Not Every Story is Told

Part 1

Allie knew she was screwed the second she met eyes with Harry Bingham. He wasn't supposed to be looking at her like this. Not here. He must have seen the look in her eyes, because when he came up to her that day after school she saw the same playful look in his eyes as before.

"You're Allie, right?" he asks, teasingly, and she could feel herself smiling slightly. "Shut up! There's no one here, Bingham" she says and he shakes his head. "We don't know that, now do we?" he asks giving her a look. She smirks, shaking her head, and slams her locker shut behind her as she walked down the empty hallway. 

"Fine. I will play along with this stupid game" she asks as he follows beside her. He laughs and she can feel her face instinctively stretching into a smile. "You know Kelly is starting to suspect something is going on between us" he says and her smile disappears. "Really? That's probably because you're terrible at hiding your inevitable love for me" she teases and he smirks before throwing a lazy arm over her shoulder. "Shut up, Pressman. You know you love me" he mutters and kisses along her neck.

"Harry, stop. You said it yourself that we don't know where people are hiding. There could be burnouts anywhere" she says and he groans against her neck making her laugh out loud.

"Using my own words against me, Pressman, cruel. Fine, where do you want to go?" he whispers against her neck and she playfully slaps him away. "That tickles" she mutters and he smiles.

"Do you wanna go back to my house?" he asks and she nods. 

"Told you we wouldn't make it to the house" Harry mutters against her lips as they kiss in his car. She smiles slightly, and pulls his lips back to hers, "Shut up, Bingham. You started it". He pulls back with false offense. "Says the one who climbed into the drivers seat with me" he says and she rolls her eyes. "Yeah, I don't care. Come here... " he murmurs and pulls her back to him. She giggles softly and kisses him back.

"We could just go back to my house instead of lounging in the car" he suggests softly as she starts to fall asleep in his arms, hours later. She nods lazily, and climbs into the passenger seat.

When they get to his house, she climbs out and grabs his hand. "Can't we just take a nap?" she asks as they go up to him room. "Whatever you want to do, Pressman." he says and she jumps onto his bed. He climbs up beside her and she curls up in his arms. Their legs instinctively tangle together and he plays with strands of her golden locks. "Someone has to know eventually" she yawns as sleep starts to take her over. "Yeah?" he mutters and she nods. "I'm positive Kelly knows. Every time we pass you in the hallway she gives me a look and smiles knowingly. Then she'll randomly tell me throughout the day, "You two are terrible at hiding things" or some shit like that" he says, wrapping his arms around her stomach and she shrugs. "I'm good with that. Then if anybody asks where I am, someone can cover for me" she murmurs, eyes already shut.

"Go to sleep, Allie. I'm not going anywhere." he says and she finally lets sleep take over her body.