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*Harry's POV*

"Fúck," I groaned as I rolled over on my back and she straddled my waist. "Norah, I said not tonight."

"But I want to," she pouted, her full lips sending a chill straight down my spine. She looked absolutely adorable right now in her black bra and little bootie socks, her hair still pinned up from her date with what's-his-name. "Please?"

I let out a deep breath. "Sweetheart."

"Harry."

"I'm tired, Norah," I snapped, suddenly getting irritated with her persistence. "Get off me and go to sleep."

Her face fell and she sniffled quietly, her eyes never meeting mine as she got off me and shuffled out of the room.

"Asshole," I muttered to myself. "Dammit."

I stood up slowly and shoved my hands into my pockets, my cock still painfully hard and throbbing as I looked around the house for her. I found her in the kitchen drinking chocolate milk straight out of the bottle, except now she had on a pair of black high-waisted shorts and an old white V-neck of mine tucked into them. She looked beautiful.

"Why the hell are you dressed up?" was the only thing that I could think to say. Her eyes fell to the floor and she picked up the black leather jacket next to her slowly, her hands trembling noticeably as she put it on and fixed her hair into a ponytail.

"I'm going to a friend's house," she answered quietly. "You can walk yourself home, right?"

"It's one o'clock in the morning," I scowled. "Whose house are you going to?"

"Phillip's," she sighed deeply. "If you must know."

"You can't go to his house."

"This is news to me," she laughed. "Why can't I?"

I frowned even more at her mocking and she patted my shoulder sympathetically, then left me alone in her cold kitchen.

*Norah's POV*

Harry called me four times in the next two hours, but apparently I was getting way too drunk to even notice or care.

"Norah," Matthew slurred, leaning even closer to me. He was some guy I had only met moments before, but now we were dancing like two people who wanted to have sex right then and there (all thanks to alcohol of course). "N-Norah, I think we should go upstairs."

"Upstairs?" I answered with a shaky breath. I stumbled slightly and he caught me, his large hand wrapping easily around my arm. "I don't-"

"Come on, Norah," he grinned. I found myself nodding along with him and I started to follow him towards the stairs, but was stopped by Phillip's grasp. Matt didn't even notice I wasn't following anymore, and just kept plodding along all by himself.

"What are you doing?" I asked Phillip, my head spinning as his face blurred and then focused again. "I don't need you babysitting me."

"Norah," he smiled softly. There was no trace of alcohol on his breath but mine smelled of it almost enough for the both of us. "I think it's time for you to go home, baby."

I gripped his arms tightly to keep myself steady, but the room still spun as he guided me towards the door.

"I called Harry," he said quietly as he draped his jacket around my shoulders. "Don't hate me for it, Norah."

"I won't," I sighed, laying my head on his shoulder. "He was probably circling the block anyway."

"I wanted to ask you out for a second date, you know," he nearly whispered as we stood in the deafening silence of night. Only the stars made a sound and it was just the faintest of twinkling noises, and could only be heard if you listened intently.

I looked up at him and he smiled weakly, his hand lacing with mine in the darkness. "Why didn't you?"

"Because," he took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "I have this friend."

"Do you love her?"

"No," he laughed lightly, giving my hand a small squeeze. "I think my friend loves you."

"Who is it?" I frowned, pulling away from him quickly. "Who loves me?"

He raised his eyebrows and started to answer, but was cut off by the sound of a motorcycle idling near the curb.

And the rider, clad in a leather jacket and dark jeans, was all too familiar a face to me.

"Harry," I breathed in relief, my whole body seeming to catch fire as he took off his helmet and shook out his curls. My heart began to race when he looked at me, and my soul nearly burst out of my being as he smiled, his dimples showing and his eyes shining.

"Hey princess," he chuckled. "Ready to go home?"

While I was trying to swing my leg over the bike (and keep my shorts pulled down) I could hear Harry thanking Phillip, then they both laughed about something and Phillip went back inside.

*Harry's POV*

Phillip called me around three and I had immediately gotten on my bike, not really caring enough to listen to the actual reason I was needed. I just knew she needed me, and that was enough to send me flying down the interstate.

"Why didn't you bring the Range Rover?" Norah pouted as I helped her get on the bike. "It's a lot warmer."

"You're the one who dressed in practically nothing," I muttered under my breath. She either didn't hear me or didn't care because there was no answer from behind me, only her small arms wrapping tightly around my middle. I tensed involuntarily.

And I had just started the motorcycle when out sauntered the most beautiful girl in the world.

"Harry," she smiled politely. Norah groaned.

My cheeks flushed. "Thalia?"

*Norah's POV*

Of course she would be here. And of course she would look absolutely gorgeous while I was piss drunk, with mascara streaked down my cheeks and a shirt soaked with sweat.

"Thalia," he breathed, his voice shaking slightly. "You look-wow. You just-"

"Thank you," she cut him off with a small smile. "You always were one for compliments, weren't you?"

He grinned sheepishly. "Yeah."

Thalia's honey-colored eyes shifted to me and she nodded politely.

"Norah, you look beautiful," she pushed out with a fake smile. "Very...hobo chic?"

Did this bitch really just call me a hobo.

"Thank you," I said quietly. "You look very pretty, too."

She was wearing some boring shirt and a pair of skinny jeans, her long legs looking even more beautiful than usual. Jesus, how was it even possible to look like that on a daily basis?

Her long black hair was braided down her back and her freckles popped slightly under her heavy smoky eye.

"Well, what are you guys doing out so late?" she asked to break the uncomfortable silence.

"Norah thought it would be a fantastic idea to get wasted, isn't that right princess?" Harry laughed, climbing off the bike. I lost my balance without him and had to very awkwardly shuffle off one leg at a time, which was made even more difficult by my shorts.

"I-" I started to protest. But Thalia's judgmental glare and Harry's mocking eyes made me shrink back. "Yeah."

"Oh, well that's exactly why I don't drink," she said matter-of-factly. "You never know what might happen."

Harry beamed at her. "You're still sober?"

"Never had a sip in my life."

I rolled my eyes and Harry shot me a look, but Thalia was too busy staring at him to even notice.

"What are you doing out so late?" I asked, wrapping my arms tighter around myself. I was freezing and my cute leather jacket wasn't exactly protecting me from anything.

"One of the ladies in my church choir needed me to close up her bible shop while she's away." She turned and pointed up the street. "It's just right up there."

What did I expect? Of course she was closing a freaking bible shop.

"Cool," I smiled.

She nodded and shivered slightly. "It's freezing out here, goodness."

Harry stepped forward and handed her his jacket, which left him in a thin white shirt. I knew he was cold, I could see the goosebumps on his skin but he had always dropped everything for her. Always.

"Thank you," she said, her eyes boring into me as Harry turned around and came to stand next to me.

"Well I better get home," she sighed. "Curfew, you know."

"Yeah, of course," Harry grinned. "Tell your parents I said hi."

"I will. They ask about you all the time actually."

"Really?"

"Yes," Thalia nodded. She knew she had him wrapped around her little finger. She knew it and she also knew that his eyes were on her and her only. He didn't even give me a second glance when I was shaking with cold, but she made one comment and he practically tripped over himself trying to help.

Finally she walked away and Harry watched her the whole time, only looking back to me when she turned the corner.

"I should have offered her a ride home," he said angrily. "Fúck, I'm such an idiot."

We pulled off the curb and I gripped his waist loosely, tears streaming down my cheeks as I rested my head against his back. At the first stoplight I decided that I couldn't take being near him anymore so I carefully climbed off the bike and walked quickly to the sidewalk, which was lit up by all the shops and stores with their Halloween decorations and signs that were already talking about Christmas sales.

"What-Norah," Harry called once he finally realized I wasn't there. "Norah, what the-"

The light turned green and he had no choice but to accelerate, giving me the chance to take off running down the street.

I felt everything and nothing all at once. I was upset and angry and broken. My heart was racing and adrenaline coursed through my body, creating a dangerous concoction as it mixed with the already present alcohol. The result pushed me harder than I'd ever run before, so fast that the tears just streamed off my face as soon as they left my eyes.

"Norah!" Harry's voice rang after me. He was running too, I could hear his feet hitting the pavement and I knew that even at my fastest, he was always faster than me. But I had the advantage.

"Norah, wait!" he shouted. His voice was strained and I could tell his lungs were freezing just like mine.

It was silent for awhile and we just ran like that, our feet falling into a sort of rhythm with each other as we neared the river. The air got colder, the wind picked up, and soon we were running through the pouring rain. And the only thing that made me even consider slowing down was the sharp, stinging pain that was now radiating from the fresh blisters on my feet.

"Shit," I muttered, my foot faltering slightly as another one began to form. I had to stop. Both my and Harry's breathing was erratic, and it wouldn't be long until he had to stop and I would have to run alone in the darkness.

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