Eva's POV

I lay peacefully in the crook of Harry's neck for a few long moments. I didn't know what to say to him. I figured he wanted silence after all that so I kept quiet. A million thoughts flew around in my mind; I didn't know where to start. I felt like I was coming down from a tall building overcoming a fear. Was Harry my fear? Maybe that's why I dreamed of him.

"I could hear you thinking. Stop being so obvious." I hugged his body tightly; maybe I wanted to distract him by touching him again.

"I wasn't. I was just enjoying how quiet it is now."

My head laid on his warm chest and I could feel the grumble from his deep laugh. "Yeah, you were quite loud."

I raised my head, looking at him. "Yeah well you were like an anime cartoon. I was worried you were gonna pull karate moves on me any second."

Harry grinned, but didn't laugh at me. I thought he would, knowing his sophomoric persona. "Shut it now."

I stuck my tongue at him but he caught it inside his mouth, closing his lips around mine. I hate how he kisses me so…like it was the last kiss. I felt at ease, I didn't want to but I did.

Why do I get the feeling he's just lonely? He probably is. Hell, I get lonely all the fucking time. Don't need to vocalize it.

I pulled away when I heard something. Sounded like footsteps, voices. Holy shit. "We gotta go. Hurry!" I hoped off of him and fixed my clothes, shoes and sex hair. I didn't have sex but you know what I'm getting at.

"Calm down now. It's locked. Mum trusts me." I looked at him, my smile about to break as I narrowed my stare. "OK, well more or less she does. I locked it because I wanted to give you privacy."

"With you inside? Yeah, that's giving me privacy." I whispered loudly. I turned on his nightstand lap and finally breathed.

Harry held my shoulders. "Calm down, they're not coming in here. Trust me."

"Harry are you in there?" Anne's voice called out, even Harry looked nervous. He caught himself quickly, thinking I missed it.

"Yeah mum, hold on a moment." Harry looked to me to open it. I mouthed "why me?"

He came to my ear. "Do it, it's better that way. She won't suspect anything." I almost closed my eyes there.

I shook out of it, rolled my eyes and went to unlock the door, pulling it open.

Harry's parents and my Dad were all looking at us strangely. Anne stepped forward to look closer on Harry. I bit my lip.

"You alright baby? You look flushed." She looked behind him. Gesturing to something. "That's why, the window was closed. Eva, I'm sorry," She said, walking over to open the lever of the window to the top. "This room is usually so stuffy, I tell Harry to open it at the night." She walked over to join us again, feeling Harry's forehead with the back of her hand.

I smiled, hiding in my giggle. If she really knew the reason…uh let's pray to the high heavens she doesn't. I'll be super happy. Everyone began to pile out and we started to walk when Harry grabbed me and pushed me behind the door. I was about to speak when his lips pressed against mine harshly. I pulled away, more pushed him away but it was like he was trying to claim territory.

"Two things: don't mention a word of this to anyone and don't go out with that wanker." He said simply, he kissed the tip of my nose and walked out of the room ahead of me.

What the fuck just happened? Why can't he stop with the horse shit? I can't date whoever I want. "You're a jackass." I called when he stopped walking mid-stair.

He looked up at me and winked, licking his lips. He grinned and walked down the stairs saying nothing.

What the? Since when has someone ever gotten away with so much? Clearly he's too in love with himself to get serious about anything. What a fucking child.

I went to the bathroom to wash up. I know I made a mess but it was only on his bed thank god. I think I saw Harry cover the evidence on the sheets by pulling the blankets over it before they walked in. I owe him one for that. I don't think I can live with my Dad grounding me, taking my phone when I have a date with the guy I've been wait 3 years to see. I couldn't handle it. I didn't wanna fuck things up with Louis and I was determined to go on this date with him and completely forget about Harry Styles and what we did just in his bed now.

I mean, it's like this, Harry is a player, it's obvious, guys like him always say all the right things but it never goes anywhere. They have no real personality. Louis has it all. His mom gets super strict sometimes but he takes it in stride. I love his attitude toward life. He has such a carefree, fun vibe I just want to be around him all the time. Louis can get serious too, I've seen it.

And now I'm finally going on a date with him. I'm a little anxious to because I truly don't know where we were going or doing. I hope I can make him laugh, that's all I care about. If he has fun around me, maybe he'll want more. Who knows? Just like Louis says, relax and have a blast. Every time I think of him and my body heats up, almost instantly.

Harry only makes me shiver. I can't decide if it's a good or bad thing. Maybe it feels good because he knows how to please me. Of course he does, he's had loads of practice. I still am curious what number on the Harry's Rolodex of girls I lay on. It's kind of sad. I almost feel sorry for him. Why can't he be more like Louis?

I heard my dad suddenly call me just as I finished up in the bathroom, shutting the doors behind. I forced myself to relax. Louis' words are golden.

I can't wait to see him tomorrow. I'm blushing thinking about what he has planned.

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Harry's POV

We finally sat down to have dinner. The Styles and the Davies together at last and it felt like a circus of who's competing for the best small talk questions. I think my step-dad, Robin wins this one. Man that guy can talk and talk about god knows what. I'm thinking its work since he uses a lot of words like "correlating" and "corporate management."

I planted myself near Eva just because. It's fun to bug her when she's not expecting it. She'd glance at me from the corner of her eye and scoff whenever I would answer. Of course it wasn't loud enough for anyone to hear, she gave that to me as a gift. How sweet? Just like her. She is a sweet girl; somewhere in there. When my mom asked her a question, she took her time in answering, with her dad, it was more embarrassing. The parents on the other end were having their own little conversation really. We were just tag a longs.

I vaguely overheard her Dad said he worked for some magazine publishing company and he's been pretty wrapped up in the business, leaving Eva alone at school some days, she asks her friends mother for rides.

Well, not anymore. Now that both parents are agreeing to this and I know Eva doesn't want to piss anyone off, I am the one who takes her and picks her up from school. My cock is sure excited to hear that news. My frustration might be struggling with fully enjoying it. She can make you want to pin her against the wall and shut her up by any means. And I do mean any means. It's exciting and dangerous. It's like nothing I've gone through with a girl. Not that I consider her the girl in my life. She's a pain in the ass and gives me every excuse to fight with her.

That doesn't mean I hate her though. You can't hate someone you don't know or without good reason. I think hate is probably the strongest word out there. I don't think too much about her to be honest. She seems like a typical high school student, probably insecure underneath all the bravado. But there's something about her I couldn't understand. Maybe it was those big eyes, the same icy blue ones Elena had. It's happening again. But it's not Elena, its Eva. Two very different girls, nearly polar opposites. Eva had no filter for her thoughts. She said whatever she felt like. Elena was very secretive and would avoid talking about what's bothering her. I blamed myself all those years I could have pushed harder. Not let things go so easily.

Then I would have been happy. We would have been happy. I loved her so much I actually cried when I lost her. If Eva knew how sensitive I really am, she'd think I was full of shit. Just like she thinks of me now. Just look at her, she eats like a bird. So clean, so mannerly, wipes her mouth like a princess. Her long dark hair flowing down her shoulders, touching over her pert breasts.

Her hand came down beside the folded napkin near my plate. Instead of touching it I reached for the glass of water bring it to my lips, taking a sip. Those goes the corner of her eye again. Why does she need to be so aware of everything I do? Kind of creepy.

After a bit of silent munching it looked like everyone was nearly done with their meal. I was surprised to see Eva actually eat the entire portion on her plate. Could be she didn't wanna insult mum by not eating it, or she must really like it. But wow, I've never seen a girl eat like that. I didn't know whither to hide in my laugh or let it out. Damn, this girl had a healthy appetite. Elena wouldn't like to eat much of anything when we would go out. She ate but she wouldn't finish all of the food in front of her. It usually meant something was bothering her. She had this annoying habit of picking at her food too. I guess that was a couple of her vices. Come to think of it, there were more. Stuff I didn't realize was bad until I found out her secret.

I should really stop thinking about this. My step-dad was laughing at something Eva's dad was saying and I only caught the end of it.

"You're staring, stop Harry." Eva whispered, turning her head, like she was stretching.

She kicked my feet lightly which made me look down. I did the same; no way was I going to relent. She hit me back until I got her foot caught in mine. I felt her flat come off and smiled. I was wearing my socks and began rubbing the side of her feet under the table. I heard her scoff, trying to get away but I was too quick for her. Soon she stopped struggling less and less and let me rub her more gently.

"Harry?" I shook when mum called my attention. I slowed down and Eva's tiny foot escaped my grasp.

Damn it. "Yeah?" I turned.

"We were talking about Eva staying over this weekend because her dad is going on a trip those days." My mum looked at me with those eyes again.

I dared to look at Eva; she looked whiter than me at those words. Holy shit. Just when I'm trying to avoid her, this happens.

I rubbed my forehead, why was everyone looking at me? What the fuck? I came here to get away from my problems not find new ones.

"Um, Anne, I think it'll be OK. If I knew my dad was going out of town for the weekend, I was going to ask my friend to stay over her place." Thank you Eva! I need some time away from you. I hope you understand. It's enough I see you everywhere at school.

Everyone cleared their throat. Holy shit. The awkward reactions were just…I wanted to just hide my face. Eva covered hers too.

I felt eyes on me, I looked up and Eva's dad cleared his throat thoroughly. He looked to his daughter first. "Honey, it's OK. I think it'll be fine to be closer to home when I'm away. Do some fun things. Maybe go see a movie or something. Harry, you don't know the area well, would you mind it if Eva shows you around So Cal?"

My parents looked at me with amused faces. Oh god, this is like a test. I feel like I'm being put on the spot. I heard Eva gulp and understood but still found myself saying:

"No I don't mind. That would be great Mr. Davies. I can drive her." I offered. Did I really have to dress it up even more?

I felt my hand being grabbed, not now. Jesus. Maybe she's just squeezing my hand to shut up. I'll go with that one. The way she did it was...Stop doing this to me. Stop comforting me. Stop trying to understand me. Stop touching me when you have no idea how hard it is for me to touch you back. I squeezed her hand tightly. No. Stop. Let go Harry. Stop doing this to yourself. Elena, you haven't moved on yet.

God damn it. I haven't. If I'm convincing myself to ignore this, of course I haven't. I may never. Eva doesn't deserve this.

"Dad…maybe it's OK. I mean De won't mind and—" Her dad cut her off. I just held her hand more securely.

"I think it would be best for you to be near the house. Delilah lives in Santa Monica, it's too far from here. I would feel safer if you stayed here. Is that clear Eva?" His eyes pinned his daughter for the second time that night. She sighed and it hurt me too. I looked at her body slouching in a question mark uncomfortably.

"Right, Dad. I'm sorry. Thank you, Anne. I appreciate it very much." She put on a fake smile instantly.

I am a master at those and can spot one clear as day. I felt bad for her. I felt bad for me. The both of us. I found her hands coming out of mine and back into her lap. Yeah, I got it.

I didn't want this too.

But I wanted her. I didn't, no I couldn't. She's too good for me. How was I going to survive 2 days around her, let alone school and everything else that brings us together?

I'm just going to pretend she doesn't exist. Yeah, that's it.

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