Ria

battle of the popular

Harry's POV

I didn't mean my compliment to sound patronizing, I myself didn't know why I said it, I just knew I wanted to tell her how beautiful she looked tonight.
I was shown into the dinning room , and the table was impressive if I was given to exaggerations I would say the table looked a mile long.
"My mum likes to have friends over for dinner" she said as a way of excuse for the monstrosity that was called a dinning table.
"Its okay" I replied .

It would seem that ria wanted to give the air seriousness and avoid any sign of intimacy , cause that was the only reason she would invite me to talk in the dinning room.
My thoughts went to, how I made sure ria didn't go out with Eric this night, I knew it was kinda diabolical but I just couldn't stop the surge of jealous that went through me when I imagined them going and having fun and being cozy together. I knew I had no right over ria, but my heart won't listen to my head.

I Pulled some strings to make sure Eric was occupied tonight that he wouldn't have the time to go out with ria, there was some perks to have a very wealthy and powerful father and I wasn't that much of a saint ,as not to know how to wield that kind of power for my own personal gain.

"Would like to drink something ?" Ria asked breaking off my mental reverie
"Water would be okay" I replied.
While ria went to get the water , I couldn't help but survey the house, what kind of childhood did she have, why didn't she ever talk about her dad. All this question were going through my head when ria returned with a glass of water for me.
"Where's your dad ria"

Ria's POV

I was dumbfounded by the question, of I was expecting anything from harry it wasn't that, and now I couldn't even use the excuse of getting something to drink to compose my self.
"Why do you ask" I replied shakily
"I was just wondering about it, you talk about your sister and your mum but never about your dad , why?"
"He's gone" I replied my gaze hardening, I just couldn't keep my emotions in check when it came to my dad.

"Am sorry , I didn't know he was dead" he apologized
I wished I could just leave harry with that his misconceptions but that would be wrong and I detested lying by any form even though its by omission.
"No he isn't dead but sometimes , I wished it so." I said a little bitterly.
"Why? Am sorry for asking but isn't that a bit harsh" harry said a bit puzzeled by my answer.
"No it's not, for a man who was always working, never having time for his children that's a very  light sentence"

" my mum and dad are always working but you don't see me hating them "he said while placing his hands on mine, the gesture made me feel warm inside and it felt nice having someone to talk to about my intense hatred for my dad, dislike was too mild a word to use. I didn't know when I started to talk but it felt good to release the burden inside me to someone.

" it wasn't only the work ,my dad was always coming up with excuses not be home during the holidays, saying that was when he was at his busiest, what a little fool I was back then "I smiled derisively
"I don't think there is any one that can call you a fool ria"

"They can't now, but back then I was gullible, always wanting to be in daddy's presence, well guess what,he wasn't working, he was screwing the hell out of his secretary on his office desk"
"Woah, I wasn't expecting that" harry said
"Neither was twelve year old me, I was shocked and sad I went home crying to my mothers arms, it would seem she knew or rather guessed what was happening and my tears confirmed her suspicion" I hiccuped, I forced myself not to cry ,I don't cry anymore.
"Its okay to want to cry" harry said soothingly.
I didn't know the exact point during the story when I sat down on harry legs, all I knew was that I felt comforted by this gorgeous nerd of a guy.
"I don't cry" I replied still hiccuping.
"Am sorry" he said
"What for, am the that should be apologizing, sitting on you like this" with that I tried to get up but harry pulled me back.
"Am sorry about brie, there is really nothing going on between me and her, she was the one who kissed me"
"Why did you allow her to do so?"I asked a little miffed
" I guess I was just being dumb, please forgive me"he did look genuinely sorry.
"Okay I will, just this time"
"Thanks" we were suddenly silent and looking at each other, nobody wanted to break eye contact.
Harry's hand cupped my face and I was staring directly into his eyes,being swallowed up by the depth I saw in them, when he kissed me, it wasn't like the rest, it was slow and sweet as though he was savouring the kiss, it was electrifying, and I wasn't a bit worried that we were making out in the dining room.I kissed him back with all the passion I could muster . let me give it to harry ,he got roving hands, soon my top was discarded.
"You are beautiful ria" harry said a bit huskily.
Soon we were kissing again and thus time it was unrestrained as though the barrel that keep our emotions had flooded,I was so caught up in the sensation that I didn't notice when harry unhooked my bra. This is where we should stop ,I told myself but I just couldn't bring myself to , but one thing I knew for sure was that ,I wasn't going to have sex on the dining table.