Lana's POV

"Goodnight, Harry," I whisper, tugging my arm out of his hand. I can feel the tears threatening to fall and I don't want him to see me cry. I walk quickly across the street and go inside. My parents are yelling at each other in the living room and I run upstairs, flinging myself onto my bed. I cry softly into a pillow, kicking off my shoes.

Tonight was amazing. Harry really impressed me with his dancing, I have to say. I tried not to get my hopes up before we went; I didn't know if it was a date or not. As soon as Harry got to my house, though, it seemed like he was treating it like one. Clearly I was wrong. We were so close to kissing. Twice! What happened? What did I do wrong?

I close my eyes as the tears continue to fall. I run through every minute of the evening, playing every second back in my mind. It was absolutely perfect. I had such a good time with him and I thought he did too. Maybe not? But why did he get so close to kissing me and then back off? It didn't make any sense. I get off the bed and put some cotton shorts and a sweater on. I make my way back to my bed, throwing my hair into a ponytail. I climb into bed and curl up under the covers. I was suddenly exhausted. Probably from all the alcohol. Oh, and the crying. Why did I always cry lately? I fall asleep quickly and darkness surrounds me.

I'm woken up by my bed moving. I realize slowly that it's someone sitting behind me. MY eyes go wide when it occurs to me that there is someone in my room, sitting on my bed. I look for my phone, but it's still in my purse on the floor.

"Lana? Are you awake?" I breathe a sigh of relief when I hear Harry's voice. I turn onto my back so I can look at him, but I can just make out his silhouette since it's so dark. I reach over and turn on the lamp on my bedside table.

"Harry, what the hell are you doing here? How did you get in?"

"The back door was open," he shrugs as I sit up and lean against my headboard. I sit there silently, waiting for him to explain himself. He runs his hand through his hair and rubs the back of his neck. He looks nervous. I wait patiently for a few minutes, but he doesn't say anything.

"Are you going to explain to me why you broke into my house at three in the morning? Or are you just going to sit there for a while?"

He looks at me and smirks a little. Why was he smiling? "I told you, Langley, the door was open. I didn't need to break in."

I sigh and roll my eyes, throwing the blankets back and standing up. I cross my arms over my chest and turn to face him. "What are you doing here?"

He takes a deep breath and stands up, walking around the bed to where I am. He stands directly in front of me. "I need to talk to you." I nod and wait for him to continue. "Well, I just need to tell you-" he stops and looks away from me, obviously unsure of himself. "I came here because I could tell you were upset when you left my house. I feel like I owe you an explanation."

"Well, you don't. I don't need one." I let my hands fall to my sides and take a small step away from him. I don't want to do this right now, I don't want to get upset in front of him. The truth is I'm just embarrassed about tonight and I have no idea how Harry is feeling. It's driving me insane.

"Too bad, Lana. I'm giving you one anyway. Look, the reason I didn't..." he trails, once again unsure about how to proceed. He stares into my eyes, so deeply that I feel like he's searching for something there. I can't help but look away from the intensity. I hear him sigh once more before running both hands through his hair and pacing around the room. I decide that I do want an explanation. He had no problem kissing me when we first met, why was this so different? Why did he hesitate?

"Harry, what is going on? When we were dancing tonight I thought you were...I thought we were feeling the same way," I say, not wanting to ask outright why he didn't kiss me. He turns and looks at me.

"I was, I am," he says, taking one step toward me. "I just wasn't sure if you wanted to. I'm the one who said we should be friends for a while, and now I don't know how to go past that. I don't even know if you want that. I didn't want to do something dumb while we were drinking and make everything awkward between us."

I process his response. He doesn't know what I want? Can he not see that I still have feelings for him? Everyone else can, now including everyone at my dad's company. Why was he so unsure?

"Exactly, Harry," I whisper."You were the one that wanted us to be friends. Not me. I never wanted that, I always wanted more. Now that we actually know each other you think that would change? That something about you would actually change my feelings for you?"

He takes a few more steps towards me, once again standing in front of me. "We've gotten so close over the last few weeks. I guess I'm just scared of wrecking it," he says quietly, tucking a stray piece of hair behind my ear. I shiver at his touch., closing my eyes. When I open them our faces are just inches apart.

"I know," I say, knowing I feel the same. I really couldn't stand losing him; I'd rather be his friend and have him in my life than go too far and ruin this and not have him at all. Even though we've only known each other a short time, I can't imagine my life without him. "We could ruin it. Or," I continue, taking a tiny step forward, closing some of the distance between us, "we could make it a thousand times better." I look into his eyes, hoping this is what he needs to hear. Suddenly his lips crash into mine. I'm surprised, but kiss him back, wrapping my arms around his neck. His hands go to my back, pressing my body tightly against his. Our lips move in sync, like it's the most natural thing in the world.

After a few minutes we break apart, both breathing heavy. He takes my face in his hands and stares into my eyes with his beautiful green orbs.

"You have no idea how many times I've imagined doing that." I smile up at him and wrap my arms around his torso, leaning my head against his chest. He kisses the top of my head, wrapping his strong arms around me. I smile and breathe in his scent. This felt so natural, so right. It was hard to believe we managed to just be friends for so long.

"Did you just smell me?" He asks, imitating my question from at the party. I laugh and look up at him.

"Is that a problem?" I ask, as his strokes my cheek.

"Not at all," he replies, smirking and leaning in to kiss me. I stand on the tips of my toes, reaching up to meet his lips with my own. His hands tangle into my hair and I put my hands at the back of his neck again. His hands travel down to my back, lifting the bottom of my sweater as he places them on my bare skin. I feel like every part of my body is alive and his hands leave goosebumps on my skin wherever he touches me. I tangle my hands into his hair, pulling myself as close to him as possible. His hands travel up my back under my shirt, making me shiver again. He smiles into the kiss and pulls back for a minute so we can both take a breath. Our lips quickly reconnect and I push him gently to the edge of my bed. He sits down with me standing between his legs. I bring mine up to either side of his body, straddling him. His hands continue moving, exploring my back, stomach and thighs. I pull gently on his hair as his tongue explores my mouth, making him moan softly. He suddenly flips my onto my back, making me gasp in surprise. He lays on top of me, supporting some of his weight. He bends down and kisses my neck. He makes a frustrated noise and stops, bringing his head up to look at me.

"What? I ask, breathless.

"You couldn't have worn a more massive sweatshirt, could you?" he asks, flashing his all too familiar smirk. I laugh and start sitting up, making him do the same. He rolls off of me while I remove my sweater, leaving me in my bra.

"Better?" I ask, throwing my sweater. I look over at him as I slide onto my bed, laying my head back against my pillow. He smiles and follows me, crawling back on top of me. He kisses along my collar bone, making my heart race again. I feel him smile against my skin as he slowly makes his way to my neck. "Much better," he whispers against my skin. His hot breath sends chills down my spine. He finds my sweet spot and I let out a soft moan. He spends plenty of time in that area, sucking and nibbling on my skin. When I can't take it anymore I put my hands on either side of his face and pull it up to mine, kissing his mouth passionately. He seems surprised by the sudden fire in my kisses as I move my hands under his shirt, exploring his rock hard stomach. He sits up and quickly removes the shirt, laying back down and kissing me again. My hands travel around his body and I wrap my legs around his waist. My lips find his neck and I quickly find his sweet spot, making him moan again. I smile as he bring his lips back to mine. He starts slowly grinding his hips against mine, driving me crazy. A moan escapes my lips as our kiss deepends. Our bodies seem to fit together perfectly. He pulls back suddenly and looks into my eyes. I can feel how confused my face looks, and he chuckles softly as he traces my bottom lip with his thumb.

"As much as I'd love to continue this, love, I think maybe we should stop." He sounds breathless.

"Why?" I ask, attaching my lips to his neck. He sighs.

"Your parents are just down the hall, Lana." He doesn't pull away and I can feel him getting more turned on through his sweatpants.

"I can be quiet," I say quietly, laying back down, tracing his swallow tattoos. He leans forward a little, rubbing his nose against mine before rolling off of me and sitting up. I put my hand on his lower back and he turns a little to look at me.

"You're killing me, you know that?"

I giggle and sit up, wrapping my arms around his arm and putting my chin on his shoulder. "Are you leaving?"

He sighs and kisses my forehead. "I probably should." I grip his arm tighter, making him chuckle. He pulls it away and wraps it around my shoulders. "But I will see you in the morning?" I nod and he gets up, putting his shirt back on. He tosses me my sweater and I pull it down over my head. I can feel myself pouting. I didn't want him to leave. He laughs softly and hugs my head to his chest. "I'll drive you to school tomorrow. Goodnight, love." He kisses my lips softly and looks into my eyes before turning and walking out of the room. I smile and do a girlie happy dance before walking to the window and watching Harry walk across the street. I cannot believe how lucky I am. He's perfect. I lay back down and this time I fall asleep smiling instead of crying.

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