*Thursday*

I walk into English lit a few minutes after the late bell. I overslept today. I walk in and get a glare from Mrs. Alman. I go and take my seat beside Harry, getting smiles from El and Brooke.

"Someone slept in, I see?" Harry asks, smirking at me. His flirting this week hadn't let up. I was really having a hard time with this friends thing.

"Just a little."

After class I make my way to the library with Brooke and El.

"Guys, can I ask you something?" I say to them as we sit at our usual table. They both nod and I continue. "So, I have that party for my dad's work tonight. Do you think it would be a bad idea if I asked Harry to go with me?"

Their heads snap up and they both smile at me.

"That would probably be the best idea ever!" El squeals, clapping her hands. I smile and start working on homework. I get a little nervous thinking about it; I actually have to ask him.

At lunch Harry is no where to be found. I look around constantly, waiting for him to come into the caf. Louis notices and waves a hand in front of my face.

"Harry went home for lunch. He forgot his stuff for biology," he explains to me, smirking.

I nod and go back to my food. When I go to biology Harry walks in and sits next to me. I smile at him and he smiles back. "So, how do you think the stats test went yesterday?" We hadn't had a chance to talk after school and with me being late in the morning I forgot to ask.

"Well, I can pretty much guarantee that I passed." I nod, telling him to continue. "I either did way better than expected or I barely passed. That's how I think this is gonna go." I laugh and look forward to the teacher, who is beginning the lesson.

"I guess we'll have to wait and see, then."

Biology passes in what feels like hours. I start to get really nervous thinking about bringing Harry to the party with me. What if he says no? What if he thinks I'm asking him on a date? Am I asking him on a date? What if he thinks it's more than I want it to be? What am I doing here?

Why am I freaking out? I chuckle to myself, laughing at how dramatic and female I'm being. Harry looks at me and raises an eyebrow and I just smile and shake my head. Harry and I are friends. There is no reason for it to be wierd. I'll ask him to go, not clarify as what, and see how it goes. Honestly, I want things to start happening with him. I'm ready to move past being friends. I'm past everything with Josh and he knows that. Plus, he's been flirting with me a lot over the last few days. Maybe he's ready too.

The bell rings, pulling me out of my thoughts. Harry and I gather our things and walk out of the classroom. He walks me to my locker.

"You looked pretty deep in thought, Forester," he says, leaning against the lockers beside mine.

"I got a lot going on up here," I say, tapping on my temple. He chuckles and turns around, heading towards his locker. "Harry!" I shout after him. He turns around and raises an eyebrow. "Wanna do something with me?" He walks to his locker down the hall, takes out his bag and throws it over his shoulder, walking back to me.

"Where are we going?" He asks, holding out his arm. I smile and turn around, linking arms with him as we walk out the doors.

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"Okay, if you get a hole in one this time I will buy you an ice cream," I say, leaning on my putter.
"Piece of cake." Harry positions himself and takes his sweet old time lining up the ball with the hole. After a few minutes I grow impatient.

"Harry if you don't make this shot soon, I'm going to hit you with this golf club."

"Easy there, Forester," he says, standing on the left side of the ball. "Get ready to pay up." He swings lightly and I watch the ball. It rolls along the outside of the hole and swings to the right. I start laughing and Harry looks at me, annoyed.

"That should count. I hit the hole."

"But it didn't actually go in. Hole-IN-one harry, not hole-near-one." I laugh and drop my ball at the edge of the green, lining up my shot. Harry and I decided to go mini-putting. It was actually nice out today. As I'm about to hit the ball I feel Harry come up behind me, putting his head beside mine. I hold my breath and feel my heart start to race.

"Don't miss, love." I feel his breath on my cheek. I keep my head down, staring at the ball in front of me. I concentrate on my breathing and try to keep it even. I keep myself from showing any reaction, but my body is fighting me in every way possible. It's everything I can do to keep myself from turning and meeting his lips with my own.

I take the shot, sending the ball down the green. It lands fairly close to the hole but doesn't make it all the way there. He chuckles against my neck. "Not bad, Langley." He steps away and walks over to his ball. I shut my eyes and try to relax myself before following him, standing beside my own ball. He takes his shot and gets it in easily, as do I. He takes the balls and hands me one. I smile and take it, as we make our way to the next part of the course. We're about halfway through now and I've had the best afternoon. Harry and I have such an easy time being around each other. We make our way through the rest of the course, both trying to distract and screw up the other person. We laughed a lot. I know skipping school won't be a problem for my parents, they probably wouldn't even know. I had a feeling Harry's mother was a different story. She got mad when he broke the rules; it surprised me. She was such an easygoing person. I had a feeling it had something to do with the way Harry was before they came to Holmes Chapel. He'd mentioned a few things about his life in Bradford over the last few weeks, but I sensed it was a sensitive topic, so I didn't pry.

We finish the course and hand in our clubs. Harry slings his arm around my shoulder. "Where to next, miss rebellious?"

"Hmm....That carnival is in town for the weekend and it opened today. Want to go?"

"I could go for some cotton candy. Let's do it." I nod and we get in the car. When Harry turns it on I look at the radio and see the time.

"Woah, is it seriously 3:00 already?"

"Yea, why? Something wrong?" Harry asks, pulling out of the parking lot.

"Shit. I can't go to the carnival. I need to go home, I have that thing for my dad's work tonight."

"Oh, right," Harry says, and I think I detect a hint of disappointment. I sigh and slouch into my seat, dreading the night ahead of me. I'd been to a lot of office parties for my dad, each one more boring than the last.

We drive home in silence when I remember my car is still at the school. Harry keeps driving to our street. "I'll just drive you to school in the morning. Don't worry about it." I don't argue since we are basically home. Harry pulls into his driveway and we get out of the car. I take a deep breath and decide to ask him to come with me. Here we go.

"Harry?"

"Yea?" he says, walking around the car and leaning against it in front of me.

"Umm..." I trail, getting extremely nervous. My palms start to sweat as my heart starts racing. I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself. "I was just wondering- you don't have to. I mean feel free to say no, I would totally understand. I don't want to go so I don't know why you would either. You know what, don't worry about it, I'll just-"

"Lana!" He yells, laughing and putting his hands on my shoulders. "Breathe, love." I obey, taking a breath. He stares at me, smirking. "Now, what are you babbling about?" He rubs his hands along my arms, encouraging me.

I stare at his chest. "Do you want to go with me tonight?"

I don't look at his face. I don't move. I just wait, preparing myself for him to say no, that it isn't a good idea.

"What time should I come over?"

I snap my head up to look at him, seeing him smiling sweetly at me. I feel myself smile and try to keep it under control so he doesn't see how excited I am. "My dad said he wants to leave my house at 7:30, so maybe come over at like 7:00? My mom is really obsessed with being on time and stuff so it'll keep her calm."

He chuckles and nods. "I'll be there. What should I wear? Is it like a suit and tie kind of thing?"

"A tie might be a little too much. Just some nice pants and a jacket I think."

"Okay. Then I guess I better go get ready. Takes a while for me to get these locks under control," he jokes, running his hand through his hair. I laugh and nod, backing away from him and turning to go into the house.

I go into my house, going straight upstairs to my bedroom and going in the shower. I find myself rushing, though I'm not sure why. Getting ready faster isn't going to make 7:00 come any sooner. I slow myself and take my time with my make up, keeping it simple. When it's finished I move onto my hair, first drying it then curling it into soft waves. When it's done, I spray it with some hairspray and go into the closet, take out my dress and lay it on the bed. There's a soft knock on the door.

"Mom, I'm almost ready."

The door opens and I see Harry take a step into the room, half in, half out. The half I can see looks very handsome (He's wearing the outfit from the This Is Us premiere).

"Wow, Styles. Didn't know you were so fashionable." I wave him into the room and he closes the door behind him.

"You look beautiful," he says softly, staring at me. I blush and fiddle with the skirt of my dress, realizing I'm still in my robe. He walks to me slowly and I look up at him.

"I'm wearing a robe, Harry."

"You look beautiful in anything, love."

I feel my face flush again and tuck my hair behind my ear. "Are you early? Did my mom let you in?" I feel him continue to stare at me as I walk into my closet to get some shoes.

"Yea, I'm a few minutes early. Your dad actually let me in. You didn't tell them I was coming, did you?" He asks, crossing his arm and leaning against the doorframe of the closet.

"Shit, I totally forgot!" In my hurry to get ready and my eagerness for the party I had completely forgotten to tell my parents that I invited Harry. "I'm sorry! What did he say?" My dad could be an ass. I was currently praying he had been at least polite to Harry.

"He looked surprised at first, but he said he was glad I was coming. According to him you hate these parties and always look miserable at them. Apparently it's not good for his reputation. Then he told me to come up to your bedroom." He turns and goes to sit on my bed. "I have to admit, the father of a girl has never done that to me. Usually they're chasing me out of their house with a bat." He chuckles and looks around. What does that mean? I find some shoes and a bag to go with the dress, keeping my ensemble all black. I throw them on the bed and grab the dress so I can change in the closet.

"Where are you going? You can change in front of me, Lana. Trust me, I don't mind," he says, winking.

"In your dreams, Harry," I say, closing the door. I lean up against it and gather myself before putting on the dress. I walk back out and sit beside Harry to put my heels on.

"You better not be taller than me in those," he says, pointing to them. I laugh as I slide the second one on.

"Langley," my mom says, knocking on the door while opening it, "We need to leave in about five minutes. Hi, Harry, you look lovely."

He nods in thanks and I tell her we'll be down in a minute. I go into the bathroom to get one last look at my hair and makeup. Feeling confident about my appearance I take a breath and go back out http://www.polyvore.com/david_dayana_birthday_party---danielle/set?id=98891962. "Ready?"

Harry stands and walks over to me, standing very clase. My eyes are level with his nose.

"Good. I'm still taller," he says, smirking. He takes my hand and leads me out of my bedroom. I try and catch my breath as I follow him down the stairs. My parents are arguing in the kitchen. I roll my eyes and we make ourselves known by the sound of my heels against the hardwood floor. They turn and stop talking. My dad says he'll wait in the car and my mom smiles at me weakly. She walks out the door and Harry squeezes my hand to comfort me.

"Here we go," I say, leading him out the door.

Notes

So I know that one kind of jumped around a lot at first but i hope its okay!

let me know what you think :)