Is this what love feels like? (DISCONTINUED)

Feelings.

Me and Alessia just got to the house and we are getting the boxes out of the boot of Alessia's car, I go to reach for a box and Alessia reaches for the same box and we both laugh at each other. 

"You can take that one, its ok ill take the heavier one." Alessia says with a smile.

"Are you sure I really don't mind you taking the lighter one, I probably have more muscles than you anyway." I say with a slight smirk.

"OI!!, you do not harly how dare you I'm Ms muscles" Alessia says pretending to be hurt.

"Whatever lets just get these boxes in yeah?" I question as we are still standing in the driveway in front of the big house arsenal has rented for us to live in. 

we start walking to the door and before we can even knock Beth swings the door open like she was watching us.

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"Vivi!!!!! look, QUICKK, look at the way Alessia looks at Harly." I half questions.

"Oh yeah, Harly told me she's strait tho, what should we do?" Viv ponders.

"Well we cant tell Less we know she has a crush on Harly, she hasn't even come out to us yet what do we do?" I askes 

"Nothing we do nothing and let it playout how its supposed to go ok?" Viv tells me.

Beth agrees and she goes to the door and swings it open completely failing to hide that she was watching the girls interaction moments before.

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 Alessia and I take the boxes to my room and Alessia leaves me to unpack. 

After about an hour I am  finally done unpacking and she gets a call from a unknown number, she answers. 

"Hello?"

"Hi Harly spence" I could hear the smirk on this persons face.

" I see you have signed for Arsenal, the wrong north London team. don't ya think?" And with that line I knew who it was. 

"Hi father, how did you get my number?" I queried. 

"Now now, isn't a father allowed to speak to his daughter?"! 

"No, not when you walked out on her at 9 with a drugged up mother!!" I was now shouting and I could feel the tears threatening to fall down my face.

a/n: why did he leave harly?