side where everything isn't a flirty comment. Your being sweet. And I like that." I said looking him in his eyes briefly before he looked away.

"Yeah, well. I wanted to show you there's more to me then that."

"Why now though?" I asked. He shrugged his shoulders.

"Now was as good a time as any I guess." I nodded and we continued to walk in silence the rest of the way back to my place.

"FINALLY! HOME SWEET HOME." Louis yelled as I unlocked the door. He ran through the living room, jetted up the stairs, and closed the door to his bedroom.

"Alright, well I guess nobody is rooming with Lou. So..."

"That couch looks comfy." Liam said chuckling a little.

"Alright, what about you Harry?" 

"Um, I would sleep with you, but..." He said smiling at me.

"Don't know about that one Styles. You can uh... hmm... sleep on the floor?" I said. Harry pouted at me.

"But that's so uncomfortable!" He said sadly. I sighed in defeat, damn my niceness.

"Okay, okay. My bed is pretty big, you stay to one side and I stay on the other. Got it?"

"Yes love, I got it." Harry said winking at me. I got pillows and a cover for Liam and went upstairs to my room with Harry following behind me. I grabbed a over-sized t-shirt and went into the bathroom to get undressed. I looked at myself in the mirror, I looked exhausted. And I was, this was a very long night.

I threw my outfit in the dirty clothes hamper and walked back into my bedroom. I spotted jeans and the shirt Harry was wearing on the floor along with his socks.

"Harry, you are-" I stopped my rant when I saw him under my duvet softly snoring. Honestly, I didn't want to wake up, he looked absolutely adorable. I crawled under the duvet, making sure there was space enough, turning of the lamp next to my bed and placed my head on my pillow, inhaling and exhaling loudly before sinking into my bed that felt like paradise. I felt Harry's body shift in my bed and his arm slung over my body. I thought about pushing him away from me, but it felt... relaxing. Against my better judgement I snuggled closer to him. I breathed in his scent and smiled contently to myself before drifting off into the best sleep that I've had in a long time.

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