Harry's POV

I'm so nervous. What's the matter with me? I never get nervous to hang out with girls. I've been hanging out with Lana almost every day for the last few weeks, why was today any different? I take a deep breath and tell myself to pull it together. I helped my mum with the last of the muffins and dishes. She told me not to put too much pressure on the relationship. Lana and I were so comfortable around each other, there was no reason this had to be weird. I take my phone out of my pocket. 5:05. Great. Another hour of pacing around nervously.

I go up to my room and freshen up a little to try and pass the time. I sit on the bed and pick up one of my guitars, strumming mindlessly. After about ten minutes I decide I can't wait any longer. She's got to be ready by now, right? I'll just text her.

H: Any chance you're as bored as I am right now?

L: There is a very good chance of that, yes.

I smile at my phone. H: Then I guess you should probably come over.

L: I'll be there in one minute. I put my guitar down and jump off the bed, tidying up a little. Thirty seconds later I hear a knock on the door. I run down the stairs and swing it open, trying not to let my mouth hang open when I see her. She looks incredible.

And sexy.

Damn, this girl is going to kill me.

I try not to be too obvious as I check her out. I know my eyes are wide right now, and my face gets a little red.

"Someone's blushing," she says, putting her hands on her hips. "Like what you see Styles?" i nod slowly and she laughs. "Well, are you going to leave me standing out here or are you going to invite me in?" I step the side and she walks past me. What the hell is wrong with me, why can't I speak? Smooth, Harry, great job.

"So, what should we do?" She asks, walking into the living room, throwing her sweater on the couch and spinning to face me. I close the door and grin at her. She raises an eyebrow as I slowly make my way over to her.

"I've got a few ideas," I say, closing the distance between us. I walk up to her and put my hands on her hips, leaning down. She puts her hands on my chest and pulls her face back from mine. I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. I really want to kiss her right now.

"Harry, your mother is upstairs."

"And?"

"And she's seen us kissing enough times!" She says, trying to squirm out of my grasp. I wrap my arms all the way around her and tighten my grip, leaning in close.

"So we won't do anything she hasn't already seen. Simple." I shrug and she raises her eyebrows and pushes against me. I can tell she's trying not to laugh. I move in to kiss her again, but she just giggles and swivels her head around, avoiding my lips.

"Harry! Stop!"

I chuckle and continue in my efforts while she fights against me. Eventually I just start kissing her face wherever I can make contact and she laughs even harder, still pushing against me. It's cute how weak she is.

"Harry, no means no!" I hear my mum say quietly behind me. I turn to see her leaning against the wall with her arms crossed. She's trying not to smile but is failing miserably. I feel Lana still pushing against my chest and I finally let her go.

"Mum, do you wait around corners for us to start kissing? It's starting to seem like you want to see this," I say, pointing my finger back and forth between Lana and I. Lana smacks my arm and I jump back a little, laughing. My mum rolls her eyes and stands up.

"Yes, darling, that's what I do. I love to watch my baby attempt to force perfectly innocent young ladies to kiss him."

"Oh, she wants to kiss me," I say, winking at Lana. Her face goes red and she hits me again. I just wrap my arm around her head and pull it against me. She hides her face in my body. I look back to my mum and she just shakes her head.

"Sure she does, darling. Are you two eating here?"

"I don't know. Ask the boss," I reply, pointing to Lana's head. She pulls back and sticks her tongue out at me.

"No, we aren't, Anne. Thanks, though!" Mum smiles and turns to go back into the kitchen. "Have you had your fun? Are you done embarrassing me?" She says, laying down on the couch.

I lean over the back of the couch and smirk at her. "Almost." She raises an eyebrow questioningly as I turn my head in the direction of the kitchen. "Mum?" I yell.

"Yes, love?" She yells back.

"Lana just told me that she really wants to kiss me for a while now, so you might want to avoid the living room for a bit," I yell again and look back at Lana. I start laughing when I see the horrified expression on her face as we hear my mum's laughter coming from the kitchen. I start laughing as well, and she takes the pillow from behind her head and whacks me with it. I keep laughing and climb over the back of the couch, landing on top of her without supporting any of my own weight. I nuzzle my nose into the crook of her neck and go limp while she laughs and squirms underneath me.

"Harry! Get off! You're crushing me, you fatty. How much do you weigh?" She keeps trying to move me and I lift my head and look at her at her last comment. I pretend to be fighting tears.

"Hey, that is a very sensitive subject for me."

She laughs some more and I go back to my position. She stops struggling and gets one hand out from under me to brush some hair away from her face. "Okay, Styles, what are the magic words?"

"What do you mean?" I ask, talking into her neck. She giggles.

"That tickles, don't! I mean what do I have to say to make you get your fat ass off of me?"I rub my nose against her neck and she giggles again. "Harry!"

"Tell me you want to kiss me," I say, pressing my lips to her neck. She laughs a little again.

"You need me to tell you that? Isn't it obvious?" she says quietly. I kiss her neck again and slowly make my way up her neck and across her jawline toward her mouth. I stop when I reach her lips and look into her eyes. I stare into them and she stares back, bring her hand up to run her fingers softly through my hair. After a few minutes she breaks the silence.

"I want to kiss you," she whispers. I smile and press my lips to hers, supporting my weight on my arms to kiss her harder. Her other hand gets free and she wraps her hands around my neck, tangling her fingers into my hair. Damn, I love it when she does that. I know it sounds corny, but I feel like I could just kiss her for hours. Not like in a teenage boy who can't keep it in his pants kind of way. I just love the feeling of having my lips against hers, of being close to her like this. It makes me feel things I've never felt before; this wasn't just lust. I wanted her, but I also needed her in much more than a physical way. I discovered that over the last few weeks. She wasn't like any girl I'd ever met.

Our lips move in sync and I trace her bottom lip with my tongue, which she lets into her mouth quickly. I press my body into hers and she tugs on my curls a little. A moan escapes my lips and I can feel myself getting turned on. I pull back, leaving both of us breathless.

"What's wrong?" she asks, keeping her hands tangled in my hair. She looks nervous, like she thinks she did something wrong.

"Absolutely nothing, love. That's the problem," I say, touching her cheek with my fingers. She closes her eyes and smiles at my touch. I smile as well. "If we continue this, I won't be able to stop soon." She bites her lips and nods in agreement. I was kind of hoping she'd disagree and make me kiss her again. I groan and roll off of her, landing on my back on the floor and closing my eyes.

"Harry, what are you doing?" she asks. I open one of my eyes a little and see her looking down at me.

"Oh, just trying to calm myself. Who knew a few minutes of kissing could get me-"

"Harry! she says, shushing me and hitting me with a pillow again. "Your mom is right around the corner!"

I laugh and sit up, throwing the pillow back on the couch. "So, where are we going? I'm driving, so you should probably tell me the destination."

"Who says you're driving?"

"I did. Now, where are we going, m'lady?" I ask, standing up and holding my hand out to her. She takes it and stands up. I lead her to the front door and we both put shoes on.

"It's a secret. You can drive, but I'll just direct you."

I really wasn't used to girls being confident enough around me to plan an evening. Usually they just let me do whatever I want. I liked this. "Whatever you say. Mum? We're leaving, now. Don't wait up, if you know what I mean," I say suggestively, knowing it'll embarrass Lana. She looks up at me with her mouth hanging open and points her finger into my chest.

"You're going to pay for this, Styles." She opens the door and walks out, yelling bye to my mum as she goes. I do the same and shut the door behind me. I've never been so excited for a date in my entire life.

Notes

sorry this is kind of an uneventful chapter but I just wanted to get in somewhere Harrys perspective and stuff. hope it's okay!

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