( Harry's POV )
3:15 am
I decided to leave a bit after Allison did. I didn't feel like dealing with anyone, tonight was a pretty shitty night.
I just left the girl I was going to hook up with in that bedroom. She was just some whore she would figure out eventually, it's not like I actually has feelings for her or care about what she thought of me.
Allison ended up leaving with Justin, which was also pretty shitty.
I tried to tell her earlier that Justin wasn't right for her, but she blew me off. That's her problem and it won't be long before he fucks her over.... Again.
On the way to my car Zayn stops me, "Hey, have you seen Allison? I've been looking for her, she kind of just disappeared after we kissed."
"Wait, you two kissed? Did you guys fuck?" I ask quickly. Why would she kiss Zayn but then go and tell me to basically stay away from her.
"No, no, she ran out after we kissed and said it was because of her boyfriend. I heard they broke up, so I went for it. I was hoping to sleep with her though," he smirks, "especially when she started to- "
"Well, I don't know where she is and I could honestly care less," I cut him off and casually turn to walk away.
I didn't feel like explaining that she left with her ex-boyfriend. I get in my car and start to drive, not really knowing where to go. I usually end up drinking too much and passing out at the party or at some girls house, I can't remember the last time I actually left a party before that point.
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At a stop light I hear my phone start to ring.
It's Allison. I hit decline and keep driving.
She calls three times after that so I decide to finally answer.
"God damnit Allison, what do you want?"
"Harry." She sounds out of breath, "Harry, please come pick me up, I'll explain later. I'm walking down Washington avenue right now. Please." She's crying. Justin had to have done something.
"Okay. I'll find you," I sigh and hang up.
Why is she walking down a street crying at this time of night? And why do I always give in so quickly when it comes to Allison?
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When I get to her she's only wear a t-shirt that goes to her thighs.
She gets into the car without even looking me in the eyes. She turned her body completely away from me. I roll my eyes then clear my throat. She turns to me was glassy red eyes..
"Allison, what the fuck-"
"You were right,"
We say together.
"Go ahead," I state.
"Well I just want you to know I was drunk and I couldn't control myself one hundred percent," She starts. "And Justin has been my only real boyfriend ever so I always go back to him. So, when people tell me not to go back to him it's kind of hard to listen becaus-"
"Allison," I cut her off.
She sighs.
"Okay. Well, I went home with him, and when we got to his house things go kind of heated..." She looks up at me, I nod for her to continue.
"And he started going over board, like he pinned me down and took more and more of my clothes and his own clothes off. He got on top of me and I tired to stop him but it was too late. He started to-"
"Stop."
"But,"
"No, I can't hear anymore," I state and pull into a diner. She needed to eat something.
We both get out of the car and I realize Allison only has a shirt on.
I throw her some basket ball shorts that I keep in the back of my car for the gym. I take off my shirt and hand that to her also. I know she's wearing Justin's shirt and I can't stand seeing that on her. Her eyes travel up and down my torso.
"Your staring Walker," I smirk.
She blinks and turns away to change her shirt. She comes to join me by my side of the car. My clothes are quite big on her, I've never let a girl wear my clothes before but there was something different about Allison.
"I don't want to go in there like this," she whines.
"You look fine, come on."
( Allison's POV )
I told Harry everything, well everything he would allow me to tell him about what happened with Justin.
I was still in shock, so when we pulled up to a diner I didn't show the excited that was going on inside me but, I was starving.
Once we get out of the car I look down at what I'm wearing and back up at Harry. He already had a pair of shorts in his hands I pull them over my legs and almost laugh at how big they are. I tighten the string so they are loosely sitting on my hips.
Harry grabs the back of his shirt and pulls it over his head. My eyes scan over his inked muscular torso.
"You're staring Walker," he smirks.
I snap out of my dirty thoughts and take his shirt. It felt so good to get out of Justin's clothes. I almost felt the burn slowly coming off my skin.
Harry's clothes looked ridiculous on me, but I guess Harry thought otherwise. When I walked back to him his eyes travel up and down my body, he showed no sign of concealing it.
"I don't want to go in there like this," I say.
"You look fine, come on."
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Code Red
Teen Fiction"The gun shots were followed by screams. This can't be happening, this kind of thing didn't happen in my town, it was only on the news, this can't be actually be happening. "Allison we have to get down," Harry states seriously." *Contains explicit...
