“Ooh, Louis and Harry are both here?” Shay’s best friend Rachel said as they walked in the door after school that Monday.
“Yup,” Shay said awkwardly, kicking off her shoes.
“Hey, guys,” Rachel said to them in the flirty way she had as she walked toward the living room where they were.
Rachel knew the best ways to make a guy give her a second look – besides just being beautiful, she possessed some sort of flirting magic.
“Rachel!” Louis called out excitedly.
Rachel giggled at him and Shay rolled her eyes. There was a weird sexual tension between them for years, but Shay was certain nothing ever came of it – which she was grateful for. She didn’t want her best friend hooking up with her brother. Shay’s stopped in her tracks thinking about that thought. The realization sent a nervous chill through her body and caused her cheeks to redden. She was pretty hypocritical and she knew it.
“Hi, Shay,” Harry said, his eyes staring into her. Her words failed her, so she just gave him a small wave.
“Let’s go up to my room,” Shay said, turning to Rachel, wanting to flee away from them.
“Sure,” Rachel shrugged.
Shay turned out of the room and headed toward the stairs, trying to put as much distance as she could between her and Harry.
“Bye, boys,” Rachel said before she followed Shay upstairs.
Shay fell onto her bed in a huff, suddenly feeling extremely guilty for what she was doing with her brother’s best friend. And she realized she had her own double standard going on. She would never want her brother to get with her best friend, but she was getting with his best friend behind his back.
“What is with you today?” Rachel asked flopping down on the bed with her.
“Nothing,” Shay huffed, knowing she’d been in a funk all day.
“Nothing?” Rachel asked, eyeing her best friend.
Shay put her hands over her eyes and let out a deep sigh which sounded more like a growl.
“Shay— seriously…” Rachel said, letting out a light laugh.
“I’ve… I’ve been doing something… something stupid,” Shay started to explain.
“What?” She asked, looking over at Shay curiously.
“Harry—we… ugh,” Shay breathed, shaking her head, not sure if she wanted to spill all the dirty details.
“What about him?” She asked wide-eyed, sitting up to look down at her. Shay sighed heavily again.
“Shay, you better tell me right now,” Rachel demanded, completely intrigued.
“You can’t tell anyone,” Shay told her as she sat up too.
“Oh, this is going to be juicy. Shay, please tell me you banged his brains out,” Rachel said, smiling wildly at her.
“No. I didn’t bang his brains out,” Shay said, rolling her eyes at her vixen of a best friend.
“You did something,” she said, quirking her eyebrow.
“We, uh… we…” Shay stammered.
“Good God, girl. Spill it,” Rachel laughed.
“We’ve been making out… a lot,” Shay cringed, speaking the words out loud for the first time.
“Oh my god, Shay. He is so hot, seriously,” Rachel said excitedly.
“I know,” Shay said, letting a smile curl up her lips.
“High five!” Rachel said and Shay gave her a very unenthusiastic high five.
“Okay, so why are you so bummed?” She asked, looking concerned.
“Because we’ve been sneaking around. Because he’s my brother’s best friend. Because it’s wrong,” Shay explained.
“So wrong, it’s right?” Rachel asked with a devilish smirk.
“No, it’s wrong. All wrong,” Shay said, shaking her head lightly.
“Are you trying to convince yourself of that?” She asked.
“Yes,” Shay whined.
“Shaylynn, Harry Styles is a hot piece of ass. And obviously he’s into it if it keeps happening,” Rachel told her.
“Oh, he’s into it,” Shay said under her breath.
“Oh my god. You better tell me all the details right now,” Rachel laughed, shoving Shay’s arm.
“Oh my god,” Shay mumbled, grabbing one of her pillows, squeezing it into her lap.
“How… I mean, how did it happen? When did it happen?” She asked.
“I don’t know. A couple weeks ago. He just like… kissed me,” Shay explained.
“He kissed you?” She asked.
“Yeah. And then he told me he wanted to do it for a while,” Shay told her.
“Oh my god! Shaylynn Johannah Tomlinson!” Rachel yelled, causing Shay to internally freak out.
“Shut up! Seriously, shut up,” Shay scolded her, looking at her closed door, hoping Louis and Harry weren’t suddenly standing on the other side of it overhearing everything.
“Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Shay, he’s so pretty,” Rachel whined playfully.
“I know,” Shay said quietly.
“And he… oh my god. He totally has the hots for you,” she said, smiling widely.
“I know,” Shay said again.
“Oh my god,” Rachel sighed.
“Stop saying ‘oh my god’,” Shay snapped.
“I can’t. This is like, blowing my mind. He’s a boy girls fantasize over. You do realize that, right?” She asked.
Shay shrugged. He was always just Harry to her. She’d known him since they were little.
“Like, he is… amazing, Shay,” Rachel sighed.
“Just stop, okay. I-I… you’re not helping,” Shay told her, shaking her head.
“And you like, make out with him?” She asked.
“A lot,” Shay mumbled.
“A lot? Have you seen him naked? Tell me you’ve seen him naked,” Rachel asked enthusiastically.
“I haven’t seen him naked,” Shay said, quirking an eyebrow.
“But he’s seen you? Oh my god, Shaaaaay,” she whined.
“Shut up,” Shay grumbled again.
“He’s seen you naked, Shay?” She asked.
“Just… just topless, okay. Shut up or they’re going to hear you,” Shay said, realizing it was a bad idea to tell her over-zealous friend about everything while Harry and Louis were in the house.
“Shaylynn, I didn’t think you had it in you,” Rachel said, smiling proudly at her.
“What do you mean?” Shay asked, furrowing her brow in question.
“You being topless in front of a boy – not to mention a boy of Harry’s caliber,” she elaborated.
Suddenly Shay felt the blood start to boil inside of her. She loved Rachel, but sometimes she drove her crazy.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Shay snapped at her.
“Don’t get mad, jeez. You’ve just never… I don’t know. The only guy you’ve ever done anything with is Ricky. And since him you’ve just had like, this drought going on,” Rachel explained, causing Shay to roll her eyes.
“Just because I haven’t fucked around with half the male population means I can’t be a sexual person?” Shay asked, bitterness definite in her tone.
“I didn’t say that. I just… I don’t know,” Rachel said, shrugging her shoulders.
“I’m only sixteen,” Shay reminded her, but realized it really didn’t hold much meaning to Rachel.
Rachel was only sixteen too and she already had three sexual partners she’d done just about everything with. Shay was a virgin – which was not necessarily something she was cherishing, but it was something she wasn’t going to give up lightly.
“Shay, I’m not trying to make you mad, okay. I am just saying you should think twice before ending it with Harry. Girls only dream of getting with that boy. Don’t be crazy,” she said with an awkward giggle.
Shay huffed and fell onto her back on the bed. She didn’t know what she should do.
“Louis would be so mad about it,” she added.
“And he’ll get over it,” Rachel said.
“You think?” She asked, looking over at Rachel.
“Yeah. He’s a guy. They get over things fast,” she said confidently.
“I just… I don’t want to ruin their friendship,” Shay told her.
“They’ve been friends for like ever, right?” She asked.
“Basically,” Shay said with a nod.
“They’ll be fine. And seriously, what better than your best friend dating your sister? He knows Harry’s a good guy, right? He’d be lucky to see Harry dating you,” Rachel reassured her.
“I don’t know about dating…” Shay said, feeling her cheeks heat up.
“Why not?” She asked.
“I don’t know how far Harry would want to take this, Rach. And I’m not going to get my hopes up. Right now it’s just kissing,” she explained.
“Topless kissing,” Rachel corrected, bobbing her eyebrows at Shay.
“It’s not that big of a deal,” Shay said as she rolled her eyes.
“Are you going to… you know… give him head or anything?” She asked.
“I don’t know. Jesus,” Shay scoffed.
“I mean, it’s a logical question. Being intimate the way you two are leads to other acts of intimacy, Shay. Soon he’ll want to get naked with you… and then what? Are you… will you have sex with him?” She asked.
“Oh my god, Rachel. We’re barely kissing right now, okay. I’m not even thinking about sex,” Shay scoffed.
That was a lie. Harry and sex went hand in hand in her mind. The second his hardness rubbed up against her, it was all she could think about. That mixed with his amazing mouth that got her hot and bothered every time they were together.
“Well, I’m sure he is. Keep your options open,” Rachel said, smirking wildly at her.
Shay didn’t know about Harry, but her options were wide open.
Shay’s phone buzzed on her nightstand as she was working on her homework later that evening. It was from Harry. It kind of freaked her out seeing his name displayed across her phone. She had his cell number for a while, but she never used it or vice versa. But there it was – a text from him.
H: Meet me outside.
Shay’s heart sped up and her mind went into panic mode. Meet him outside? What was he thinking? Was he trying to get them caught? She sat in her bed for a few minutes trying to wrap her head around what was just asked of her. Moments later she slammed her Biology book closed and scrambled out of bed.
She looked in the mirror at her appearance, to make sure she didn’t look like the creature from the black lagoon. Shay made a face at herself through the mirror. She was quite a sight. She was already in her pajamas and her hair was tied up loosely in a messy pony at the top of her head. She quickly re-did her hair and threw on some jeans before she ran downstairs trying to come up with something to tell her parents.
“Uh, Rachel… she’s kind of having a crisis right now. She wants me to come over for a bit. Is that okay?” Shay told her parents as they sat in the living room together, cuddled up on the couch watching a TV show.
“Is your homework done?” Jay asked immediately.
“Almost. I was working on the last bit of it when she text me,” Shay said, waving her phone in the air.
“Alright. Don’t be out long though. And I want you to finish up that homework before you go to bed,” Jay told her.
“I will. Thanks,” Shay said, smiling at both her parents before she turned on her heels, heading toward the foyer.
An excitement raced through her. It was all so new for her – sneaking out to meet a boy. She was going crazy. She threw on her shoes and zipped up her sweatshirt before she went out the front door. When she looked up she saw Harry’s dark green Jeep Cherokee sitting out in the road, idling as he waited for her. Shay dashed straight to the vehicle, opening the door before getting inside.
“Hi, Shay,” he said, smiling widely at her.
“Hi,” she said back, her smile matching his.
“Wanna get out of here?” He asked.
Shay nodded before he smiled again and put the car in drive. She had no idea where he was taking her, but she loved being there with him. And she knew she couldn’t stay away from him, no matter how wrong or hypocritical it was of her. She was hooked.
Less than five minutes later, Harry pulled into a wooded area, parking the car.
“Is this where you murder me?” Shay joked, smirking at him.
“Damn. You got me,” he laughed, leaving the radio on a low volume, setting the mood. Shay laughed out loud.
“Nah. I was thinking we could talk or kiss or whatever,” Harry said, smiling dreamily at her as he rested his head against the headrest.
“Ahh. Talk or kiss or whatever, huh?” She asked, smirking mischievously at him.
“Or whatever,” he said, giving her a lazy smile.
He was so calm and confident, it was sexy. Shay almost couldn’t take the way he was looking over at her with half-lidded eyes – the only light coming from the glow of the radio.
“I’ve been having some… second thoughts lately,” Shay said quietly, looking away from him for the first time since they parked.
“Oh,” Harry said, unable to hide the disappointment in his voice.
“But I realized… I don’t know. I just can’t seem to stay away,” she told him truthfully. Her stomach was tied in knots and her heart was in her throat.
“Oh,” he said, perking up noticeably.
“Yeah,” she said awkwardly, looking at the clock on the radio – 7:45pm.
“What were these second thoughts?” He asked curiously.
“Just… I don’t know. I’d just hate it if Louis hooked up with my best friend, ya know,” she said, shrugging her shoulders.
“Hmm,” he hummed, nodding his head.
“It just… it bothered me a bit, but I… I like this too much,” she explained.
“This?” He asked, smiling at her.
“You,” she admitted quietly.
“I like you too, Shay,” he told her, seconds before he leaned his lips in, kissing her softly.
Shay knew for certain things between them weren’t going to end anytime soon – not with the way he made her feel every time he kissed her.