A/N: Chapter Playlist

"We Own The Sky" -M83

"Falling" -Tyler Ward

"Dust to Dust" -The Civil Wars

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"You are definitely THAT girl."

"And what is that supposed to mean?" I grin as we pull up to my driveway.

The garage is wide open and there sits my sad car. Dad's just getting out of his SUV with two grocery bags, smiling at us before going inside. Harry and I walk over to look at the damage done to my hood, its not a big deal but it does taint that new car feel. I double-take when I see Harry snapping a picture with his phone, who knows what for.

"What are you doing?" I interrupt his concentration.

"Huh? Nothin'," he wears this smile like he has no idea what I'm referring to. He does that often.

"Now back to that comment, you're not getting off that easy. . ."

"What I meant by that was, you are THAT girl to take home to mum."

I raise a suspicious brow trying to decide how much of that statement is true. I'm tailgating him around as he removes his luggage from the trunk of the rental car and goes inside the house. He quietly sets his bag in the corner by the doorway and squats down to unzip it. I wish he would reconsider staying.

Thinking if the suggestion came from my parents, maybe he'd oblige. Finding them by the sink, cutting and marinating a pile of steaks, I ask them if it would be alright and if they could extend the invitation. My mom washes her hands and wipes them on her back side, I stay behind and watch the conversation unfold. It almost seems like Harry's blushing and the next thing I see, he's picking up his luggage and following her down the hall.

"Dad, Harry invited me to go to L.A. with him for a few days . . ." I wait for his response.

"Yeah . . . are you waiting for my permission?" he chuckles. "You're a grown lady, Jude. But I'm flattered that you still tell me these things. Its hard to pry things out of your mother. I'm jealous of the secrecy between you two sometimes."

"I don't mean to keep anything from you. It's just mom is . . . a little wiser," I shrug and scrunch up my nose.

"Hey, I'm ten years older than her. Shouldn't I be the wise guy here?" he says with his Joe Pesci impersonation, making me laugh on the spot.

"You are funnier, I'll give you that!"

Mom comes back alone and winks at me. She gives me a side hug and I immediately know where this is going.

"I like him," she whispers aloud.

"Yeah, he's a nice guy. Well mannered . . ."

"And he's cute!" mom adds on.

"He has more hair than I do, think you can get him to donate some to your old man?"

"Sure, I'll ask him," I roll my eyes and escape.

I hear them ramble on as I walk down the hallway. Slipping out of my shoes, I knock before entering the guest room, finding Harry sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Are you seriously knockin' to come in? It's not like you haven't seen-"

"Shhh! I didn't want to startle you," I shuffle over to sit beside him.

"I'm just puttin' my trainers on. . . did you tell your mum?" His tone changes.

"What?" I act dumb.

"You know what. . . to get me to stay? See, you're different here!"

"How so?" I lean back on my hands and flash him a girly smile.

"You're bashful. Not like back in London. Don't get me wrong, I think its cute."

"I can't help it, nor can I believe that I did . . . all that stuff."

Harry faces me in wonder. He must be thinking that his assumptions on my "pureness" were accurate while I'm still thinking back on all our intimate moments.

"This could get interestin'. . . Aren't you going to change?"

"Yes! I'm going to get out of this skirt and find my sneakers."

"Thank you for that lovely visual, though I'd prefer the LIVE view."

Raising his hands like he's about to pounce me, I scurry to the door before he gets his paws on me, giggling as I close the door. Once upstairs, I quickly change into a pair of white capris and matching low-tops.

Harry decided to change into shorts as well and now we look like twins with white bottoms.We're back on the road on our way to the Raven Golf Club. I'm a little nervous with this whole golfing thing. I've only done miniature golf and was horrible beyond words. Yet I see how adventurous Harry is and this motivates me to try new things too.

Not sure what's going on, I'm just waiting on Harry to give me the first instructions. He jerks his head to the side in order for me to follow him and we walk around to the snack bar. Pulling some cash out of his wallet he hands me a twenty and points to the register.

"Could you do me a favor?" he asks with a sly grin.

"You are not asking me to buy you alcohol are you?"

"That's precisely what I'm bout to ask you," he winks.

"Ugh, fine. What do you want?"

"A beer and whatever you want for yourself. I'll wait for you outside."

I squint my eyes at him before walking up to the counter to do his dirty work, presenting my ID. I step out to find him driving up in a golf cart. He seems to have all his gear and he smiles gratefully as he sets the beer in the cup holder. I just have bottled water.

"We should have picked up a copy of Golfing For Dummies, I could've read it on the drive over here," I smile.

Harry's backing up to drive onto the path and does his scowl grin combo. "Rubbish! I'm the best teacher there is. Ask Niall."

The scenery is gorgeous. There aren't many people out and those that are seem to be wearing the same clothing but in variations of colors.

"This is the only time you're allowed to drink and drive, eh?"

"Eh?" Harry laughs.

"This is why you like the older ladies, to buy you drinks. . . it all makes sense now," I tease.

"Heyyyyy, watch it!"

"Why, did it hit a nerve?"

"You got one coming! You've been warned."

Harry stops at a driving range, there's mostly older men lined up, but plenty of spots left. Harry takes out his bag of clubs and we walk over to the vacant area. I'm mesmerized by how far these balls are flying but its still hard to see.

"So how many times have you played, like really?"

I raise my hand into a zero and Harry closes his eyes and nods. He searches for a club and guides me further away from the small crowd.

"This here is called a d-r-i-v-i-n-g r-a-n-g-e."

"Yes, I got that!"

"Yes, well mam for the sake of the lesson, I'm gonna have to ask that you leave all questions and comments till the end or I'm gonna have to charge by the hour. Thank you."

There's no way I can keep a straight face after something like that. What a brat!

"Okey, so first, take the club and begin to swing it like this in the air."

I grab Harry's club and imitate the motion, holding the end between my index and thumb fingers, getting a feel for the motion.

"Loosen your wrist and feel the momentum." Harry's concentrating face is slowly becoming my new favorite. He gets another club and comes back. "This is the driver, I want you to hold it close to the head and begin to practice your actual swing. You should hear a swoosh sound."

"Swoosh?" I smile mockingly.

"Yes, swoosh. Focus, time is money lady," he winks again.

I do as he says and Harry comes aside to correct my form. I feel like I'm mentally or physically challenged to do this task. My swing is so slow, I can just imagine little Lux doing way better than me right now.

"It's all in the bending of the el-bows, that improves your speed." I nod like I know what he's talking about.

"Now flip the club and try it again. Swing the head nice and steady but please, don't let go or you'll kill someone. This is verrry serious, people don't understand how life threatening golfing can be," he pretends to be stern but I can tell he's dying to smile.

Harry's accent and dimples have me grinning as wide as the sky. He tells me to observe him and I stare as he positions himself, looking far off and back at the golf ball. With one swift and smooth motion, Harry swings his club like a professional and that ball is out of my sight. As nerdy as this game is, I'm completely turned on by him. He turns back to smile and makes another goofy face. Then its my turn.

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"I almost got it!" I say in my defense while climbing out the car.

"Key word being ALMOST."

"I didn't realize how hard it was, looks so easy on TV."

"That's what they all say. But did you have fun?"

"Definitely. I looked like a dork but I loved it."

The moment we walk in the house we are greeted by all these savory aromas seeping from the kitchen. The smell has spread throughout the entire house; mom must be going all out on this meal.

"My God! It smells amazin', Mrs. Pi-Tammy," Harry catches himself.

"Wait till you try Ron's stakes with his special marinade!"

"My stomach is growlin'."

"Would you like a banana to hold you off?" I smirk.

"How bout we start your packin'?"

"Good idea."

Where to begin? I take out the luggage from my closet, thinking I wasn't going to use them for another month or so, and I set them on my bed. Starting with my intimates, Harry attaches to my hip and helps with my selections. I grab a few casual blouses and two summer dresses, knowing this time the weather won't be like London's. Oh London.

I finish off with a skirt and other bottom options. Then footwear, accessories, toiletries and I'm done. It sounds like a lot but when it's all put away, I have plenty of space for my laptop and a light sweater. Harry places the bags by the door and flings backwards on the bed.

"Are you tired?" I ask while putting away my white sneakers.

"Exhausted . . . and hun-gry."

"What happened to the banana I had on my bed earlier?"

"I ate it."

"When?" I place my hands on my hips not remembering that at all.

Harry shrugs and lifts his hands like a child unwilling to fess up to a crime.

"Monkey!"

"Possibly."

That's it! I have to kiss him now before I explode. Then I'll have to wait, for what will seem like forever, till we can be close again. I lay next to him and our hands automatically find each other. We stare at them and I don't know about Harry but I love the way they look; the way we look.

"Knock knock."

"Don't make me regret this," I turn my head and find him staring at me.

"Knock. Knock," Harry spreads a cheeky grin and lowers his brows.

"Fine. Who's there?"

"Wooden."

"Ugh," a smile interrupts me momentarily, "Wooden who?"

"Wooden you like to know. Eh?" Harry wiggles his eye brows and looks mighty proud of himself. "Another one. Knock knock."

"Who's there? I'm scared to ask."

"Sultan."

"Sultan who?" I think this one might be better.

"Sultan Peppa."

I start laughing not from the jokes but his sweet face, who can resist him. His dimples are hitting me like headlights and I want to bite him, everywhere. Or squeeze him till he's breathless and yelping for air. Or even tackle him, tickle him, any means of playful contact and affection.

I glide my hand over his chest and lean in. With out further a due he rolls on top of me, making me emotional from how much I missed these cuddle sessions. His hand is combing my bangs back as he kisses every inch of my face, though I seize him to focus on my lips. Finally, I have my fill of a heated tongue war and Harry moves down with fervency, face grazing over my shirt.

I hear my dad's voice getting closer and he knocks on the door. I tell him we'll be right down after he announces that dinner is served. My eyes are locked on Harry's, sharing the same appetite for each other. He plants one more kiss on the tip of my nose and helps me to my feet. He's reaching for the door knob but I stop him for one more thing.

"Hey," he turns halfway and I wrap my arms around his waist, giving him a gentle squeeze.

"Aww, thanks baby. I needed that."

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We're coupled on the couches watching my parent's usual Saturday night shows. Harry's arm is around my shoulder with his fingers playing piano on my skin. He's laughing along with my folks and I usually join in since his laughter is so contagious. This is nice, it doesn't hurt to have easy going parents to make this occasion turn out as well as it has. I'm stuffed and feel my eyelids grow heavy but refuse to excuse myself.

I'm awoken by a sudden jolt when I realize that Harry is carrying me to bed. How did I knock out so hard? I feel a kiss press upon my forehead and I quickly grab his hand to prevent him from leaving. Wanting him to lay behind me, he snuggles close in our spooning position.

"You need your sleep baby, we've got an early flight tomorrow."

I grunt displeased.

"I'm going to the other room now," he whispers by my ear, "with or without a goodnight kiss."

Turning around I cradle his cheek, "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure."

"Do you think we'd be together if I had decided NOT to sleep with you?"

Harry looks offended and while I don't mean to hurt his feelings, I need to know. He clears his throat and brushes my face with the tips of his fingers.

"Is that how you feel? Cause I thought you wanted to just as much. You never insinuated anythin' against it."

"No I know. I'm just curious . . ."

"I dunno. . . we would have been friends, surely, but I don't know how the rest would have panned out in such short time . . . where is this coming from? Is Roger puttin' things in your head?"

"Don't be silly."

This is the first time I have lied to Harry. After my interview, Roger and I exchanged a couple of words, including him asking if my relationship was based on Harry's convenience. I hurried off extremely disappointed in my friend. Roger had pulled up several online articles of Harry's involvement with older women a few years back. And it was just that, history, documented evidence of his past mistakes . . . perhaps. Even if he was looking out for me, there had to be better ways to go about it than this.

"Do you regret it?" Harry sits up.

"It was just a question Harry. Don't read into it, sweetie," I answer calmly.

"You haven't answered. Do you regret it?"

"Of course not," I kneel beside him and place my hand on his face to encourage him to look at me but he pulls away, annoyed.

"Don't lie to me, Jude. I'm completely honest with you and I expect the same thing if this is gonna work. If there's no trust . . ."

I feel awful and know I have to come clean, "Roger show-"

"It WAS him then!"

"He's just trying to protect me . . ."

"No, he needs to back the fuck off. You're my girl not his, Jude!"

"What? No, its not like that. He's just like an older-"

"Older brother? Bullshit! I know he likes you, you're jus-just so naive you can't see it . . . but I do!"

Naive? "You're right, I am naive. But you have to understand that before you, he was the only close friend I had, regardless if he's a guy."

"But I'm here now, Jude. I'm here for you. I'm tryin' to reach out to you. To have open and honest communication, because it kills me that I have to spend more time apart than what I get to have with you. I'm takin' all this advice from the lads . . . Louis stuck his neck out for me, so I could leave earlier and surprise you-"

"Harry, Harry calm down," I whisper lovingly. "I'm sorry. I don't want you to doubt me or how much I love you."

"What did Roger show you?" he mumbles a bit irritated.

"It's not important," I try and brush off but Harry glares at me. "They were just some stupid articles about your past relationships . . .with older women . . ."

"That wanker!" he utters under his breath, chest rising. "I need to get some rest," Harry kisses my forehead brashly and quietly bolts out of my room.

All I can think about is how much I regret ever opening this can of worms. Submitting to my bedtime routine, I find myself wide awake with my head sinking on the pillow. Knowing Harry is sleeping in the room beneath mine has me restless.

Before I know it, it's already past midnight and I no longer hear the television downstairs, meaning my parents have gone to bed. I've been fighting back the urge to see Harry, thinking he needs his space, but its destroying me inside. There's a light along with a buzz going off on my night stand. When I scan my phone, I read a text from my one and only.

I can't sleep. I'm sorry sweetheart. If you ever have any questions regarding my past relationships, I'd be more than happy to tell you anything you wanted -H xx.

With that, I leave my phone on the bed and creep out the door. Everything is dark minus the hallway nite lights guiding my path to his room. I open his door and hear the commotion of him sitting up while under the sheets. The outline of his silhouette catches my eye and I lunge straight to him.

I give him a quick peck on the lips, grabbing hold of his neck and pinning my knees on either of his legs. His hands latch on to my waist, whispering apologies between each kiss. I push him back so that we are face to face and I have his full attention.

"Listen, I don't care about your past. And I'm not one for meddling in that sort of thing anyway. I don't need to know and I don't have any questions. All I care about is that you came here to see me when you didn't have to. That speaks more to me than some stupid gossip on the internet."

"Thank you," he replies in a deep voice. "Don't leave."

I break out a wide smile and am proud to find myself in such a dominating position. Harry doesn't seem to mind it either.

"You know I can't . . ."

"I just want to hold you."

Gazing into his dark eyes, I can't resist, I need to kiss him. Not too heavy but at least to enjoy his proximity. I wet my lips and press them against his slowly, then rise back up. His eyes glisten and I dive in a second time, earning a moan from my submissive partner.

"Take note, you are the one initiating this," he adds, husky voice enticing another kiss.

I'm mindful of my thin sleep wear, knowing exactly what I can and cannot do. With my eyes fully adjusted to the darkness, I capture every smile and flirty stare Harry exudes. Carefully lowering my body to extend my legs, I prop my hands at his sides, not breaking eye contact, while his fingers play with my loose hair strands.

"We'd be together. . . what wouldn't I do to be with you . . . even if we never had sex. Even if you never wanted to again," he says softly.

I lower more to rest my chin on Harry's chest, my arms giving out from under me. Eyes are streaming effortlessly and I can't comprehend how my chest hurts with so much love for him. I've analyzed the different types: the crazy, obsessive, compulsive and irrational kinds. I don't know where I fall but I do know and now understand how a person can leave all they have to follow the love of their life. And with that notion comes so many fears.

Harry is wiping away every tear, holding my face with his hands, thumbs growing moist. I see the pools begin to form in his eyes and he smiles slightly embarrassed. It doesn't get realer than this. My mouth mimics his before I can hide my face in his chest. Within seconds his arms are holding me in the best hug one human being can give to another. I feel myself drifting, enjoying each kiss he plants atop my head.

"I love that you are here."

"Me too. . .babe . . .you're kinda pushin' on my stomach," Harry groans when I roll off, both of us trying hard not to giggle too loud.

Notes

So while I was busy writing this chapter yesterday, Midnight Memories MAYHEM happened! Needless to say I didn't sleep last night and am beyond the stars in love with each track.... BUT I'm going to do everything in my power not to use their song titles as a chapter title, although the temptation is so there! And not to worry, I plan on buying the CD once it's out. . .

I wasn't planning on updating till tomorrow, but for the first time I feel like I didn't DELIVER in this chapter?! I really hope you guys like it, I hate to think this is just a filler ? Or maybe I'm too hard on myself? Please let me know what you think?!?

ugh... Gonna pull a blanket over my head now

Te adoro, Ciao Bellas!