Secrets || H.S. Sequel to His Slave || H.S.

Sequel to the deleted His Slave. || H.S. Harry has his secrets, and so does Alina. Not telling each other will keep anyone from getting hurt, right? They're both in for a world of hurt. ©Copyright of khloerose 2014. All rights reserved.

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11. nice 'act'.

a/n: thanks babes for making His Secrets number 9 ( I think...) on the popular One Direction fanfiction for this week. it's wicked, really. this will be a good chapter. and in surprise POV. xx

 

        Arabella's POV 

 

        Alina was alright. She definitely was fit, but that didn't make her any more intimidating. Yea, if you were wondering, Harry had left out a few details in the introduction of myself that he gave to Alina. What he should have said would've sounded like this:

      "Alina, this is Arabella, my best friend and lover for years. This won't work out because we still have feelings for each other and I think she looks better in my clothes than you do."

      But of course there was the one doltish roadblock, the fact that the two of them were together. That wouldn't last long, though. Harry would soon be mine once more, and Alina would be out of the picture. I just had to keep up the nice act, and then drop a cheating scandal between Harry and I on her like a bomb. It would blow up in her face. Currently, I was inside, laying on the couch. Harry and Alina were practising combat for MMA downstairs, and I was stuck watching a movie. By myself. I could hear them coming back upstairs, and I immediately let down my hair, ruffling it up a bit, pulling the shirt up a bit so it exposed my legs some more, and boom, I would have the eyes of Harry. This worked not only for Harry, but for Alina too. She glared at me, but I simply gave her an innocent smile. I waved at the two of them, walking past the pair to go into the kitchen. I cooked up some bangers and mash, but only making enough for Harry and myself. 

     Speaking of the angel, he walked in alone, sweaty and shirtless (use your imagination for that one). 

     "Hey there, babe," I said to Harry, smiling up at him. 

     "Hi, Bells. What are you making?" 

     "Oh, just some bangers and mash. Do you want me to put some out for you, love?"

     "That'd be great, thanks, lovely." I distributed two plates of food, one to Harry, and one for myself. I figured this was the best time to improve our relationship.

     "Harry, do you remember when we were teens and we had egged our neighbours house because he wouldn't give us our glow-in-the-dark football back?" I laughed softly, reminiscing about the past event. Harry laughed in that same hearty laugh he always had, nodding.

     "I sure do. Good times, yea?" Harry said through small laughs. I nodded, smiling myself. While Harry wasn't looking I pushed my stool over to him a bit more. At perfect timing, Alina walked into the kitchen, wearing a black sports bra and white Adidas drop-crotch joggers. I smiled at her. She barely glanced at me. 

     "Do you want some food, babe?" Harry asked Alina. She smiled, nodding.

     "Sure. Thanks, sweets." 

     "Don't thank me, thank Arabella," Harry said. The smile was wiped off of Alina's face right away. I smirked long enough for her to see it. The nice act came back, and my eyes went wide in horror and I pouted a bit.

     "I totally forgot about you! I'm so sorry, Lina, I only made enough for Harry and myself." Alina furrowed her eyebrows and glared at me. Harry didn't notice this of course, and was completely oblivious to the fact that I just wanted it to be him and I in the kitchen due to the fact that the next thing he said was,

     "You can just have some of mine, babe. I don't mind sharing with you," Alina smiled up at Harry and stood on her tiptoes to kiss him. I looked away, sick to my stomach, no longer able to look at the food in front of me. There were only 2 stools in the kitchen at the bar, and I left as soon as Harry had lifted Alina up to put her on his lap. She smiled at me, giving me a small wave, saying in a sickly sweet voice,

       

 

      "Thanks for the food, Bella. You're the best."

 

a/n: competition much? 

like, comment, favourite, all that junk.

btw, I had an MMA championship in Chelsea, I left Friday morning, and came back Sunday. so sorry, babes. I luff you all so much. 

stay amazing.

khloe. xx

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