Alex's POV
I wasn't upset. I was just concerned. It was so unlike my grandad to even want to have a three
some which made me think there was more to the story that i hadn't been told. But maybe i was wrong, maybe he was a complete different person than i knew, we all had a sexual need.I shook my head and sighed. Harry was a dickhead for telling me. I knew my obsessive thoughts wouldn't let this one go.
Then there was a tug at my curtain and a deep voice.
"Alexandra" he said quietly.
"what harry" i say looking at him, he had deep green eyes and rough brown hair. He wore a black t-shirt and black jeans. His skin was tanned from the sun.
He was quite attractive.
I saw his eyes scan my body.
"Get down" he motioned
"No"
"Alexandra just come on"
"No"
"Right if your not coming down im coming up"Harry mumbles as he climbs up and sits on my bed with me.
"Harry get down" i laughed nervously.
His eyes scanned my crop top that revealed my boobs slightly.
"My eyes are up here Styles" i mutter as he stops staring and looks up at me.
"Yes i know blondie but i can't stop myself from looking" he smirks
"Oh fuck off and get down" i mutter
"No no no. Listen, i shouldn't have said anything about Louis and John to you"
I nod at him slowly, not grasping what his point of somewhat apologizing was. What was he looking for, sex?
"Speak Alexandra"
"What do you want me to say Harry? Oh its alright darling,lets go have sex! Well you're not getting that!"
He rolls his eyes.
"Im not looking for sex" he says agitated.
"Sure" i say unconvinced.
"I'm not" he says again.
"Well if you're not, go back downstairs and pretend nothing has happened Harry. I just want to rest"
He looked at me unsure. He had a look of uncertainty on his face. It was like he wanted to say something but he didn't or couldn't. It was a strange scenario.
"If thats what you want" he says as he backs down from the bed. I frown and tuck myself under the blanket until im woken up again.
-.-
"Alex, its 11am" i heard a gentle voice say. It was Zayn. I felt his fingers slide along my waist.
"Stop" i murmur.
He smirks and runs his hand along my thighs.
"Zayn stop" i say again, more powerfully now.
He didn't stop. This was when he got involved.
Harry ran over and pushed Zayn back away from me.
"Jesus Zayn i said wake her up,not fucking sexually assault her" Harry hisses
Zayn comes back from being pushed away and he hits Harry.
"Stop being obsessed with this fucking girl you dickhead. She wants nothing to do with you" Zayn says angrily. We heard shouts come from the top of the bus, asking for us to stop fighting and go settle down.
"Come on Alex" he said to me softly. For once he called me Alex, it was strange and different but, refreshing.
I climbed down and he took me by the wrist and led me to some sort of kitchen/eating area.
Harry pulled food out of the fridge. A sandwich and a smoothie.
"Eat" Harry demands, but his demand was gentle. Different than usual.
"Why are you being so nice.. and why did you help me, from zayn."
He frowns
"I didn't help you and im not being nice"
"Harry cut the bullshit and stop acting like mr tough guy, you helped me. Who knows what would of happened next? Maybe Zayn would've snuck his hands down my jeans and grab my little red lace th-"
"Stop." He says, visibly flustered.
I giggle and take a bite of the sandwich.
"I helped you because i knew you would help me." He says, fear in his eyes.
"Because im a nice person" i say quietly.
"No. Because its your job" he says and gets up and walks away.
There he was back again. The same usual prick i was used to.
-.-
Harrys POV
Harry walked back into the rest of the group. Zayn had his top off. There was two bruised hand prints on his shoulder from where i pushed him off.
"You gonna say sorry or what?" said Liam looking at his friend
"No" i say to him.
"You can't leave Alex alone!You have issues Harry, don't bring her into them" Zayn says
"Im not bringing her into my problems. Alex is a big girl she can clearly see i have issues and if she wants to interfere thats her own doing."
"Harry she's 18 and your 21 she doesn't know any better"
"What is she doing thats wrong? Checking up on me? I already told her to fuck off that i don't need help so you's lay off her too" i say angrily. Storming into the bathroom.
I turned on the shower to drown out my stress. I splashed my face with cold water. I grabbed my pills from a toiletry bag under the sink.
Citalopram/Cipramil: Anti-Depressents. I take my dose of one with water and swallow.
After a moment or two, i feel my troubles melt away in my head. It was quiet, for once. I stripped down and stepped into the shower in the tour bus. We were lucky to have all these things.
I finished in the shower and realised .. shit. I have no towel. I couldn't text the boys which meant i only had one option left which was to text Alexandra.
Harry: hey
Alex: who's this??
Harry: guess
Alex: definitely zayn xx
Harry: no fuck off
Alex: im joking. Judging by your "guess" i know its harry. And the jealousy of zayn.
Harry: im not jealous of zayn.
Alex: whatever. What can i do for you?
Harry: towel and clothes from my bunk
Alex: ok, but first .. the p word
Harry: penis ?? Pussy?
Alex: please you fucking dickhead
Harry: i prefer to be called wanker Alexandra but ok x
There was a knock on the door.
"Open up you wanker" she says. I smile. She took my preferences into consideration when she verbally abused me. How thoughtful.
"Alex my cock is fucking out you can't come in"
"Ill cover my eyes" she says as she pushes down on the handle and hands me the towel and clothes as i wrap it around my waist.
My dark hair hug down my neck as Alex admired my body. I started to feel embarrassed .
"Okay fuck off perv let me get dressed"
She rolls her eyes.
"You were looking at my tits earlier, it was only fair i got to have a look back" she smirks and she walks out.
So classy,but yet so fucking cheeky Patterson.
She made me think twice everyday since i met her at that concert.