Lana's POV

Harry and I chat about random things in the car. The conversations are completely pointless, but I can't help but feel like they mean the world. This is something Josh and I never had, this level of comfort. Harry and I are completely ourselves together. I love that.

"Are you kidding me?"

"What? What's the big deal?"

"Harry, Friends is only the best show in the history of the world." He looks at me out of the corner of his eye and smirks, clearly amused. "Fine, don't take my word for it. I own all ten seasons, we can watch them."

"All of them?"

"Yes. All of them."

He sighs and puts his left hand on the steering wheel, moving his right one to my thigh. My heart flutters at his touch. "I guess I have no choice."

"Nope." I pop the 'p' for dramatic effect. "Turn left up here." I point to the parking lot of the bowling alley and watch as Harry realizes where we're going. He smiles and shakes his head.

"You're taking me bowling?"

"Wrong. You're taking me bowling," I correct, unbuckling my seatbelt as we pull in. He puts the car into park and looks at me. "What? It's our first date, did you really expect me to pay? I may be doing the planning but you are still the guy here. Gotta keep something traditional." He laughs at my explanation and opens his door.

"Hard to argue with that, Forester." I get out of the car and meet Harry at the front of it. He looks down at me tenderly and holds his hand out. "Shall we?" I nod and slip my hand into his. We go into the bowling alley and pay for a lane and get our shoes. I sit down in front of our assigned lane and put the shoes on, looking around. It's pretty empty for a Friday night. I stand up and go to the racks of balls to find one light enough for me. Harry comes up behind me and reaches for one of the heavier ones.

"Do you want me to see if they have any lighter ones? I think they keep some behind the counter for kids." I roll my eyes and pick up the lightest one I can find.

"Don't make fun of my lack of muscle, Harry."

He puts his ball on the track and I do the same. "Won't happen again." He takes a step towards me and puts one of his hands on the small of my back, pulling me close to him. I look up nervously, very aware of how public this is. "Ready to lose?"

I push him away and he laughs. "What makes you so sure you're going to beat me?"

He walks back to where our shoes are and sits down. "You've never seen me bowl. It's quite impressive." I pick up my ball and walk backwards towards the lane.

"Whatever. I have a few tricks up my sleeve, too." I turn around and suddenly get nervous. I knew I was going to embarrass myself. Oh well, too late now. I walk up and throw the ball, and I'm surprised when it stays relatively to the centre of the lane and knocks over nine of the pins. I throw my hands in the air and spin around to face Harry. He smiles and claps softly twice. I stink my tongue out at him and throw the ball again, hitting the last pin. I jump up, surprised I'm doing so well. This never happens.

"You realize this is the first frame, right?" Harry says, walking up behind me and picking up his ball. I nod and can't fight the smile of my face as I walk past him and sit down. The waitress comes and I order us each an iced tea and a plate of french fries. I catch her do a double take when she sees Harry and check him out. I convince myself not to smack her across the face as she turns and walks away. Why did he have to be so attractive? I look back and he sits down next to me.

"You have one more turn, smarty," I say, pointing to the lane. He laughs and I look at the screen to find he's gotten a strike.

"What! How did you do that?" I ask, sitting up in my seat. He puts a hand on my lower back. I look at him and he shrugs. I get up and go to take my next turn, only hitting the three outermost pins on the right. I throw again and hit three more. Great. Harry was going to kick my ass in bowling. I sit down beside him and he smirks at me.

"I think you're going to win," I admit. He chuckles and leans forward to get up.

"Probably, but you're looking so good tonight it might just distract me." He stands and picks up his ball, looking at me again. "I never knew someone could actually look good in bowling shoes." He turns around and throws and I'm glad he can't see me blush.

We continue playing and joking around. Harry slaps my ass a few times, but I never get embarrassed. He continues to order food and I'm surprised at how much this boy can eat. The waitress doesn't try to hide her staring or flirting, and I'm seriously getting annoyed. Can't she at least try to be subtle? Is she so stupid that she honestly can't see that I'm on a date with him? Honestly, just because he's better looking than everyone on the face of the planet doesn't mean she has the right to do whatever she pleases.

When we're about to bowl the last frame I look at the score. Harry is beating me, but not by too much. It seems like he's doing bad on purpose. I pick up my ball and make my way to the lane, but Harry puts his hand on my arm to stop me. I'm about to tell him to back off so I can throw when he puts his other hand on my waist, silencing me.

"Let me show you something," he breathes into my ear. I nod and he positions himself behind me. I turns my arm and shows me to throw a different way. "Make sure you do this, and swing straight through. Don't twist your wrist." I nod again and he steps away from me. I let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding. I do as Harry instructed and throw the ball. I watch as it rolls along the floor and put my hands together in front of me as it gets closer. It finally hits the pins and I watch them all fall over. I clap my hands together and spin around, half running to Harry and throwing my arms around him. I feel like such a loser getting so excited. Harry surprises me by swinging me around and kissing me when he sets me back down.

"My turn, love." I step to the side and watch as he throws. I don't know how many pins he knocked down, I was too busy taking all of him in. Apparently his turn is over, because he walks back over to me. I blush knowing he caught me staring at him. I stand up and hold up my hand for a high five. He smirks and smacks my hand.

"Good game, Styles."

"Right back at you, Forester." I smile and we put our shoes back on. "Now what are we doing?" I sit back up when my shoes are on and frown at him. I hadn't really thought that far ahead. We ended up getting here earlier than I thought and now it was only just after seven. We couldn't go to the party yet; no one would be there.

"You didn't plan anything else did you?" He asks, standing up and smiling at me. I smile innocently and he laughs. "Looks like we're winging it." The waitress brings us the check and before Harry picks it up I see that she's written her number on it. Unbelievable. Harry doesn't react and I'm a little annoyed. Harry lays down the money and stands up. I follow without saying anything. He throws his arm over my shoulder as we walk by the waitress, and when we're outside I shrug it off. He gives me a confused look before we both get into the car.

"Is something wrong?" He turns the ignition but doesn't start driving.

"Nope."

I hear him sigh, but I don't look at him. "Lan, come on. Something is obviously bothering you." I stay silent and lean back against the seat. "Lana, are you seriously mad at me because of that girl?" My head snaps toward him before I can control it. So he did notice? I quickly turn back and look out my window. "You realize that the only girl I've so much as looked at since I moved here is you. Even when we were just friends I was never interested in anyone else. You honestly think that now that you're finally mine I'm going to pay attention to some desperate bimbo?"

My heart flutters when he refers to me as his. I like that, being his. I don't show it, though. "Harry, it's not that I don't trust you. I do. It's just that it bothers me that girls see you with me and flirt shamelessly. They don't even care that you're with another girl! Can you not understand that some random girl throwing herself at you bothers me?"

"If you trust me then what is the problem?" I roll my eyes and stare out the window again. "Are you honestly pissed at me because someone flirted with me? How is that my fault? I barely even talked to her because I figured it would bother you. I have no interest in anyone else, Lana, how do you not know that by now?"

"I know it isn't your fault, Harry. I understand that. I'm not mad at you, okay? I just..." I suddenly feel embarrassed at my insecurities. This doesn't happen to me. Ever.

"What? If you're not mad at me then what's going on?" I shake my head and I suddenly feel like crying. Mostly out of embarrassment. Harry turns his body toward me and reaches to touch my cheek. "Please talk to me, love. Don't ignore me." My heart melts at the name. I turn back to look at him and see him looking at me with soft eyes.

"I feel so insignificant next to you, Harry. I know you said to ignore the way girls behave around you but I don't think I can. I went through this with Josh and look what happened. I can't get hurt like that, not again." I regret the words as soon as they're out of my mouth. Harry drops his hand and I can sense the tension. "Harry, I didn't-"

"No," he cuts me off, turning back to the steering wheel. "You're right. Clearly I'm exactly like Josh. I mean I've been a total ass to you since day one right? Never given you a reason to trust me anyway. I guess it's all for the best." He puts the car in forward and we drive in silence. I've obviously hurt his feelings. How could I have said anything about Josh? I just ruined what was supposed to be a perfect night. I hold back the tears that are threatening to fall and realize we're driving to Louis' house.

"What are we doing here?" I ask quietly. He parks and turns off the car, not looking at me.

"Everyone's getting ready here and having a little pre-party. Suddenly I feel like joining them."

Notes

short chapter again but i really wanted to finish two today! whats going to happen?
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