Harry's POV

"I think I like the drunk Harry better." Addie laughs and the sound of it makes me smile.

"I always like you." I tell her and press my luck by wrapping my arm around her shoulder.

She doesn't make any attempt to stop me or remove my arm, and I'm relieved.

"Especially when you let me kiss you." I lean in closer to her, whispering in her ear. I know it makes her go crazy, I can see the bumps raise on her soft, tanned skin. I love the effect I have on this girl.

"Alicia's probably looking for me..." She tries to tell me, but I can hear the distraction in her shaky words as I press my lips behind her ear, the smell of her hair is much more intoxicating than the alcohol I have consumed this evening.

"She's fine." I tell her, I want her to stay with me.

"I should go find her." Addie stands up, forcing my arm off of her.

"Sure." I tell her. I don't want to make her angry because we've been really good the last hour.

"See you at school..." She looks back at me one last time.

"Yeah, night Addie." I tell her, trying my best not to sound like I'm pouting, even though I am on the inside.

Why the fuck did you kiss her? Dammit Harry, she was just about to give you another chance, and then you had to pull something like that. I couldn't help it though! The way her hair smelled when I whispered into her ear, I couldn't control myself, I had to kiss the sensitive spot behind her ear. I know that's her sweet spot.

"Fuck!" I shout and stand up.

Before I can think, I knock all of the books lined up on the shelf off.

Why am I such a fuck up?

I reluctantly head back upstairs to the party. The alcohol is wearing off and I just want to go home. I brought Louis here, but I'm sure he'll end up staying here tonight, so I don't bother telling him I'm going to leave.

When I get outside, the cool September air relaxes me, that is until I see fucking Niall talking to Addie. Why is she getting into his car?

I search my pockets for my phone, and of fucking course, I don't have it. I must have left it in the basement.

I practically run inside as Niall's car pulls away from the house. I can't find my phone anywhere, and my frustration and anger gets the best of me when I punch the wall.

"Jesus Christ." I mutter to myself and shake my fist. That wasn't drywall, it was brick.

I wince when I look at my knuckles, now covered in blood.

I forget the pain of my hand when I remember Niall has Addie in his car... Alone.

I can barely stand still as I wait for him to pick up his damn phone.

"Niall." I snap when he finally answers.

"What's up?" He says cheerfully.

"Bring Addie back right fucking now!" I yell.

"Calm down, I'm just bringing her home?"

"I don't fucking care, come back!" I order again.

"No I'm not coming back, chill out mate." He hangs up.

Oh, the nerve of that kid. If I hadn't fucked up my fist already, my hand would have made more contact with that wall.

There's no way I'm staying here. I better just call this night a loss and finally leave like I was going to do earlier.

I avoid everyone as I walk to my car and drive back home.

"Addie?" I say out loud to myself and narrow my eyes once I pull onto my street.

I'm almost certain that that's her sitting outside her door... Is she crying?

As I drive closer and closer to my house, I confirm that she is crying. Fuck, it's probably because of me again.

I quickly park my car in my driveway and jog over to her house.


Addie's POV

Just great. Harry is home, and I'm positive he just saw me because he's coming over here. The last thing I want is for him to see me pathetically sobbing over here.

I try to wipe my nose and eyes to get myself together before he comes over, but it's pointless.

"Addie, what's wrong?" He frowns and crouches down in front of where I'm sitting so we are at eye level.

I don't know why, but his words trigger more tears. My head falls to my lap as I cry, and I allow him to wrap his arms around me.

"Addie, please tell me what's wrong... Is it me?" He asks.

I shake my head, and sniffle.

"What is it then?" He asks again. I'm surprised by his sympathy. His tone holds no sarcasm, mock or humor.

"I don't want to talk about it." I finally tell him. I'll just come off as more pathetic if I tell him the true reason for my tears.

"Okay..." I can tell he is frustrated with me, but he doesn't want to press me for answers. "Why don't you go to sleep? It's late, I'm sure you're tired."

He stands up and sits next to me, keeping his hand on my back, tracing circles over my shirt to comfort me.

"I don't want to go back in there." I'm sure my mom is waiting for me so she can continue to yell at me.

"Addie, what happened?" He takes my chin and forces me to look at him.

I shake my head and look away from him, hugging myself to keep me warm.

"Shit, here." He stands up and shrugs off his coat before draping it over my shoulders. If I wasn't so cold, I would have rejected his gesture.

"Thanks." I whisper.

"You can come to my house?" He asks quietly and I immediately look at him.

"I won't do anything, I swear." He holds up his hands and I weakly smile. "Please... Just to get some rest? We don't have to talk."

Before I can think, his offer seems to pleasing to resist. "Sure."

He stands and holds his hand out to help me up.

"What happened to your hand?" I gasp and pull it closer to my face so I can examine the torn, bloody skin of his knuckles.

"I punched a wall when you left with Niall..." He says, running his free hand through his hair.

"He just brought me home." I state.

"I know... I just.. I got a little jealous." He stutters.

"Oh." I don't know what else to say. I know I feel happy with what he just revealed, but I don't want to admit it. "Are you still drunk?" I had to ask.

"No." He chuckles. "I wouldn't have driven home if I was." He says more seriously.

"Isn't your mom home?" I ask him once we get into his house. It looks similar to mine, but much more homey.

I know my parents would kill me if I let Harry come over this late... Fuck! How am I going to explain this to them? Right now, I don't care. I feel comforted being here with Harry. It's an unexpected source of comfort, but I'll take what I can get right now.

"No, she's visiting my aunt in London." He says and continues to walk up the stairs, I assume to his bedroom.

"Oh.." Fuck. No one is here if he tries to pull anything on me. Hopefully this nice, caring Harry will stick around at least until tomorrow.

"Here." We stop in his room and he pulls out a pair of sweatpants and a plain black shirt.

"Thanks." I take them from him. "Turn around." I tell him so I can change.

"No." He smirks and begins to pull off his own jeans.

I sigh loudly enough for him to hear and he smiles. I quickly pull off my shirt and put on his, and do the same with my pants.

"Don't be shy, babe. You're beautiful." He says, but I can tell he didn't mean to by the way he quickly looks away from me to grab himself some shorts.

He doesn't put a shirt on after pulling on a pair of athletic shorts, but I must say, I don't mind. His toned stomach is quite the view.

"We should get some rest." He says and walks over to shut his door.

"I can sleep on the floor.." I offer, standing awkwardly by his dresser.

"Definitely not, get in." He demands and holds up the blanket for me to get under.

I oblige and scoot under the warm blanket. My eyes search for any object when he switches off the light and I can't see anything. I'm startled when I feel the mattress sink next to me. So we are sleeping in the same bed...

When he doesn't say anything, I turn away from him and face the wall, attempting to get some sleep. Tomorrow will be hell, that's for sure.

I hadn't noticed I started crying again when he wraps his arm around me and pulls me back so I'm pressed against his naked torso. I just couldn't keep my mother's words from repeating in my head.

"Talk to me, Addie. Why are you crying?" He whispers.

I wipe my eyes before flipping over to face him.

"Just something my mom said to me when I got home." I admit.

I feel oddly comfortable with Harry at this moment. I have obviously never been in a bed with a guy, but it feels so natural with him. The way he has acted tonight makes me hopeful.

"What did she say?" He places a hand on my cheek and caresses it. His thumb wipes a tear that begins to fall.

"Just how she thinks I've changed since we moved here.." I look away from him, his eyes are too intense.

"Why did that make you so upset?" He's confused, and I'm not surprised. I probably over reacted far too much, but I can't help my feelings.

"Because she's right." I close my eyes and take a deep breath. "Harry, I told you, I don't do this. You were the second guy I have ever kissed, the first guy who has actually touched me. I never stayed out late or went to parties back home.."

I let the tears fall this time, I make no attempt to hold them back. I feel like I can cry in front of Harry, and he will comfort me. I feel safe here, in his arms.

"Don't cry, Addie." He whispers and pulls me to his chest as he smooths my hair with his hand.

"I don't know what has gotten into me, I don't know who I am anymore!" I tell him.

"Hey, look at me." He says, pulling me away from his body to look at him. "You know what I think?"

I shake my head and wipe my eyes.

"I think you are just being you. You've always been this girl, you just didn't know it. You are still you, Addie. You haven't changed, you just grew up." His words are soft.

"This isn't me, Harry!"

"Yes it is! I think this is the real you. Before you moved here, you felt like you had to be perfect all of the time, but when you came here, you realized you don't have to be. You can't control everything, it's not you're fault for not being able to every second of the day."

"Try telling my mother that."

"She'll understand." He whispers and pulls me closer again. "Please don't cry, she'll come through."

I sniffle and wipe the final tear from my eye. His words have stopped my crying. I feel much more calm now, his words having a significant effect on me.

"Thanks Harry. Sorry for dumping my lame problems on you." I let out a single laugh.

"Don't be sorry." His voice is low.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. They flutter open when I feel his warm hand caress my face, and his hot breath against my face.

Before I can think, his lips are against mine. He stays motionless for a second, waiting for my reaction, and I think he is surprised when I start to kiss back, because I know I am.

The kiss deepens, and his hand moves to my waist when I caress his face.

For the first time, I feel like this is more than just lust. The talk we just had made me find an unexpected comfort with him, and it made me feel much closer to him. I feel closer to him than anyone. The way we are connecting makes my insides melt. I feel safe and content with him in this moment.

"Addie," he says against my lips before kissing me again. His tongue swipes against my bottom lip, and I grant him access. His tongue invades my mouth and mine moves in sync with his.

"Before, when I said I liked you, I didn't mean I like you as just a friend." He breaths. "I can't just be friends with you, you know that don't you?" He stops and looks at me, bringing his hands to my face again. He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, but never breaks eye contact.

"I know." I nod.

It's true, I do know. No matter how many times I tried to deny it to him or to myself, I know deep down that we can't just be friends. My feelings for him aren't going to go away.

Notes

So I decided to double update today because this story has reached 100 subscribers! Thanks so much guys!! :)

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