"Daddy, continue with the story, pleaseee!" my bella pleaded. I looked them both in the eyes, knowing that they both knew the story but anything that was to do with their beautiful mum they would hear over and over again.
"Ok, this bit happens a few days after the mall...." i said as i continued, god this part would be hard, but it has to be told....


It had been three days since Harley had returned to london, she had seen all her old 'friends', they were just bitches, to be perfectly fair but they were there for her after her Zack had been murdered. Not alot of people were. Her brother and james just hid themselves in cacoon, and that angered harley. Couldn't he see that harley hurt just as much as james? Eh? No he was to god damn selfish to understand a womens feelings, even after her miscarriage with zack's unborn child and he still wasn't there for her. She hated him, could you blame her, really? I mean so what if he was having problems fucking some unknown girls, she was having problems too you know, like sleeping, eating, working, drinking. But they must never know that, not after what happened last time.
Harley and James used to be inseperable, best of friends until one night. They had decided to go clubbing, harley was only 17 but was easy for her to get into any clubs, look slutty, flirt and give bouncers her number, easy. James had always laughed at her as she made eyes at the bouncers, but had to pretend to be mad seeing as they were 'together' when they went out. Greg never knew of there little clubbing adventures, but i doubt he would ever like to know the truth. The last night they ever went out together, was one filled with sexual tension, booze and an unknown feeling? They passed it off as lust. she always looked good when she went out. She wore a short emerald green boobtube dress that landed on her thigh her raven black hair was done in loose curls, and she wore black high heels so she could try and at least reach james' shoulders. James wore a pair of dark blue slim fit jeans with a black shirt that wasn't tucked and he looked sexy. As soon as they got in the club they were all over eachother dancing. They were bumping and grinding and touching in places they would never of normally done. They both knew that if they didn't stop now, they would be playing with fire. They didn't care to caught up in the moment, but what Harley did next shocked them both, she pulled his head down to lip level and kissed him a hot passionate lust filled kiss. He kissed back just as hungrily, and pulled her out of the club and into an alley way. They were both as horny as each other, james hoisted her up around his waist and she could feel his hard on.
"we.. we.. cant!" harley stated breathlessly as she pulled away. James looked visibly upset which made harley groan, James took that as a sign to keep going and continued placing kisses on her neck.
"we... cant... not.... here....at... oh god... fuck it." She gasped as she pulled him deeped into the alley way and they continued.
After that night they both agreed not to go out again, even though it was the best nights of either of their lives. But james could never let her know that. James dropped her off at around 3 am, after about 3 times of sex in the alley. Both still wanting more.
The next day was awkward for harley, James was coming round to hang out with greg. Harley tried so many times to talk to james and let him know that last night wasn't a mistake, and she did have feelings for him, bu james just ignored her. Her like/love turned to hate in one day, after the best sex of her life she couldn't just be ignored, thrown out like a cheap whore, she wasn't like that and he knew it. So since that night they both continued thrown abuse at each other laced with hate. But that was three years ago nearly. She had grown and was sitting on the same breakfast stall as she had been the day she realised he had loved him, they day she turned that love to hate. Just as she was 'eating' her porridge, by eating she was turning it around with her spoon and putting the micro bit in her mouth, she wasn't very hungry. No one had noticed her lack of appetite recently. Just as she was about to throw her porridge away James walked in. She inwardly groaned.
"Not going to eat that?" he asked skepticly.
"No you can have it." And threw the bowl at him and went to walk out, he grabbed her arm fiecrfully and pulled her to eye level, his eyes filled with mixed emotions, she couldn't work out.