"How are you even supposed to wear this?"

I turn around to see Harry standing in the entrance of La Senza, holding up an extremely complicated piece of lingerie. I laugh and walk back to examine the piece of clothing. We had decided to go shopping, since I needed something to wear to an office party for my dad.

"I think this piece would cross over here, and then.." I stare at it, not understanding. "I have no idea. who would buy this? It would probably take forever to get off. Isn't taking it off the whole point?"

Harry laughs and hangs it back on the rack. "I would say so. That's just creating unnecessary obstacles." I laugh and look into the store, spotting tons of sale signs. I look at Harry, who is still examining the strange piece of undergarment.

"Harry, would it be totally weird if we went in here? I need a new bra and everything is on sale."

He looks at me an raises an eyebrow. He turns around and looks at the store, then back at me. "What are friends for?" I roll my eyes and walk past him. "You need someone to help you make sure they fit good, right?"

I turn and punch him in the arm. "Styles, you are dreaming if you think you're gonna see me try anything on." He laughs and follows me through the store while I look for something I like. "Are you just going to follow me?"

"What! I feel so lost in here," he says, gesturing around. "I figure I'll watch someone with experience, then venture out on my own. I'm not ready yet." He explains, picking up a black lace bra. "Hey, this is like the one you have." He turns red and his eyes go wide when he realizes what he said. My mouth drops open for a second before I snatch it out of his hands and put it back. I laugh nervously and keep walking. I know he's referring to the one I was wearing when he put me in his clothes. I avoid his eyes for a few minutes, not sure what to say.

"Oh, this one is nice!" I say, holding up a tan one with black lace over top. I then realize it's probably a little too sexy to be buying with Harry here. I lower it a little and turn to my right to see Harry looking at it, smirking. I love that smirk.

"I would have to agree, Langley. That one is...nice." He looks at me then, and I feel my face go red. "Although, I wouldn't have used the word nice." He winks and turns toward the check out, going over and smelling all of the bottle of body spray. Did he just wink at me?

"Okay, well I think I'll go try it on. I don't have any like this," I say, quickly walking towards the fitting rooms. He nods and follows me, sitting down outside the door of the one the sales associate lets me in. I close my door and hear her start flirting with Harry. Awesome. I quickly try on the bra and decide I like it, and change faster than I thought was humanly possible before she can ask for his number or something. I swing open the door and stand next to Harry.

"Okay, I'm going to get it. Let's go," I say, grabbing his hand and pulling him off the chair and leading him to the check out.

"Woah, what's the rush?"

"Nothing, I just want to go find a dress for Thursday." I set the bra on the counter and the lad rings it through. I take out my dad's credit card and pay.

"Wait, I didn't get to see it!" He says, looking hurt. I glare at him and take my bag from the lady behind the counter. I notice her gawking at Harry, who hasn't even looked at her. I start walking out of the store and we turn the corner, going into the next store to look for a dress. I start browsing and Harry does the same. "So, what kind of dress are we looking for?" He asks, running his hands along the clothes.

"Well, I want something short for sure. Something classy, but not something that looks like it's made for like a thirty-year-old." He laughs beside me and walks past me. We'd been shopping a few times before, and Harry was actually very helpful. He had surprisingly good taste. Everything he picked out seemed to look good on me. I pull out a few things to try on adn he does the same. I go into a dressing room and start trying them on, coming out and examining myself in the mirror. Harry quickly rejects the first three, saying they're too boring. I decide to try on one of Harry's selections next. The one I put on is black with a fitted at the top, without sleeves and lace going up to the neck. It falls loosely around my waist and legs. It falls a little higher than mid-thigh, making it classy but fun. I walk out and stand in front of the mirror. Harry is texting someone and doesn't look up at first.

"Earth to Harry!" I say, clapping lightly. He jumps a little and looks up. His mouth drops open.

"You look amazing." I feel my face turn red and I turn around to look in the mirror. I love this dress, it looks perfect on my body. "I picked that one out, didn't I?" He asks, standing up and standing behind me. He looks so proud of himself. "I think I have a gift."

I laugh and turn to face him. "I love it, but I wanted something a little more...grown up. I don't think this one is good for the type of party this is."

"That's shit, just get it. You look...breathtaking," He says, staring at me. I look at the floor, embarrassed. He sits back down and waits for me to decide. I go into the fitting room and put my clothes back on. "I'm gonna get it," I say, coming back out. Harry stands up and pumps his fist in the air, clearly happy about my choice. I go to pay and he stands close beside me. I try to concentrate on what the lady is saying to me, and on paying, but Harry picks up a strand of my hair and starts playing with it. What is he doing? Why is he acting like this?

I feel the lady behind the counter staring at Harry and I as I put my credit card in the bottom of the machine. I pay quickly and take the bag, walking away from Harry. My hand slips from between his fingers and he follows me.

"Ready to go, then?" He asks, jogging to get into step beside me. I nod and we walk out to his car. The ride home is quiet, but not uncomfortable. I think about the events of the day, wondering why Harry is suddenly acting flirty around me. When we pull into his driveway I collect my bags and get out of the car. He walks around the front of it, making his way to his house.

"Do you want to come in?" He asks, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb. "I think we are having Chinese food tonight. I bite my lip in hesitation, not sure what to do. I look back at my house to see an empty driveway. I turn around and walk with him inside. I'd rather be here than sit in my house alone anyway. We walk up to his bedroom, where we usually hang out. I put my stuff down and flop down on the bed. He takes off his beanie and throws in on his desk, sitting down beside me.

"If I went to that cabin in the woods I would have left the second I got there. It was probably the sketchiest thing I've ever seen in my life."

Harry lays down beside me, both of us staring at the ceiling. "Yea, but they probably already paid for it. So, then you'd have to stay."

"I don't care if I paid a million dollars for that place, there is no way I would see that shack of a cabin and stay. I mean, that's just asking for someone to try and kill you."

"Yea well, you're a wimp, so obviously you would leave."

I turn onto my side and prop myself up on my elbow, narrowing my eyes at him. "You wouldn't have stayed either, you loser. You came to my house when your parents were gone because you thought you heard a noise, which turned out to be just your coat falling off the hanger."

"Hey, we still don't know for sure that it just fell. someone could have knocked it off!" he says, defending himslef. I laugh and get up, walking over to the shelf where he keeps all his movies. I look through them to see he actually has quite the selection of horror movies. I take out a bunch and lay them on the bed.

"Okay, then, Styles. If this stuff doesn't scare you, I would like to see it. We're watching one of these tonight. Pick one."

He sits up and looks at the selection of movies on the bed. "Lana, you realize these are my movies, right? I've seen them all."

"Oh, okay then-"

"Oh wait!" He shouts, running over to the shelf. He pulls one out that still has the plastic on it. Nightmare on Elm Street.

"No," I say, shaking my head. "I've tried watching that one. I can't handle it."

"Come on, you weren't with me those times! I'll be right there to protect you."

I roll my eyes, but can't help it when my heart flutters a little. I give in and agree and we go downstairs when we hear Anne come in with the food.

"Oh, hi Lana. Will you be joining us?" She asks, taking containers out of the bags.

"Is that okay?" I ask, glaring at Harry who clearly didn't tell his mother I would be eating here.

"Of course, love! I've started ordering extra food since curly over here always fails to mention that you'll be here. Help yourself." She hands me a plate and I laugh at her new nickname for Harry. He sticks his tongue out her and takes a plate as well, piling food onto it. I do the same, but don't take half as much as Harry. Anne takes a plate upstairs for her and Robin; Harry and I eat at the breakfast bar. Harry shovels food into his mouth.

"Slow down there," I say, watching him. "What's the rush?"

"What?" he asks, mouth full of food. "I want to watch the movie!" I laugh and continue eating. When we're both finished we get some popcorn and each get a can of pepsi. I sit down on one end of the couch as Harry puts the movie in.

"If I have nightmares from this I am going to kick your ass," I say, hugging a pillow to my chest. He laughs as he sits on the other end of the couch. I stare at him.

"What?" he asks, opening his can of pop.

"Well, how the hell are you supposed to protect me from all the way over there?" He laughs and gets up, sitting back down next to me. I position my shoulder behind his and wrap my arms around his right arm. All this contact was going to drive me crazy, but this was a seriously scary movie. He chuckles and hits play. I sink a little further into the couch, going a little more behind his body, half hiding behind him.

"Wow, they really don't waste any time, do they?" he comments, as Kellan Lutz sinks to the floor with a knife in his neck. I have my face hidden between the couch and his shoulder; I hate the gory parts. I peek back at the TV when I know it's past. As the movie goes on I continue to scream, squeal and hide behind Harry. He keeps laughing at me, unfazed by what's happening on the screen. About half way through he wraps his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him. I don't object, wrapping my arms around his waist, hiding my face in his chest. I put my legs across his, overlapping them. He continues to laugh at me, but holds me tighter when he knows I'm really scared. When the movie is over I realize I'm basically sitting on his lap in an extremely couply position. I keep my eyes closed and my hand covering my face until Harry rubs my back and tells me its over. I slowly uncover my face and look to the screen, seeing the credit roll. I sigh in relief, happy it's over. I suddenly realize I'm still sitting on and leaning against Harry, who is still rubbing my back to sooth me. I stay like that for a minute, enjoying it.

I slowly get up, and turn around to see Harry pouting. I raise my eyebrows questioningly.

"Why'd you get up?"

"Because the movie is over."

"The movie has been over for ten minutes, Lan."

Ten minutes? Was I sitting with him that long? I feel my face flush and I shrug my shoulders, turning to pick up the bowl and put the empty cans of pepsi in it. He extends his legs, putting them on either side of me. I turn to walk into the kitchen and stop, waiting for him to move. I sigh and look at him.

"Move it, Styles."

"Put the bowl down and come cuddle with me!"

I laugh at his request and just wait. Neither of us move for a minute and I lift my leg to step over him, but he lifts his as well, causing me to lose my balance. I try and get it back, but he sits up and grabs my waist, pulling me down to sit on his lap. He keeps his arms tight around my waits, hugging my back to his chest. I giggle and squirm, trying to get free.

"You're no match for me, Lana. Might as well give in and just let it happen." I stop squirming and slump down a little. He rests his cheek on the top of my head. I can't help but wonder what he's doing. This didn't feel very friend-like.

"Lana?" he whispers, "Do you..." he pauses and sighs,"want some ice cream?" He sounds disappointed. I nod my head and don't move.

"If you want me to get you some you kind of need to get up too, love." My eyes fly open and my heart starts beating faster. That was the first time he'd called me that since the first few days we'd known each other.

"Oh, yea. Right." I stand and pick the bowl up, making my way to the kitchen. When I don't hear Harry follow, I turn around to see him still on the couch. He's leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, rubbing his face with his hands. After a minute he stands up and I quickly turn around and go into the kitchen. He walks in and takes out the ice cream. I get out bowls and spoons. He scoops and I take the first bowl and sit down and start eating it. We sit in silence for a few minutes before Anne comes in.

"Ice cream? I could use some of that." She takes a bowl and looks between us, both staring awkwardly at our bowls. She chuckles and puts the tub in freezer before saying goodnight and going back upstairs. I stand and put my bowl in the sink.

"I think I'm going to go home. I'll see you at school monday?" He nods and I go upstairs to get my stuff. I walk back down to see him leaning against the front door hanging his head.

"Everything okay?" I ask, sliding my shoes on. He stares at the ground for a minute before looking up and smiling weakly. He nods slightly, suddenly staring at me intensely. I raise my eyebrows as he steps forward and lightly touches my cheek.

"Fine," he says quietly. My skin lights up at his touch. I look up at his eyes, to find them boring into mine, then flickering down to my lips. I want him to kiss me more than anything, but I' not sure if it's a good idea.

"I should probably go," I say softly. He lets his hand fall and nods his head. I step past him and walk out the door, saying goodnight as I close it behind me.

Notes

looks like harry is making a move? maybe?
tell me what you think :)