Caught Inbetween

Well. Hello To You Too!

****YOU GUYS THIS IS THE FASTEST I'VE EVER WRITTEN A CHAPTER, OMFG. I'M SO HAPPY. Also today, the class I have with him went fabulously. He wore his underarmour. *.* (which is a really tight long sleeve shirt that he has to wear under his jersey for football) And he sat in front of me and he walked in and he was like 'I like your beanie' and i blushed and was like 'oh...thanks!' and then we talked and laughed ALL period!! Any way,enjoy CAUGHT INBETWEEN(I changed the title)****

Harry's Point Of View-

       The boys tackled her into the familiar cushions, she threw her head back and laughed her hardest,she was still ticklish. I remembered how young she was as her laughter bounced of the living room walls. 'I'm an adult!' she would always complain.

       Her mop of light brown hair went down past her shoulders, ever tangled. Her honey-green eyes sparkled with happiness.

        She was never the same while we on 'business trips', she said she missed us too much. Even mom would say she never seemed to 'glow' like she normally did. I understood what she meant, Bri normally radiated happiness.

         "HELLOOO! EARTH TO HAZZ!" She was waving her hand in front of my face,returning me to reality. "What?" She laughed at my utterly normal response.

        "Did we get it?" The deal, she wants to know if we got the deal. Easy answer right? Not so much,not for me.

           "Yeah, it was sealed two days ago." I uttered the words, despair hitting me.
          "YEEEEE!!!!" she squealed louder than usual, making all of us jump. This deal was going to let her live ANYWHERE in the states she wanted, as long as she attended a few meetings to represent our pack. She immediately ran to hug Liam, and hurt was evident on Niall's features.
        All the lads knew he had the biggest crush on her and I approved of them as a couple. Niall would die for my sister, and wouldn't dare put her in harms way. Physically or emotionally. And from what happened earlier, we all knew she liked him back. Although, I should've guessed it earlier, now that it comes to memory, she was always laughing and blushing with Niall.
Liam would have a fake smile on his face, pretending to be happy. I knew why, she knew why, the other lads didn't however.

                                                            Brianna's Point of View:
         I ran to hug Liam, instinct naturally going to him. I was enveloped in his musky-sweet scent. I was nineteen now, almost twenty. But, the day I turned legal.... well, I had gotten drunk, still a lightweight at the time, and I had begged Liam to drink for the occasion. Harry was the only one sober, being overprotective as usual.
          Liam had been wearing a muscle tank, setting his muscles and many tattoos, on display, a Los Angeles SnapBack and dark wash skinnies with a pair of white high tops. I had been wearing a low -cut,cleavage- showing, high -low dress, paired with grey platform sneakers, and one of Liam's grey a snap backs over my long natural wavy hair. I had only light silver eyeshadow on, and my usual baby lips. (I was never really fond of makeup.)

            I had always found Liam especially attractive, along with Niall. I had never let on that I liked Liam (though, he's caught me staring more times than I could count.) Anyway, Harry insisted we throw a huge party for my eighteenth, liquor and everything. I had had a few sips of one of the boys drinks before, here and there, just to taste, I had never gotten knockered, however.

       That night I decided to get completely and utterly drunk, Liam being my drinking partner. During the high of the party, Liam seemed to look more 'sex-god-who-would-destroy-you-in-bed' than human. So, I started flirting, looking more and more like an idiot by the minute.
      I was cautious, however to not let any of the other boys see us stumble up the steps. I led him down the hallway and into one of the many guest rooms we had in the house, this one being the one he normally stayed in.
*flashback*
Liam's point of view:
     She was adorable when she was drunk. I'm not going to be hypocritical, I was pretty hammered myself. It was the high of her 18th birthday, and we had started flirting. She slyly grabbed my hand, intertwining our fingers. Excused us from our group of friends, saying she had to show me something. It was a damn good convincing lie and I wondered how often she lied to us when sober. But, before I knew it, we were up the stairs and going down the hallway. She looked back constantly, checking to see if anyone had noticed, or was following, but we were in the clear. 

     As soon as we were in a guest room (my guest room to be exact) I lost all control and found myself pinning her against the wall, bruising her lips with my own, earning a moan. I smiled at the sound and into the kiss, after thinking for so long that I would never be able to hear it. Her long fingers clutched whatever of my hair that they could, pulling softly.

Not bothering to control my self. I moved my hand to the rim of the dress and tugged asking for permission. i felt her hands on mine helping me pull her dress over her head. She was only 5'2 but damn, she worked it. She was a high B-cup, a perfect fit into my hand. Her hips and her bust complemented each other perfectly. Realizing where my gaze was, she started to turn a light pink, the moonlight streaming from the window hitting her in the most beautiful way. She had a surge of confidence and stepped forward to strip me of my shirt and jeans. What happened next, you could easily guess * I'm not capable of writing smut lol sorry @ horndogs* We were getting dressed again when Harry walked in. His gaze scanned the room. The sheets were dishuveld and stained with a small bit of blood as evidence as to what had happened. A growl seemed to come from the deepest part of his soul, hands clentched into fists at his side. "Who's idea was it?" His eyes seemed to burn into her skin, already knowing the answer. "Mine." the words sounded like they were being clawed by a tiger from the inside out, a tear slowly running down her pale cheek. "Did you hurt her anymore than needed?"Harry had lost his virginity when he was 14. The same age I had, a different year because of the age difference. (When he finally told his parents they weren't very pleased with the lad, but were glad he used protection.) "Of coarse not, I would never." He looked us both straight in the eye and said,"I never want to hear of this again, and neither of you will tell a soul, understood?" We both nodded, this was our secret.

FOREVER AND ALWAYS.