Give Me Love (H.S. Fanfic)

Marking

I awake the next morning with a huge smile on my lips. But when I couldn't feel Harry's arms around me I was a little sad.

I sat up and noticed a little piece of paper with my name written on it, on my bed where Harry was laying. I slowly unfold it as it read: Love, sorry I had to leave. Wanted to see your beautiful face In The morning, but didn't want to get caught. Had an amazing night like always. -H

I smile folding it up and going to my closet grabbing a box and adding the letter to the other little note he wrote when he brought my car back. I put it back up as I noticed I had no underware and I was just in Harry's shirt. Then I giggled thinking how Harry left the house with no shirt on, until I noticed Niall's grey sweatshirt gone from my Vanity chair that he left the other night.

I quickly changed into a t shirt and sweatpants and grab my homework from Thursday and start to do it. Ugh Humanities I just can't get the hang of this class. I need help and of course I have a damn test Monday. As I reread the 3 chapters the test will be over I still don't get the whole concept.

I take out my phone texting Lyndsey.

A: I don't understand Humanities

L: I'm stuck too. Study together?

I think about it. I do need help, maybe Uncle Bobby would let me go to the library. I look at the time and noticed it was just hitting 1 pm.

I walk downstairs and Uncle Bobby was sipping coffee on the couch. "Good morning" he says as he trying not to break the waters between us. "Good morning. I um. I was wondering if I could go to the library and study. I don't understand Humanities, I have a test tommrow, and Lyndsey said she'll help me." I asked nervously.

He studied my face seeing if in telling the truth. Which clearly i am. He nods "sure only because it has to do with school work." I smile and thank him as I go up to my room and text Lyndsey back.

A: sure 2? Library?

L: see you then.:)

As I get into the shower to quickly get washed. I put on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt. As I was putting my hair up I noticed a hickey on my neck. "Shit" I mumbled. I put my hair down leaving it in its natural wave. Thank god it hid it and thank god I had my hair down talking to uncle Bobby. I put foundation, blush, and mascara on, as I grab my books, notes, and cell, and head out the door.

I arrive at the library and noticed Lyndsey already there. She gets up waving to me and I make way to her. As we both say hi and giving each other hugs we sit down and start the studying.

It felt like hours went by but only like 45 minutes. "I just don't get how this" pointing something in the book "goes with this." Pointing at the other page. Clearly frustration was in my voice. I've never gotten a B on my report card. I flip my hair to one side reading that part again.

"What is that?" Lyndsey whisper yell. I burrow my eyes wondering what she was talking about. She points to my neck and my hand immediately went to it as the other fixed my hair. This was going to be harder than I thought trying to hide this.

"Um nothing." I quickly say. "That isn't nothing Alyssa. You got marked." She said. I give her a confused look. Why is she worried about a hickey. Hickeys mean nothing. "It's nothing really." I say as I shrug my shoulders.

"Nothing." She whisper yells. I look at her clearly feeling my face heat up. "It's just a hickey Lyndsey." I say studying her face. Why was she making a huge deal out of this.

"Yeah a hickey. By who." As our voices where still in the whisper mode. "Harry." I say. "Spill it" she demands. I laugh at how she try's to act demanding
but she the most caring, nicest person and wouldn't hurt a fly.

I explained from Thursday night date, to grounded, to sneaking out, the to him spending the night. Leaving out some intimate details but I think she may know what may have happened.

"You slept with him?" She whisper yells. I shake my head no. "No no, we've done um other stuff. I'm not going to just sleep with a guy I just met a month ago and just became his girlfriend. What do you think I am a whore." And she must've known I was hurt that I thought she thought I was. She shook her head no. "No Alyssa never, I knew you were better than half those girls he's been with. I just thought this whole Harry thing for him was not what it is. He marked you that's big Alyssa." She says.

"It's just a hickey Lyndsey." I say. "Okay it may just be a hickey at your old school Alyssa. But here he marked you that's big." "How? Harry's probually marked a lot of girls."I asked confused. "That means he really likes you. And no. He's never marked anyone for years." And I am more confused as before.

"Explain Lyndsey." I say. "Last time Harry dated someone was freshman year. He was dating a junior. He loved her, but clearly it was just a little welcome freshman game to her. She marked him, he marked her. They dated a few months before he lost virginity and she broke up with him breaking his heart. Saying it was all a game and she just wanted to mess with his feelings. He swore then he'd never date again and just mess with girls feeling like his was messed with. That's the reason he is the way he is. But with you. I can tell he finds you different. In confused all about it." She says and continues. "He's never marked any girls he just sleeps or play along with. Not even Nadine." And I smile pokes on my face. Finally I have some thing over Nadine. "Marking someone means they are taken and cannot be touched, or they are dead. So this a huge thing for Harry. Im happy for you, Im just worried." I give her a look. "I don't want you to get hurt." I nod glad that she understands and cares for my feelings.

As we finish up studying everything she said about Harry's past makes sense and why he is the way he is. Sorta sad. But why me. Why did he pick me to be his girlfriend. I'm nothing. Just a broken girl with no parents. And why did he Mark me so soon.

What was so special about me. Plain me. Plain, broken Alyssa Walsh.