Understatement

V

Louis

I watched as my parents' minivan backed out of the driveway before I picked up my phone and texted Harry.

Me: Would u like to come watch a movie at my house?

My heart started racing in my chest. What was I doing? I'd already blurred the lines today at the hole. I should have never talked with Harry about secret desires. But just thinking about the intense gleam in his eyes as I'd explained what I wanted to experience made my body flush with excitement.

Harry: Ur parents?

He knew my parents well enough to know they would never be okay with me spending time with him. I hated how everyone assumed the worst about Harry. Just because his mum was trash didn't mean he was. He had the same blood in him that Liam did.

Me: Out of town 2night

My step-dad had planned a surprise weekend getaway for my parents' anniversary. I'd known about it for a week, but he'd just told my mom this afternoon. They were both safely on the road to Birmingham now.

My phone rang, startling me so badly that I dropped it. Scrambling to pick it up, I worried it might be Liam. I'd never be able to keep the guilt out of my voice if I had to talk to him.
It was Harry.

"Hello?" I said.

"I'll leave my truck at the park and walk to your house through the woods. Unlock the back door for me."

He didn't want anyone to see his truck here. I knew it was for my benefit, but it was probably best he didn't park outside my house. He was just my friend, but . . . he was also a boy. A bad boy. Louis Tomlinson didn't have bad boys over while his parents were away.

"Okay, if that's what you want to do."

"It is." His deep voice made me feel tingly inside.

"I'll see you in a little while then," I replied.

"Yeah," he said before he hung up. I stared down at the phone; I was torn between excitement and fear. I was going to get to spend more time alone with Harry. I'd missed him. Being able to be honest with someone was nice. I didn't have to pretend. Then there was also the fact I liked the way his eyes sent shivers over my body as he stared at me. There was something wicked about Harry that drew me to him. What was wrong with me? Why did I want to sin so badly?

I dropped the phone on my bed and headed to the shower. I wouldn't think about the rule I was breaking. This wasn't anything bad. It was a small rule if you thought about rules in general. I mean there were bigger rules I could break. Besides I needed to break some rules before I went crazy.

* * *

A light knock on the back door sent the butterflies flapping around in my stomach into a frenzy. I heard the latch on the door as it opened and closed. I quickly slipped on a white eyelet sundress after trying on several other more casual outfits; I'd decided I wanted to look nicer. The short I had on we're just above my knees, more on the tighter side, so it looked casual enough for a movie night. Maybe . . .sort of. I studied my feet. I decided to stay barefoot. Even more casual.

I headed down the hall to greet my guest. The air entering my lungs was stalled when I saw Harry standing in the kitchen. Black had always looked good on him, but having him stand in my kitchen in a tight black T-shirt and a pair of low-riding jeans made me a little dizzy. When my vision began to blur, I realized I was holding my breath.

"Hey," I managed to say, mentally cringing at the breathless sound in my voice.

He nodded and gave me a small smile before walking over to the fridge and opening it.