Disguise [h.s]

three

A month and a half was enough to like, like someone right? Well, people believed in love at first sight, so a month and a half of developing feelings for someone was okay, good in fact. Leilani drowned herself in her thoughts. She was overthinking this whole 'having feelings for Harry' thing.

She can't get any deeper because it's only going to be bad. A criminal and a worldwide popstar? It's wrong. It's all wrong. She can't be able to hide that side of her life from Harry forever and imagine if Harry found out. Leilani feels like crying now. Wow, she's already in pretty deep. Just by the way her chest hurt thinking about Harry's reaction to what she does to make money.

The first time they kissed that night on the couch, she was drawn to him, she felt something pulling herself towards Harry all the time and she refrained, every single time. They never brought it up the next day or the week after that. Just continued their lives how it was. It never became awkward which she was so thankful for.

Tonight happens to be Harry's second month on the island and she was invited to a party, so all was good. Leilani knew the girl who was throwing a big graduation bash. Having it be at one of the mansions in Wailea, where Harry's hotel was, merely miles away.

At eight, Leilani drove to the mansion with Leila and Harry in the truck. They were all wearing party appropriate clothing, though Leilani was gonna wear shorts like she always does but something in the back of her mind just told her to wear skinnies and a loose crop top.

Entering the mansion with blazing music you can grind to, the smell of alcohol and slightly marijuana engulf their senses.

Half naked girls eyeing Harry up and down, as they walk through the corridor to search for alcohol, Leilani just had the instinct to intertwine their fingers together and pulling Harry closer as in his crotch to her ass. The graduate greets and tells them where the bathrooms, drinks, food and apparently there's a pool and jacuzzi party going on in the back too.

Leilani takes two shots of Malibu and Cîroc each, making it four shots total then grabbing a Smirnoff, offering Harry shots, he took one then declined the others and then took a Smirnoff.

"First party in Hawaii and it's not that bad." Harry says as he's sitting on the breakfast bar high chair and Leilani and standing in front of him, not in between his legs, yet, but right in front.

"How's the island so far?" Leilani asks, taking a swig of her alcoholic beverage and so does Harry.

"Great. You toured me around, I probably saw the best places because of you. It's so great here. It's like I never want to leave."

"Then don't." Leilani speaks without even thinking. She shuts her mouth real quick, taking a long drink of her drink, finishing it actually. So she grabs another.

"Aren't you gonna have a graduation party?" Harry then asks.

"No. I didn't want one. My Dad just bought my truck and customized it the way I wanted, couple thousands right there. That's enough for me." Leilani feels tipsy now, she's a bit slow and just giggly. Like she's high but not quite and Harry could tell by her demeanor changing.

Harry was only planning to just drink one anyways. He was now cautious and making sure Leilani was alright. He won't take his eyes off of her. Like he could anyways.

"Dance with me." Leilani grabs Harry's hand but doesn't budge, he just smirks shaking his head no. Leilani pouts. "Pleaseeeeee Harry Edward."

"Now, definitely not. You called me by my whole name." Harry teases.

"You're no fun. Come on. I'll give you three seconds to lead me to the living room, and if not, I'll dance with some random guy." Once that fell from Leilani's mouth, harry shook his head and led her to the dance floor. The thought of someone else's hands on Leilani sickened Harry. He didn't like it. Not one bit.

Leilani danced to the beat, swinging her hips, booty poppin' basically anything she could do. Harry's hand was always placed at her hips and Leilani wishes he could just grope her ass and pull her closer, but Leilani did the bold moves.

She turned, facing Harry still grinding, pulling Harry closer, her lips brushing against the base of his neck and she could hear Harry's breathing change, gripping her hips, but not hard enough.

"You're just standing like a pillar. Please dance with me." Leilani says and Harry finally moves. Swinging his hips a bit. They dance for what feels like hours but it's been just thirty minutes. They get a drink, Leilani asking for Smirnoff, and Harry unwillingly hands it to her. Harry got a bottled water, he needs to make sure Leilani will be okay and he does not need Leilani's heavily body built father killing him.

Leilani gulping down the alcohol. Instantly regretting it as she feels her whole body change, she is now in fact drunk. She barely could stand without wobbling, so she decides to take a seat on the breakfast bar high chair. Groaning as she rubs her temples. She's done for the night. Totally done. No more alcohol for her.

A hand rubs her back and she lifts her head up, coming to face Harry. He smiles sympathetically. Harry knows she's out of it and he won't leave her side. Not that he will anyways.

"We should go, Leilani." Harry suggests and Leilani nods her head. He waits til Lei is on her feet and she stumbles a bit, Harry grabs her waist and quickly leave the party. Setting her in the passenger, buckling her up.

They're driving back to Harry's hotel because he will not bring her home drunk to her largely body built father.

"You're so nice." Leilani slightly slurs. "And so handsome." Harry chuckles. "Have I told you that you're like the nicest person alive? And that you're so breathtakingly handsome like fuck your looks man. You're good lookin' everywhere. Like like your hair, fuck I love your long curly hair, and your eyes so fucking green or like gray green sometimes and your lips, those sinful fucking lips that I want to kiss so badly. I hate you. You stupid hot british man. Why did you make me drink so much?"

Harry sits speechless in the drivers seat, smirking to himself because he feels the same way about Leilani. He's enjoying drunk Leilani right now.

"Why aren't you speaking?" Leilani suddenly asks causing Harry to startle a bit.

"Sorry, love, what did you say?"

"What did I say? What did I say? I don't know. Do you have a girlfriend? I hope not." Leilani slurs. Harry pulls up at the valet at the hotel, grabbing Leilani after giving the keys to the valet person.

Leilani buries her face into Harry's side as he guides them back to his room.

"You smell so gooooood. Like really gooood. So yummy and masculine and yummy. God, you are yummy. Those days at the beach, I'd just drool over your bod. You're so fit and yummy and smell so good. What kind of cologne do you use?" Harry chuckles and rubs Leilani's lower back.

Harry sliding in the key card and guiding Leilani to the bed, she plops down and giggles. He smiles fondly her before using the bathroom. When he comes out he finds Leilani's under the thick white duvet, face peeking out, back towards him. He usually sleeps in just boxers but he'll just sleep in athletic shorts tonight.

Slipping in bed next to Leilani, lifting the duvet he gets a glimpse of Leilani's ass. Wait, Leilani's ass? He checks under the duvet and groans. She took off her bra and her pants. He kissed her temple real quick, then turned the other way, after a few minutes he feels Leilani pressed against his back with her arm slung over his torso, he falls asleep ignoring his straining dick.

When Leilani wakes up, she's by herself in bed. Groaning at the massive headache she has, covering her face with a plush pillow, she sits up, rubbing the crust in her eyes and furrows her eyebrows as she glances at the unfamiliar surroundings.

On the bedside table, there's ibuprofen and a cup of water and a breakfast platter with juice. A letter next to the plate,

Pills for your headache and you didn't eat much last night so please eat this.
H .xx

Leilani isn't complaining. So she digs right in after she takes the pill.