I look through my kitchen, searching for the things I know I'l need for my night in with Brooke and Eleanor. Seeing that we literally have nothing, I grab some money from the drawer where my mom leaves cash for me and get my keys out of the bowl. I shut the door and lock it behind me. As I open my car door I see Harry walking across the street. He's changed into sweatpants and a black long sleeve shirt, and he's now wearing a dark green beanie. He looks good. Really good. How can someone look so good in sweats?

"Leaving already?" He asks, walking up to the passenger side of the car. I'd backed in, so it was closest to him.

"Yea, we have no food."

"Alright, let's go," he says, opening the door and getting in. I do the same and pull out of the driveway.

"So, what is face mask cream?"

I laugh at his lack of knowledge. "It's a cream. That's a face mask." He gives me a "really?" look and I continue. "It's like this thick creamy stuff you put on your face. After like a minute it gets kind of hard and you leave it on to like clean your skin or something. I just like doing it because it looks funny. But you aren't supposed to smile. That ruins it."

"So you have a weird cream drying on your face and you're supposed to be completely serious about this?"

"Apparently. It's impossible though, since it looks so ridiculous. So we just take pictures and make fun of each other."

"Girls are weird," he says, fiddling with the radio.

"Says the guy who's favourite movie is a chick flick."

"Twice in an hour, Lana? Is that necessary?"

I laugh and pull into a parking spot at the grocery store. Why do I have a convertible? It's always raining, I can never have the top down. We walk in and Harry pulls out a cart.

"What are you doing?"

"What? I figure you guys eat a lot and you listed a lot of things earlier. I don't want to be carrying around eight hundred pounds of sugar and junk." I laugh at his explanation and can't help but think we look like a couple, walking around the grocery store. I see plenty of girls checking him out, obviously staring. I don't like it. Can't they see he's with me? I mean sure, we aren't together, but they don't know that. At least try to be subtle.

We walk around the store and I throw various things in the cart, just grabbing them as I see them. Harry makes fun of almost everything I put in it.

"A tube of cookie dough? Can't you just make it yourself?"

"That takes way too long," I say, waving a hand dismissively. "Besides, this tastes like one hundred times better."

I pay for everything and we carry the bags back to the car. I remember then that I forgot to buy a movie. Harry laughs and shrugs, saying I can look through his and get one from there.

"Okay. Knowing how much you love chick movies I'm sure I'll have a great selection," I say, giggling as I pull out of the parking lot. I hear him groan beside me and I just keep laughing. Free Falling by John Mayer comes on the radio and I turn the volume way up. Harry looks at me and raises his eyebrows. "What?"

"You like this song?" He asks, raising his voice so I can hear him over the music.

"Of course! It's definitely in my top 5. You don't?" I ask, looking at him quickly. "Harry Styles if you tell me you don't like this song you'll need to exit the vehicle. I probably won't even stop the car, I'll just slow down a little so you don't die."

"Easy, there Forester," he says, laughing. "I love this song."

"Good," I say. I start singing quietly and I can hear Harry do the same. I wonder what his voice is like...I hit the volume button on my steering wheel and slowly turn the volume down. Harry is just staring out the window, so he doesn't notice.

"Yea I'm freeee, free falling," I hear him sing, pretty loud, expecting the loud music to continue. He suddenly looks over at me, shocked that he was singing so loud above the music. My mouth hangs open, surprised by what I heard.

"Harry! Holy shit! You can really sing!" I yell, punching him in the arm.

"Hey, why are you hitting me!"

"Why didn't you tell me that! Your voice is incredible!" Incredibly sexy is what I wanted to say, but I held back. It was deep, raspy, and his tone was amazing. I loved it. I could listen to it all day.

"It never came up! And it's not the type of thing you just casually say. 'Oh by the way, Langley, my voice sounds like heaven.' Who does that?"

I laugh at his analogy, but I could tell he didn't believe the words. "Whatever, you suck for not telling me. Now, keep singing," I instruct, pulling up to my house.

"Lana, we're not driving anymore. No driving equals no singing." He says, opening the door and getting out. I follow suit, popping the trunk so we can get the bags out of the trunk. I continue teasing Harry about his singing while he refuses to acknowledge how good he is. We dump the bags on the counter and he starts taking things out and putting them away.

"Woah, woah. Don't do that," I say, grabbing the boxes of Oreo's out of his hand. "We are going to be eating this very soon. No point in putting any of it away." I had to admit, it was a pretty impressive selection of sugar and fat. But, I also knew how impressive our eating skills were.

"This is a lot of food," Harry says, folding his arms over his chest, as if he's reading my mind.

"You are correct, sir. You and Louis might have to come over later and help us eat it all. Darn."

He starts laughing and makes his way towards the door. "You can count on it, ma'am," he says, mimicking my previous address. He leaves and goes back to his house. I head upstairs and tidy up my room, preparing for my friends. As I'm changing into pyjama shorts and a tank top http://www.polyvore.com/restful/set?id=84536439 and throw a sweat on overtop. I hear Brooke and El come in the front door, arguing. I laugh and go downstairs.

"Holy hell, Lan! How many people are you expecting tonight?" Brooke yells, staring at the mountain of food on the counter.

"Too much?" I ask, not really realizing until now how much I actually bought.

"I want to say yes for the good of my own ass," El says, getting some vodka out of the cupboard, "but I really do think we could eat all of this."

I laugh and walk over to her and wrap an arm around her shoulder. "Eleanor Calder, I will pay you a million dollars if you ever get fat. I would honestly be impressed. Also, what are you doing with that?" I ask, pointing to the bottle on the counter.

Brooke laughs, opening the Oreo's. "You didn't think we were going to have a girl's night without a few girlie drinks, did you?"

"Vodka-cranberry anyone?" El says, taking out three glasses.

"What are we, fourteen?" I ask, laughing at their choice of drink.

"Did you not hear what I said?" Brooke says, "What movie are we watching?"

"Oh! I totally forgot. Harry was going to let me borrow one of his. I'll just ask him to bring a bunch over." I do just that and go to sit beside Brooke. We talk about random stuff and joke around, acting like idiots. Harry walks through the door just as I'm dancing around, showing them how to do the moonwalk. They're both laughing hysterically. I stop and go beat red when Harry walks in, laughing and diving onto the couch.

"That was quite the dance move, Lana," he says, leaning over the back of the couch. "What do you call that?"

"The moonwalk?" I say, hiding my face in a pillow.

"Oh really? I thought for sure it was the wounded giraffe." I look up and stick my tongue at him, then sit up and take the movies out of his hand. He laughs some more and looks out the window, seeing Louis drive up to his house. He pulls out his phone and calls Lou, telling him he's in my house. We all see Lou run over and he just walks right in.

"Good to see you feel right at home, Lou," I tease, as he positions himself behind El, wrapping his arms around her and kissing the side of her face. She giggles and turns around, kissing him. I roll my eyes and look back at the movies.

"Love Actually?" I ask, looking at Harry.

"What? You've been talking about it all day, so I figured you were dropping hints."

I continue to browse through the selections and notice that it's the only remotely girlie movie he's brought over. I look up and throw them on the couch, placing my hands on my hips. "Styles, this is the only movie you brought here that is suitable for the purposes of our evening."

"Oh is it?" he says, pretending to be surprised as he sits next to Brooke, taking the cookie out of her hand that's on its way to her mouth. "Shoot. Well, I guess we'll just have to watch that one, then."

"We?" Brooke asks, taking the cookie back after he takes a bite.

Harry looks at Louis, who's still kissing Eleanor. He rolls is eyes, as does Brooke. "I don't think he's going anywhere for while," he says, pointing to the lovebirds. They don't even notice us talking about them. Brooke gets up and makes more drinks, handing one to Harry as well. He looks at it and laughs before taking a sip, clearly amused. I then see his nose scrunch up as I take a sip of my own drink, realizing how strong it is. I feel my face react the same as Harry's and I look questioningly at Brooke. She just shrugs and sits down on my dad's chair. I go and get a tube of cookie dough and some spoons, then make my way back to the couch that Harry is now sprawled across. I put the movie in and set it up then walk back to him. He looks at me innocently.

"Move." He doesn't, so I cross my arms and stare. He still doesn't move, so I sit directly on his knees.

"Lana, you weigh about as much as this bag of chips," he says, pointing to the open bag in his hands. I roll my eyes and push his legs out from under me, but he just pulls them out and puts them on my lap. "Oh, this is much better anyway. If you feel the need to give my feet a massage, I won't object," he says, wiggling his toes. I wrinkly my nose and flick his big toe with my finger as the movie begins. Louis and El join us eventually, sitting on the love seat. So much for a girl's night.

The movie ends and we all stay in the living room, laughing and eating the whole time. Louis is, of course, usually the cause for the laughter.

"Okay!" I say, getting up and clapping my hands together. "Who wants to clean their pores?" I receive blank stares from everyone and roll my eyes. "Face masks, guys!"

El and Brooke jump up, running to the kitchen to look for the tube I bought earlier. "Would you boys like to join?" I ask, looking between Harry and Louis. "It works wonders for your skin. Plus if you don't you have to leave cuz only the people wearing them get to be here." I walk into the kitchen and here the boys whispering, debating. Then they walk into the kitchen and sit on the stools.

"Here's the deal," Louis says, leaning on his elbows. "If we do this, you don't take pictures, and you definitely don't tell anyone about it." We all agree and the boys look at each other nervously. I laugh and take Harry's hand, leading everyone upstairs into my bedroom. I sit Harry on the bed and Louis takes the spot next to him. They both look a little nervous. Brooke and El come in, carrying the tubes. We come back in with a few damp cloths and a towel, just in case someone decides to make a mess. I work on Harry while El does the same to Louis, wiping their faces down and then drying them. Brooke hands us each a tube of the cream and we all look at each other, trying not to laugh.

"Ready?" I ask, squeezing some out into the palm of my hand. Harry stares at it and nods. He looks up at me and closes his eyes.

"Just do it. Before I change my mind."

El and I start smearing it on their faces, probably a little thicker than necesarry. When we are finished, all three of us are laughing. Harry and Louis open their eyes and look at each other, mouths hanging open. They start to laugh and point at each other, then we see them both frown when they realize they look the same. This only makes us laugh harder. When we finally calm down we put some on too, and we all sit on my bed in a circle.

"Okay, first one to laughs looses," Brooke says, trying to keep a straight face.

We all look at each other. We look so ridiculous. I look at Harry, who is also staring at me. I cross my eyes at him, making him start to laugh. Everyone follows suit, none of us able to contain ourselves. "How long are we supposed to keep these on for?" Louis asks, touching his face. "I think we've thoroughly ruined them, so does it even matter?"

Brooke shrugs her shoulders and runs to the bathroom. El and Louis follow her, but I don't bother, knowing there won't be any room left. I lay back on the bed and Harry lays beside me.

"This is fun," he says. I nod, feeling him look at me. "We should do girl's night more often."

I laugh. "Harry, you guys get special access tonight because...well I don't really know. But there's a very slim chance you will ever witness this again," I say, pointing to my face.
"Better take a good look, Styles, 'cuz this is the last time you'll see me in a face mask."

He sits up, leaning on his elbow. He stares down at me and looks all over my face. I feel myself flush and I'm grateful for the cream on my face. I stare back at him and he opens his mouth to say something, but the others come back into the room. We both sit up and they all look at us curiously, obviously noticing the moment we just had. We both stand up and go in the washroom. Harry and I laugh as we try and get the now extremely dry cream off our faces. When we're finally cleaned up, we walk back out to find an empty room.

"I guess they went back down."

I look at Harry and quickly look away when I see him staring at me. "I guess so." We stand there awkwardly for a minute before he turns and touches my cheek. I instantly feel a heat spread trough my body that I haven't felt since the last time he kissed me.

"Your skin does feel softer," he whispers, before backing out of the room and going downstairs.