My Sisters Boyfriend.

Chapter 13

Alison's P.O.V

A month later, London was out of the hospital only with a broken arm. Dylan and I were practically friends with benefits, and Harry was so not okay with that. Harry and Brandi were still dating, but he always tried to flirt with me and him and i both knew it was never going to happen.

I arrived at Dylan's drive way and rung the doorbell waiting for him to open the door. But Dylan didnt open the door this random girl with blonde hair did.

"Hi, is Dylan here?" i asked generously.

"He is busy, with me." She said then slammed the door making me flinch.

Wow, what an asshole. Now i know not to speak to that jerk i thought to myself.

I drove back to my boring old house having to spend my Friday night doing nothing.

I finally got home and went straight upstairs to my room missing dinner. I lost my appetite after thinking about what Dylan and that blonde could be doing.

I entered my room and gasped at what i saw.

"Harry!" I blurted, he was reading my journal, the one with all my secrets I've ever had. Harry jumped and just looked at me in shock.

Anger took over me quickly and i ran towards him to take the journal away.

"What is your problem?" i yelled.

Harry put his hand over my mouth, then whispered in my ear "Brandi is asleep and i don't think you want to wake her up."

Harry let go of his hand and i blurted "And that gives you the right to look at my personal stuff?"

"And thats why your doing Dylan?" Harry snapped.

I was so angry, i don't know what Harry read or how long he's been in here but he knows things nobody does. I dropped to the floor and put my hand to my hair. i don't care how dramatic i looked Harry saw stuff he was never supposed to know.

Harry kneeled down in front of me and lifted up my sweater that i was wearing and looked at my wrists. He ran his thumb over them and said "Oh Alison, why didn't you tell anybody?" Harry said quietly.

"You wouldn't understand." I said feeling like shit. I had a past where i would cut my self. There was so much stuff going on that i just didn't know what to do and my only option was to give up.

Harry lifted my chin so my green eyes could meet his and looked at me so meaningful that i felt like we were communicating without even saying a word.

I leaned my face into Harry and kissed him, i grabbed his hair and pulled him in closer. His lips felt perfect but this time there was much more meaning to this kiss.

I loved this boy and i will always have.

Harry got up to his feet and helped me up, went to lock the door. Harry was texting someone, "Brandi thinks i left, i just send her a message she will see it when she wakes up." "Now where were we?"

Harry kissed me hungrily, we made our way to the bed. I was on top of Harry kissing him as I thought about everything we could've had if i wasn't so shy, so i am making up for loss time.

I took his shirt off and ran my hands over his perfect body. I kissed him again but he flipped me over, so he was now on top of me. Harry kissed my neck making me moan softly.

Harry sucked on my neck, knowing that would leave a mark. "You know I've liked you since the 9th grade." Harry said in between kisses, "I've always wanted you so bad and i have you now." Harry said cheekily.

He took off my shirt as i unbuckled his jeans seeing the huge bulge from his boxers. I put my hand inside his underwear and started giving Him a hand job. Harry moaned my name and I saw how much pleasure i was giving him. Harry came, and then whispered "my turn." ,Giving me goosebumps. Harry set me on my back then took off my shorts.

"We shouldn't be doing this." Harry said.

"Whatever happens, don't stop." i whispered back.