Dirty Little Secret

Chapter 6 - Allez-vous être mon amie?

Chapter 6: http://www.harrystylesfanfiction.com/Story/36901/Dirty-Little-Secret/6/

I smiled the whole drive home. Something about Harry and our 'forbidden romance' made me feel like I was on top of the world, like the adrenalin from sneaking around and lying gave me a high. I loved to look into his eyes and the way he says my name sends shivers down my spine. His touch is intoxicating and leaves me craving more.

Fuck, what's wrong with me? I can't be doing this, I can't be sneaking around with my teacher, an older man, pursuing an illegal relationship that could cost him his job. That's stupid of me.

But I like him so much, and what is a little bit of sneaking around going to do? As long as him and I can keep it on the download then no harm no foul, right?

When I pulled into the driveway, Troy was just getting out of the car, his hair was mischeveled and the collar on his shirt was fucked up. As soon as he saw my headlights he frantically fixed his hair and adjusted his shirt. He locked the door and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly

I climbed out of the car and gave him a smirk. "How did 'studying' go?" I asked. It was pretty obvious that he wasn't just working on a project with his girl, but he was actually working this girl. I don't know if I should be happy or weirded out.

"It was okay. W-We got most of it done and then w-we hung out and watched a movie." He fumbled, fidgeting with his hands. Troy was never a good liar and he knows that, but you gotta give the kid props for trying.

"Uh huh, well, you have lipstick on your collar." I lied.

"Shit!" He hissed, pulling his collar to try and find the stain. I laughed to myself as I playfully shoved him towards the front door. "I'm kidding, Romeo. You're good to go, but I want to know who this girl is! Why won't you tell me?" I nagged as I opened the door.

"You'll know soon." He replied.

"Promise?" I said with my pinky held up. He wrapped his around mine and nodded his head.

When we walked in we were both casted under the smell of delicious meat cooking in the stove. We followed the scent to the kitchen where Mom was slaving away over the stove. The kitchen was littered with boxes of noodles and jars of marinara piled in the sink. She looked up to the two of us, a piece of her hair falling into her eyes.

"Hey, kids!" She said with a smile.

"Are we feeding an army or something?" Troy teased. He picked up a piece of garlic bread and took a bite out of it.

"No, I have an old friend coming over tonight and I totally forgot about it." Mom mumbled, vigoursly chopping tomatoes.

"Do you need us to go somewhere else for dinner?" I asked.

"The contrary, actually," She said behind the stray hair, "I want you to stay here and help me. Troy, go and sweep the dining room and get out the nice place mats and Belle, you come and help me with the rest of this dinner." She order with the knife in her hand pointing to our spots.

I gladly obliged and finished cutting up the vegetables for her. This must have been a real special friend if mom was going through all this trouble to make a presentable meal for them. Don't get me wrong, mom still cooked for Troy and I but it was really only on big holidays or she had watched a full day of the cooking channel. When my parents were together my father did most of the cooking because that's what he really enjoyed. When they split, we ate pizza for a week before dinner was set on the table.

Mom stressed her out too much by taking this all on at once. She looked completely stressed out to the point where smoke could potentially come out of her ears.