[COMPLETE] Alexis Pierce is best friends with Gemma Styles, they are inseparable you could say. But always being over at her house has some pros to it. That's her brother, Harry Styles. Alexis finds herself falling for him, and maybe, just maybe he...
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Alexis Pierce "Wake up!" I get shaken.
"Yeah, wake up!" another person shakes me. I groan and open my eyes, blinking a few times. Two pairs of big blue eyes meets with mine and I sit up and yawn, rubbing my eyes.
"What?" I huff. "I was sleeping," I yawn again. I sit up and stretch, Ava running out my room and yelling for my mom, Louis now sitting next to me.
"You look like shit," he says and I giggle.
"Thanks," I run my fingers through my hair a little bit, to fix it up. I look at Louis getting comfortable, a thing he always does on a Saturday morning. He just comes over, wakes me up and has another breakfast here. We love him though.
"God, I like Dylan," he breaks the silence as I lay down, next to him.
"You do?" I smile.
"Mhm, we were face timing all night," he sighs happily.
"Oh Louis that's great, I'm happy for you," I smile.
"But he doesn't go to our school," he sighs. "And that's what I don't like,"
"I'm sure'd you'd figure it out," I say, playing with his soft hair.
"Should I dye my hair blonde?"
"No!" I decline immediately. "Don't, I love your hair,"
"Hmm," he shrugs. We stay quiet, he just lays there but I'm thinking about Harry's who I know for a fact he sleeps like a log. "Who are you thinking about?" he whispers, noticing me blushing and smiling to myself.
"Um..." I bite my lip. I can tell him, I think. "If I tell you, you cannot tell anyone," I point. "I mean it,"
"Okay...?" he says suspiciously.
"So...last night," I go on, sitting up. "I may have...had sex with Harry," I say the last part quickly, folding my lips in a line. He stares at me not believing it.
He then starts laughing. "You dream some weird shit," he laughs, shaking his head.
"Do I have to show you the condom?" I arch a brow.
"That was probably from Tristan," he still doesn't believe me.
"That was in his car," I shake my head. "I did, see?" I pull my hair off my shoulder, giving view to my neck which has a small hickey that was hardly visible from his lips. "I didn't have this yesterday,"
"Wait..." he said. "You're not lying? You fucked Harry Styles?" he gapes. "You..fucked...Harry Styles? like Gemma's brother, Harry?"
