I open my eyes to see complete darkness. I'm guessing its early morning. I look around the room and realize that nothing looks familiar and- oh wait, this is Alaina's room. I spent the night like I always do. How the hell did I not recognize her room in the dark? I've been sleeping in her room almost all my life. I guess I was still half asleep when I woke up. I turn over on my left side and I find Alaina fast asleep. Awww, she looks cute while she's sleeping. I get comfortable under the covers and just stare at her, but not in a creepy way, mesmerizing every detail of her. God, I love her so much. I love everything about her like her personality, her looks, everything. I love the way she laughs when I say something cheesy and the way she slightly crinkles her cute little nose when I put on too much cologne.
It kills me that she doesn't know how much I love her because I don't know any other way to tell her....and I think I like someone else too but not as much as I like Alaina, but still. Kendall is just....she's gorgeous. Well, so is Alaina but there is something about Kendall that draws my attention. I guess it's her perfect skinny body, her long, shiny brown hair, her boobs and curvy ass, and her perfect smile is what takes my breath away every time I see her. Wait, what am I thinking? I'm with Alaina right now. I shouldn't be thinking about Kendall. She'd never want me anyway, would she? Nah, I'm not good enough for her anyway so I shouldn't bother. Or maybe I could give it a go with her. She'll probably say yes, maybe I'll- no! Stop it Harry! Think about Alaina! Not Kendall.
I sigh and continue to look at Alaina while she sleeps. I notice a small smile appear on her face and she snuggles with her Simba plush doll that I gave her when she was staying in the hospital after getting her appendix out, we were only 10 at the time. As I continue to watch her sleep, I start to wonder what she might be dreaming about. I bet it's about me, I hope. I would love for her to wake up and tell me that she dreamed about me. What am I talking about? Does she even like me like that? I don't think so. Or maybe she does but I'm still not really sure because she hasn't done anything to prove that she does. Well, neither have I but I should soon because I really want her to be my girlfriend. I'm not kidding, I really do. I've had a crush on her since we were in kindergarten and I've wanted to ask her to be my girlfriend ever since we were 13 but I've always got so nervous.
The more I held back, the more I fell for her. Every time I saw her in the hallway my heart would accelerate like a million, my stomach would flutter with butterflies, and I would be kind of clumsy around her. I've gotten a little better at that after 2 years but I still get the butterflies in my stomach when I see her. I'm in love with her….My mum told me a few years ago that she can tell how much I love Alaina and of course I had to tell my mum the truth. I do love Alaina. I couldn't deny it, I mean, why should I? Alaina is beautiful. Which reminds me, how could her uncle hurt her like this? And especially since she's his step-niece, the stepbrother of her mother? They're still like family and I just don't understand how she could irritate someone so much that they'd physically hurt her.
It doesn't make sense to me at all because Alaina is such a sweet girl, she's always been. How could someone be so cruel? She doesn't deserve any of it and I feel so bad for her. At least I know why she doesn't want to leave my house. I wonder how long this has been going on. I wish she told me earlier but I guess she didn't want to talk about it anymore. I really want to tell someone about this but I'm scared that her uncle will kill her if he finds out that she told someone. If he has enough strength to make her bleed, then he might have the strength to kill her.
So like I promised her, I won't tell anyone as long as if it doesn't get worse. I know a best friend shouldn't do that but I don't want her to get hurt even more. I shake my head slightly as look at the bruises down her arms along with the ones on her forehead. I can't believe Jamie did this to her. I've never really talked to him before but I always knew something was off about him. I sigh while I fix my position in her bed and softly kiss the top of her head, hoping I don't wake her. She needs the rest. Then, I lay down and pull her closer to me, just so she can know that I'm still here and will never let her go.
"Alaina, Harry," I hear someone say.
I open my eyes and Harry and I both turn our heads to my doorway, finding my Mom standing in there, smiling. I look down and I notice that Harry still has his arms wrapped around me so she probably saw us cuddling.
"What Mom?" I mumbled.
"Snow day, schools closed," she said.
"Okay thanks," I said and lay my head back down on my pillow.
"I'm leaving for work now. I should be home a little late tonight," she continued. "And Jamie usually leaves for work around-"
"I know Mom, he leaves at 8 o'clock. Just go please," I mumbled while trying to fall back to sleep.
"Okay, I'm going. Oh, Harry do you know if you're spending another night?"
"I'm not sure," he replied. "Would you be bothered if I stayed another night?"
Does that mean he's considering spending the night again? I hope he does, I actually hope he spends the night forever and protect me from my uncle.
"Of course not Harry. You're always welcome here and you're allowed to stay as long as you want. Just make sure you let your mother know," she smiled.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"I'm sure," she exclaimed once more. "Well, I got to go. See you guys later,"
She closes my door behind her and I hear her go downstairs. I sigh and nuzzle my face into Harry's chest and I feel him pull me closer before loosening his grasp around my waist. I'm so glad he's here right now because he's protecting me from getting hurt. I wish I didn't have to worry about my uncle coming in here to hurt me every morning. But since I can't change the world, I'm stuck with that and I don't know for how long.
"So are you going to spend the night again?" I asked Harry.
"Yeah. Why do you sound so surprised?"
"I don't know," I sighed. "I just thought you wouldn't want to because of all the drama and stuff like that,"
"Your situation doesn't bother me, Alaina. You know I'd love to be here for you 24/7," he said.
I nod against his chest and wrap my arms around him. He's the only person that can keep me safe. My mom doesn't know about what is going on with me so she can't keep me safe. But man, don't I wish Harry could be with me 24/7! Then I wouldn't be getting hurt anymore. That would be a good thing.
"Alaina?" Harry said after a moment of silence.
"Yeah?" I replied.
"No, what were you going to say?" I asked.
"Nothing. I'll tell you later,"
Alrighty then. Why didn't he tell me what he was going to say? I guess it's nothing important. Whatever. It's not a big deal and I'm not going to make it one. I stretch out my arms and settle back under the covers. I'm still really tired. I didn't even go to bed late last night but still.
"What time is it?" I asked Harry.
He turns over and grabs his phone off my nightstand. I see the light from his phone glowing and then turns it off before turning back over to face me.
"It's 5:30," he said.
"Ugh!" I groaned.
"Want to go back to sleep?"
I nod and turn back over, facing the wall. I feel Harry pull the covers over me some more and then he wraps his arms behind me and I slowly start to fall asleep.
My eyes shot open and I sit up in my bed. What the hell was that? It was probably the front door. I sigh with relief and lay back down, getting my head comfortable on my pillow.
"What the hell was that?" I hear Harry mumble in his sexy morning voice.
"The front door I think," I said. "My uncle probably left for work,"
"What time is it?"
"Its 8:00," I replied.
"Want me to go check?" he asked.
I nod and he gets up out of my bed and walks out the door. I lay there, waiting for him and pray that my uncle is gone because I don't want him in my face at all today, especially when I have Harry here.
"He's gone," Harry said as he comes back into my room.
"Okay, good," I said, sighing with relief. "At least we don't have to worry about him at all today,"
"Yeah that's true," he said. “So, what do you want to do now that we’re awake?”
“Well, I’m starving. I’m going downstairs to get some food,” I replied while getting out of my bed. “You want to come?”
He nods and he follows me downstairs. We walk into the kitchen and have some cereal. After that we watch TV for a while and then we decide to go upstairs to get dressed. I take a take a quick shower and while Harry takes his, I quickly get dressed. When he was done with his shower, he comes out of the bathroom dressed and then we go back downstairs.
“So, you spending the night again?” I asked Harry as we walk down the stairs.
I asked him that because he hasn’t said anything about staying the night again so I just want to make sure if he is or not.
“That depends,” he said.
“Depends on what?”
“Well, do you want me to spend the night again?” he asked.
Of course I want him to spend the night again. Who else is going to protect me from my uncle when he gets home from work? My mom isn’t because she’s working late like always and if Harry doesn’t spend the night again I’ll have no one to protect me.
“Yes, I want you to spend the night,” I said.
“Okay then. I’ll stay,”
He flops down on the couch and I sit down next to him. I grab the remote off the coffee table and turn on the TV and flip through the channels. Since nothing else was on, we agree to watch Spongebob. We haven’t watched that show together in a while. Now at 16, I find some stuff really weird on this show that I never found weird when I was little. Like Squidward taking a bath when he’s already underwater, a squirrel walks around with a suit and a helmet, and a Spongebob’s pet snail acts like a cat. I start to laugh while watching the show and Harry looks over at me.
“What?” he asked.
“We’re way too old to be watching this,”
“Then turn the channel,” he said.
I nod and grab the remote beside me and just when I was about to change the channel, the TV turns off along with the lights that are on in the living room. Great! The power is out! The snow is starting to get pretty bad outside so I guess that’s why the electricity went out. But what are we going to do? The roads are closed so we can’t go out. I sigh with frustration and slouch on the couch.
“It will get turned back on soon,” Harry said while putting his hand on my knee.
I feel chills running down my body from his touch. This is the second time this week that this is happening. I’ve had a crush on Harry for years but I’ve never felt like this in the past when he touched me. I guess as the years went on, my feelings for him kept growing. I slowly turn my head to look at him and we just stare at each other for a few seconds. Then, he slowly leans in and I follow his lead and suddenly I feel his soft lips brush against mine. My heart immediately begins to accelerate like a million and butterflies start to flutter in my stomach.
My best friend is kissing me. This isn’t my first kiss though but this is my first kiss that actually means something to me. It’s with Harry, the boy I actually like, unlike my first kiss. Our lips move perfectly against each other and I can tell that Harry is enjoying this as much as I am. Maybe he actually does has feelings for me but he just doesn’t know any other way to tell me. We continue to kiss for a few more seconds and then he slowly pulls away and we stare at each other again for another few seconds.
“Sorry,” he said after a moment of silence.
I don’t say anything and gently crash my lips onto his. He quickly kisses me back and the kiss begins to deepen. I wrap my arms around his neck and he pulls me into his lap, making me straddle him. I tangle my hands in his soft hair and I feel his tongue run over my bottom lip, asking for entrance, which I gladly allow. His tongue explores my mouth for a few seconds and then I feel his hand touch my side under my shirt and lightly rubs my skin with his thumb, giving me goosebumps. Then, without breaking the kiss, Harry picks me up in his arms carrying me upstairs, this time. He gently kicks the door to my room open and walks in before kicking the door closed. He lays me down on my bed and he hovers over me, still kissing me hard and passionate for a few more seconds and then he trails down to my neck, sucking on it lightly.
“Harry,” I whimpered, feeling goosebumps up and down my body.
I feel him smile against my skin and then he goes back to my lips again, giving me soft, light kisses until he suddenly pulls away.
“Jesus Christ it’s getting hot in here,” he panted and takes off his sweatshirt, catching his t-shirt with it.
I bite my bottom lip when I look at his developing 6-pack abs. Is he trying to kill me? He throws his shirt on the floor and climbs back on top of me, crashing his lips onto mine once again. I can’t believe I’m actually doing this with my best friend who’ve I’ve known all my life. But for some reason I’m actually okay with this because I’ve had a crush on him for years now, so why would I not want to make out with him. I feel him travel his hands up my shirt and he lifts it up over my head and throws it on the floor.
Then, my breath gets caught in my throat when he starts to leave soft kisses down my stomach and once he got to the lining of my jeans, he unbuttons them and slowly takes them off. He smirks when he reveals my black lace panties and pulls them down. He scoots down in between my legs and he flicks out his tongue. It’s obvious that nothing could prepare me for it. His tongue and his lips press against me, moving together in ways I had no idea that he could do. I groan and try to breathe but I can’t because it’s so hard to from how good it feels. I run my fingers through his hair and grip onto his curls.
“Ugh! Harry!” I groaned.
His zigzags down my aching core and I can feel my climax approaching. After a few seconds, I release and he climbs back on top of me, smirking. Now I want him. I don’t care if he’s my best friend. I want him! This is getting too much for me. I unbutton his jeans and take them off and throw them on the floor where the rest of our clothes are. Then, we quickly roll over so I'm on top of him and softly kiss down his toned stomach until I got to the lining of his boxers. He's already starting to show through his black Calvin Klein boxers but I really want him to be hard enough so I guess a little teasing would do the trick. I sit up in front of him and gently grab his bulge and then I slowly start rubbing him through his boxers.
He lets out a soft groan while biting down on his bottom lip. I never done this before but I know I'm doing right because obviously, Harry is enjoying it. I begin to rub a little faster, his groans getting louder. When he got a little harder than before I pull down his boxers a little to tease him some more and suddenly, my eyes widen when I saw his erection. Oh my god! I never thought he was that big because obviously we've never really been naked around each other. Well, we have back when we were little and took baths together but that was different. We were toddlers then, not horny teenagers. I look at him just to make sure he's still okay with this and nods.
"Do whatever you want, Alaina," he said.
I smirk and begin to pull his boxers down a little further but before I was able to do anything else, I hear screeching tires coming from my driveway outside. No!!!! Fuck! We freeze and I hear the front door slam downstairs.
“Fucking boss!” I hear my uncle shout downstairs.
Oh no! Why did he have to come home right now? Right when I was in the middle of something important with my best friend! Really?
“Ugh! You have to be kidding me!” Harry groaned with frustration and quickly pulls up his boxers.
“Well, don’t just lay there, get dressed,” I said.
He leans down and picks up our clothes off the floor. We quickly get dressed and then we sit back down on my bed. We sit there in silence for a while and it’s now starting to get awkward. I think we both just realize what could have happened if my uncle didn’t come home. I mean what if I actually lost my virginity today to my best friend? It’s kind of weird thinking that but it also feels kind of right. I love Harry. This may sound kind of creepy, but I actually want him to be my first. And if my fucking uncle didn’t walked in, I'm pretty sure Harry would've been.
“Um….sorry,” Harry said after a moment of silence.
“Its fine…..but that was fun though,” I said. “Since when did you have experience?”
“I practiced,” he smiled proudly.
I laugh after he said that. I wonder what he practiced with though. I know he hasn’t had sex yet so he probably didn’t get that much practice. Well, now what are Harry and I going to do?
“Well, now that my uncle is home, now what do you want to do?”
“I’m kind of tired. I want to sleep,” he replied.
“Yeah, now that you mentioned it, me too,”
I get under the covers with him and I cuddle up into his side. He kisses the top of my head and looks into my eyes.
“Alaina, there’s something I want to tell you,” Harry said.
“What is it?” I asked.
He gets interrupted when my door opens and my uncle walks in. He glares at Harry and then he turns his head to me.
“Alaina, I need to talk with you for a minute,” he said.
I look at him with a scared expression on my face, hoping he would leave but he doesn’t. He continues to stand there, waiting for me to get out of bed so he can talk to me.
“Come on, get up or I will drag you out here,” he continued.
I feel Harry kiss my cheek and I get out of my bed. I take a look at him one last time and my uncle leads me into the hall and into the guest room that we don’t use anymore. He shuts the door and pushes me against the wall.
“When is he leaving?” he asked.
“H-He’s spending the night….again,” I mumbled.
“And why is that?” he asked.
"Because…..my mom said-"
Suddenly I get interrupted by a hand coming across my right cheek. I feel it get hot and tears starts forming in my eyes. I really hope Harry didn't just hear that.
"I don't give a fuck about what your mom said! I'm in charge when she's not home! Either get that kid out of this house or I will make him leave!" my uncle yelled and walks out of the room, leaving me.
I hold my cheek, feeling it pulse under my palm and I feel a single tear escape my eyes as I walk back to my room. I quickly wipe my eyes and let out a sniffle as I walk into my room. Harry immediately lifts his head up and his face softens when he saw me holding my cheek.
"Lainey! Are you okay, baby?"
Baby? Did he just call me baby? I look up at him and he slowly takes my hand off my cheek, looking at the red mark my uncle caused. Then I notice a wave of sadness go through him. I can see it in his eyes. He puts his hand to my cheek and gently strokes it with his thumb, then kisses it. I began to blush, making my cheek look even redder. He pulls me into a tight hug and I began to cry into his chest.
"Shh, it's okay baby. I'm here. I'm not letting you out of my sight for the rest of the night,"
I take a deep breath and he releases me from the hug. I stare in his eyes for a few seconds and then raise myself up on my tiptoes and press my lips to his. Our lips moved together, perfectly. I pull away and hug him tight again.
“Come on, let’s just rest a little and then everything will be all over,” he said.
I nod and he brought me over to the bed. He pulls me into his arms before laying my head on his chest. Then, I slowly fell asleep to Harry soothingly kissing the top of my head.
Sorry if the almost sex scene was bad, I wrote this when I was 16 so there is some stuff I haven't really edited yet. I'm going to fix it so please bear with me.
Anyways, I hope you guys liked the chapter :)