The Killer's Son // Harry Styles

Alison Carter was just a regular Daddy's girl. Until her dad was taken away from her. What'll happen when she thinks her mom's boyfriend may have killed her dad? How will she react when she falls for someone she's known forever but never paid much attention to, who also happens to be her soon-to-be stepbrother? Ali tries to settle into her new life, as her dad asked. But can she do it? And how does her love life tie into this family drama? I guess you'll just have to read on to find out..


6. Chapter 6

Alison's POV

I can't believe this was about to happen. I'm going to kiss my soon to be step brother. I was actually looking forward to it and..

I was interrupted by a ringing noise. Damn, I thought I turned my phone on silent. Then I realized, that wasn't my ringtone. Must've been Harry's.

He turned his face a away from mine and I heard him mumble, "Shit," under his breath.

I felt my face burn red. He grabbed his phone out of his pocket.


Harry's POV

I was finally going to kiss her and my damn phone had to ring.

I looked down at the screen...

Sammie My Best Friend Ever I Love Her So Much

I normally smiled when she called and I saw this. Not because I liked her or anything, but because it was funny that she took it upon herself to put her name in my phone like that. Though, this time I did not smile..

"What the hell do you need, Sammie?!"

"Uhh," I could hear the shock in her voice. "Hey, I just wanted to see if you wanted to hang out."

Here we go again. She calls every damn day asking if I want to see her.

"No, Sammie." I can't believe this is the reason I miss my kiss with Ali. "No, I do NOT want to hang out. Stop calling me every bloody day. I DO NOT LIKE YOU! Leave me the hell alone!"

I heard her wimper. "Harry? Are you okay?"

I felt guilty. Then I remembered what I'd just lost because of this phone call. "No Sammie. I am not okay! Stop calling me!"

Then I hung up.


Sammie's POV [Wooaaahhh, betcha didn't see that coming!! (;]

I can't believe that. I was just home by myself and thought he would want to come over. I guess not.

He had never done that to me before. I mean like curse at me and.. I couldn't think about it. I felt a warm tear fall down my cheek. He knew I liked him and I know he likes Alison. I mean, who wouldn't? She's gorgeous. But I don't think he knows that she'll never like him back.

That's sounds harsh, I know. But I mean come on. Harry's dad and her mom have been together since Ali's dad died, or was killed. I still think his dad did it. But he got released after a year of being in prison. He must've had a damn good lawyer.

He said he wasn't okay. I wonder if it's his dad again. I feel so bad for him and the way his dad treats him. He hates when we talk about it though, so no one asks. Not even Jason. I'm pretty sure he feels weak when he thinks about the way his dad treats him.

Even if Ali did like him, as soon as she found out what goes on in that house she'll run as far away as she can. Like she left me when things got tough...


Ali's POV

This is awkward. "Umm, who was that?" I asked playing dumb.

He just sat there holding the top of his nose, looking stressed. He shook his head, "No one important."

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Just a little irritated," he said looking up smiling. Gosh, he's so cute. I cant even deny it anymore.

"It was Sammie, wasn't it?"

His face shot up and his serious green eyes looked at me, "How'd you know?"

I giggled, "I have ears, Harry. I heard you call her Sammie like four times."

His face fell, "Oh, right."

"You know she really likes you?"

"How do you know that?"

I smiled at his ignorance, "Really, Harry? How do you not know? You're around her all the time too, I'm not and I can see it. She's like in love with you. Everyone sees it, the way she looks at you. She always smiles at you when you're not looking. Her face lights up every time she sees you.." my voice trailed off.

"What is it?" he asked obiously seeing that my sentence was incomplete.

"Nothing," I said picking up my purse and heading to where I set my guitar down. "I should get going." I felt him grab my wrist and I turned around.

He looked me in the eyes and said, "Ali, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," I lied. I looked away from his gaze and to the floor. His warm hands touched my cheeks and our eyes met again.

"Ali, please. You can trust me. I hate seeing you like this," he mumbled and I felt bad.

"Well," I started. "It's just that.."

He looked down at me with hopeful eyes.

"Oh, nothing," I smiled up at him. "It's nothing."

"Ali.." his voice trailed off as the front door opened revealing an obviously drunk Robert. Harry quickly dropped his hands from my face.

"Well. Wouldya look at that!!"

I felt my face darken and I looked over at Harry whose eyes were on the ground.

"Harry brought a pretty girl home."

What? He didn't recognize me. I looked up at Harry, confused.

Harry chuckled," Dad, have you met Ali?"

"Hmm. No. I don't believe I have," he slurred. "Hello Ali, It's g-g-good to meet you," he smiled.

"Uhh, you too Mr. Styles."

I looked over at Robert who was staring out the door. A few moments later a tall bleach blonde woman walked in. She looked like she was nineteen or twenty. She had on a tight leather dress and tall red heels. Her face was caked in make up. Eyeliner about half an inch think, tons of foundation, her eyebrows drawn on, bright red lip stick to match her shoes, and I swear at least 4 cans of hairspray in her stick straight hair.

He latched hands with her and lead her to the stairs. "Well, we better get going." He winked at the girl. "I'll see you in the morning Harry, Cali you can stay as long as you'd like. Just don't get me or Harry over there in trouble with your daddy, if you know what I mean."

"That's not gonna be a problem at all," I mumbled. So did he know who I was or not?

After they went upstairs Harry looked over at me and pulled me into a hug.

"I'm so sorry," he said. "I thought he was gone for the night."

"Harry," I breathed. "It's fine."

"No, It's not," he looked down at me and looked guitly.

"So did he know who I was?"

"Oh no, not a clue. When he's drunk he doesn't remember much," he sounded confident in this answer.

"Well he said..."

"Yeah, yeah I know. But I think that was just in general. Like he doesn't want me around any girls who's got an over protective dad who'll kill me."

"My dad wouldn't have hurt you."


Harry's POV

"My dad wouldn't have hurt you," she said into my chest. I felt a tear soak into my shirt.

I rubbed her back, "Oh. Ali."

She just shook her head, her face still pressed into my shirt. "No, he wouldn't have. In fact, I think he would've liked you."

I pulled away a little but not too much so I could still hold her. "Why do you say that?"

She sniffled, which broke my heart, "Because you guys are a lot alike. My dad loved to sing and make music. He was never very serious and he always joked around. But most of all, he put the people he loved first. Always."

It was me this time with a tear rolling down my cheek. I remind her of the person that she once loved so much, that's amazing but at the same time so hard to handle. If there was someone that reminded me of my mom I would never be able to leave them alone. I don't mind if she's around me a lot though. But I'm scared that if I do something wrong it'll make her like me less because it's something her dad wouldn't have done. I don't want to let her down like that.


Hey there,

I hope this was long enough for you guys and I hope you liked it.. Let me know what you guys think about it, your comments make my day and I read them all. You all are amazing! (:

xx. Alyssa

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