I grunt softly, turning in the small bed to see Harry on his phone. I squint from the bright light to see him looking at messages. My hand slides up his bare chest and he puts his attention on me.
"What time is it?"
"Almost ten." he answers.
I frown, looking over my shoulder to see the sun brightly shining through the window across the room. I peek through the curtain above us then quickly close it, rubbing my burning eyes.
"My parents are probably awake." I say, sitting up in the bed. "Did they come by?"
"No, but I heard them." he tells me. "Or else I would've been out of here already." he says then was about to correct himself.
"It's okay, I understand." I laugh softly, sliding down from my bed. "You can't be caught here."
"Thank you," he sighs out relief. "I'm glad you understand and didn't take it out of proportion."
"Uh–" my eyebrows twitch and I giggle. "I don't see why I would, take it out of proportion. We've gone over that I'm a student of yours and it's understandable."
"Sorry," he apologizes, getting out of bed and pulling his shirt on. "I'm just used to getting into an argument."
A knock interrupts our gazing moment and Harry becomes panicked. He wouldn't admit the panicked moment, but he was.
"Ry, mom and dad went out for lunch with aunt Daisy and uncle Bryan." Alec informs me. "I have Stevie here, but I need to run an errand."
"Take him with you." I suggest.
"I'll be gone for a while and the place I'm going isn't for a baby." he says, making me roll my eyes. "Look, I know mom and dad told me not to bother you, but I need to go. I'll pay you double what uncle Bryan is paying me."
I raise my eyebrows in interest. "Deal."
"Deal." Alec closes then becomes silent for a few moments. "Well, are you going to let me in?"
I look back at Harry who shook his head. "Uh no, I-I'll meet you downstairs." I say nervous that he'll be stubborn about it. "I just woke up in my work clothes and– just give me time to get ready." I lie.
"Alright then, but hurry up." he sighs and I hear him shuffle down the stairs.
"I'd seriously like to meet him." Harry smirks. "I'm so curious about what he does to make him this busy."
"He's a drug dealer." I say nonchalantly with a shrug and Harry's eyes widen. "It's just a guess." I laugh. "But I doubt it because he's too much of a wimp to do that."
"Anybody can do anything." Harry says, lying back in my bed. "I'll wait for you up here."
I playfully roll my eyes, pulling on a my shorts from last night. I race downstairs to meet Alec and Stevie sitting on the couch. Alec quickly stands up and hands the baby to me.
"They should be back around noon or later." he tells me. "He's already been fed and changed so he'll probably want to nap soon."
"And you did all that?" I ask astonished.
"No, aunt Daisy did before she left." he laughs about to walk out. "If mom and dad ask, I just went out to the store to pick up something right before they came home."
"I'm not going to lie for you Alec." I shout out before he got into his car.
"Yes you will or I'll tell them the real reason why you lock your door." He threatens. "I know you've got someone up there. I heard you bring him to your room last night."
"I-I don't know what you're talking about." I deny his accusation. "I just don't want to be bothered after this long weekend."
"That's what mom and dad said, but I really know what you're doing, Rylee." he smiles. "Trust me, I've done this myself."
"Whatever Alec," I snap. "Don't you have someplace to be?"
Alec waves off then jumps into his car. I make my way back upstairs to find Harry fast asleep on my bed. One of his arms hung over his face. His chest went up and down as he breathes. I grab a blanket from my closet and some stuffed dolls, letting Stevie lay on the floor. I sit with him for a while to get him to fall asleep, but he wouldn't. About half an hour flies by and Stevie starts to slowly drift off. I get pillows from the linen closet and build a barrier around him. Soon enough, he falls asleep and I sigh out a big breath of relief.
I take this time to do my homework. I sit at my desk, doing classwork I missed from Friday because of the game. Then my phone buzzes with a text from Monique. She confronts me about Brennen and I tell her what I told him. The texts stop, letting me focus on my homework. First, I look at Stevie then Harry who were both sleeping peacefully. I return to my work after a few seconds. Being in the focus zone, I wasn't as aware of my surroundings.
"Rylee?"
My head shoots up and I glance over to Harry. Then I turn completely to see Monique standing there looking very confused. Her eyes went from me to Harry then back to me.
"Monique, don't freak out." I whisper, slowly standing up.
"Don't freak out? Don't freak out?" she snaps also in a whispered tone. "Our coach is laying in your bed and you're telling me not to freak out?"
"I know. It's weird, but-"
"I thought the other guy was– you know who, but I come here to find out it's our coach and might I add, your math teacher."
"Monique, please calm down." I say, looking over at Harry still sleeping. "Can we please talk about this later?"
"Rylee, just tell me if he forced you into doing something with him. I don't want you getting involved with another grown man."
"H-he didn't." I assure her. "Harry is really different from my last relationship."
"Yeah, he's your teacher." Monique points out. "He's a pervert, Rylee. He watches all of us play volleyball and decided to prey on you."
"That's not what happened." I defend him. "I was the one to make the first move. I kissed him one night and things just went on from there. He's in an unhappy marriage and he hasn't pressured me into doing anything. The things we've done so far have been up to me."
"I don't want you to get hurt, Rylee. This is another relationship that will take a turn."
"I'll be fine because we don't have that kind of relationship. We're just two people who kiss occasionally and done one thing."
"You had sex with him!" she blurts out and Harry shifts in my bed.
I push Monique out of he room, shushing her. "No, I did something, but he didn't force me. I promise Harry didn't want this to happen either, but it did."
Monique shamefully shakes her head, glancing down at her feet then back at me. "It's so weird that you're calling him by his first name. He's coach Styles, Rylee, coach Styles!"
"I know, I know." I whine. "Please Monique, you're my best friend and I'm trusting you to keep your mouth shut. I really like having him around and I'll be very upset if he ends up in jail because of me. I promise–" I grab her hands and lightly squeeze them. "I promise you that he's not taking advantage of me. He didn't even want to do it last night after I gave him permission. We just slept."
"He slept over?" Monique asks. "And didn't want to–" she stops to laugh. "Rylee, of course I won't tell a soul. If he really makes you happy then I won't, but if he does anything to hurt you then I'm turning him in."
I exhale deeply. "Thank you so much, Monique." I pull her into hug.
"I just wish you had told me from the start instead of keeping this from me."
"And deal with the reaction you had just now without having any reason to defend Harry?"
"That's true." she giggles. "Listen, I'll call you later and you can tell me more about this. Maybe make me trust coach- Harry a little more."
"You know, I have to tell him about you." I inform her. "Or else it'll be just be awkward, at least for me."
"Do what you've got to do, sweetheart." she pats my shoulder. "Just be careful."
"I will," I nod.