I watch Harry walk into the house, leaving the door open. I hit the back of my head against the seat behind me. How could I have said that? How could I have compared him to Josh? That is exactly the last thing I should have said. I get out of the car and run up to the house, closing the door when I get inside. I can hear music coming from the living room, so I walk around the corner. Brooke and El come into view. They're dancing to Teenage Dream by Katy Perry, singing at the top of their lungs. El sees me and releases her classic squeal, running up to me and hugging me. Brooke waves and keeps dancing.

"What are you doing here!" She yells, turning down the volume of the music. El releases me and pulls me into the living room. "I just saw Harry storm in and go into the kitchen to look for Lou. What's up?"

They both look at me and wait for an explanation. I sit down on the couch and they follow, sitting on either side. "I said something really stupid to Harry and basically ruined our night."

"What did you say?" El asks.

I sigh. "I compared him to Josh. Basically this girl was all over him and I started feeling totally threatened. You guys know how much Josh cheated on me. I can't go through that again and Harry has girls throwing themselves at him regardless of my presence."

Brooke shakes her head. "You told him you wouldn't have a repeat of your relationship with Josh, didn't you?" I nod my head. "Oh, sweetie, why would you say that? Harry hates Josh and if you hadn't been there I am sure he would have beat the shit out of him when you found out about Clarissa. You can see it on his face every time Josh is around. He hates him for what he did to you."

"I know that, Brooke, I do. As soon as I said it I knew it was going to hurt him."

"He hasn't given you a reason not to trust him, Lan. He's crazy about you, it's so obvious. Yea plenty of gils flirt with him, but he doesn't even see them," El says, rubbing my back. I know they're right. "Where is this coming from? Are you threatened by other girls? You've never had that problem before."

"That's because I didn't know my boyfriend was as cheating pig," I explain. "Harry is probably the hottest guy I've ever met in my whole life. It's just a little uncomfortable for me that when we're out somewhere together girls just openly flirt with him when I'm standing right next to him."

"He can't control that, Lan. Neither can you. You need to trust him. Harry wouldn't hurt you. And if he does, me and twig girl over here will kick his ass," Brooke says, hitting El on the leg. They both hug me and we all stand up. I know they're right. There is no reason for me to think Harry is anything like Josh. He's been nothing but good to me since I've know him.

El holds my hand as we walk into the kitchen, leading me to lean against the counter beside Lou. Harry is leaning against the counter on the other side of the room, right across from me. I look at him, but he avoids me, taking a sip of his beer. I sigh and El hands me a drink. I take it gladly. She nudges me reassuringly. I look back at Harry and he still avoids my gaze, talking to Kyle. He's obviously pissed. He never talks to Josh or Kyle. I stand up and walk out the back door and sit on a chair on the deck. A few minutes later the door opens and I turn to see Louis walk over and sit in the chair next to me.

"What's going on, LangLang?" I smile at the use of his special nickname. "I thought you and Harry had plans tonight?"

"We did. We went bowling." I respond, taking a sip of my drink. He just looks at me, waiting for me to explain. I stay silent.

"Lana, something clearly happened. Harry looks pissed and I really didn't think we'd even see you two tonight. I figured you'd be all over each other tonight and a party would be a little too...public." He looks at me awkwardly and I can't help but laugh at his suggestive tone.

"I thought so too, but now Harry is kind of...mad at me."

"Why? What happened?"

"I said something dumb. Compared him to Josh. Now he's pissed."

"Lana, why the hell would you do that? Harry is literally the exact opposite of Josh."

"Yes, Louis I know. You are the third person to tell me that, fourth if you count Harry." I down the rest of my drink and set the cup down, slouching into my chair.

He sighs as I cover my face with my hands. "Don't worry about it. Just talk to him." He gets up and pats my knee as he goes back inside. I stare up at the sky for a few minutes, then go back inside with my cup. As I close the door I look around the room to find Harry, but he isn't there. I go up to Brooke and set my cup down.

"Where's Harry?" I ask, still looking around.

She shrugs. "He was here a second ago. Maybe he's in the bathroom?"

"He's just in the living room," El interjects. I nod and take a deep breath while I walk past everyone and into the room. Harry is laying on his back on the couch, beer on the floor beside him. Looks like he opened another one. His eyes are closed and I stand there awkwardly, not sure what to do. He opens his eyes and looks over to me after a minute. He looks at me and turns back to stare at the ceiling.

"Harry, can we talk?" He doesn't respond, but laughs darkly and continues staring. "Please?" He sits up slowly and leans back against the couch, looking uninterested. I sit beside him and cross my legs on the couch, facing him. He doesn't look at me. "I'm sorry." I stay quiet for a minute, hoping he'll respond. He doesn't look at me or show any kind of response. I decide to continue. "Look, I was out of line to compare you to Josh. You're nothing like him, I know that. I just got insecure I guess and I don't know why I got so freaked out."

He doesn't look at me, but decides to respond. "You don't trust me." It was a statement, not a question.

"Yes, of course I do! Why wouldn't I?"

"I don't know, Lana. You tell me." He sits up and leans his elbows on him knees.

"I was just intimidated by that girls and I-"

"I can't control how other people act around me, Lan. I didn't ask her to do that. I didn't ask for her number. Do you think I'm playing some kind of game or something here? Trying to make you jealous?"

"No, I just-"

He stands up and paces around the room. "Then why did you freak out like that? I did absolutely nothing to show any interest in her. Why would I? Look at you! I don't want anyone else, why would I? I could tell it was bothering you but I hoped you would just let it go. We had a good time tonight and then you get all pissed off at me for something I didn't even do!"

His voice gets louder as he continues and I don't know what to say to him. "Harry.."

"What? You think it's easy for me to watch other guys look at you? Sure, they aren't as forward as when girls flirt with me and I know you don't see it. Every single guy in that bowling alley was watching you. Did I say anything? No, I just ignored it because you were there with me. I don't understand why you think that these other random girls are an issue. They aren't."

He sits back down and runs his hand through his hair, clearly frustrated. I have no idea what to say. He continues quietly. "And then you say that you're worried about me doing what Josh did to you." He looks at me finally and I meet his eyes. "How could you think I am anything like him?" I close my eyes and he gets up from the couch. I do the same and follow him into the kitchen.

"I know you're nothing like Josh! Can you blame me from having a few trust issues, Harry?" Everyone turns to watch the exchange. Harry spins around and takes a step towards me.

"Yes. I'm nothing like him! I would never do that to you. I thought you knew me better than that."

"I thought I knew Josh better than anyone," I say, thankful he decided not to go to Lou's house before the party. "Look what happened."

"And now you're just going to assume that every other guy on the planet is an ass?"

"I don't think you're an ass!"

"Then what the hell is the problem?"

"Did you ever think that maybe I care about you way more than I ever cared about Josh? That maybe the thought of you going out with someone else or leaving me breaks my heart and we aren't even together? That my feelings for you are something I've never experience and that they scare the hell out of me?" Everyone stares at us, some of them with mouths hanging open. I really didn't want to say that in front of everyone, but I guess it's too late now. Harry just stares at me, looking back and forth between my eyes. After a few minutes of silence I turn around and walk out of the house. When I'm outside I run to the end of the street and turn the corner, walking towards my house. I take my phone out of my pocket to see Brooke calling me, but I ignore it.

"Lana! Wait!" Harry yells, and I can hear him running to catch up with me. I pick up my pace and ignore him, but he catches up to me quickly, grabbing my arm and forcing me to face him

"What do you want, Harry? I've been embarrassed enough for one night, thanks." I yank my arm away from him and start walking away. He jogs and puts his body in front of me, making me stop walking. I cross my arms over my chest and take a step back. "What do you want?"

He stares at me and opens his mouth to say something, but quickly closes it. He looks confused, unsure. I wait for a few minutes in silence. I consider walking around him and trying to get out of this conversation. I decide against it. After what I said to him earlier I guess he should have a chance to talk.

"I'm sorry I got so angry." He's apologizing? Why? What does he have to apologize for?

"You don't owe me an apology. I shouldn't have said what I said." I unfold my arms and put my hands in my pockets, waiting again for him to speak. He runs his right hand through his hair and I watch his face, trying to read what he's feeling. I can't.

"I don't know what to say," he says quietly, dropping his hand to his side again. I look down at the ground; he steps towards me and cups my face in his hands, bringing it up to look face his own. He looks at me tenderly. "You don't have to be scared, love." I close my eyes; I know he's talking about what I said in the kitchen. "I've never felt like this before either." I open my eyes and he wipes something wet from my cheek with his thumb. Am I crying?

"I'm sorry I acted so crazy. I totally ruined tonight," I whisper, looking into his eyes.

"Don't worry about it. There'll be plenty more," he leans down and presses his lips to mine passionately. I put my hands on his chest as he breaks the kiss and leans his forehead against mine. "I will never, ever hurt you the way he did. I couldn't. You mean everything to me, Lana. I don't want anyone but you." My heart melts at his words and I smile up at him.

"Can we just go to your house and watch a movie or something?" I ask, wrapping my arms around his waist. He releases my face and slings an arm over my shoulder, pulling me back to his car. He looks down at me and winks.

"Or something."

I giggle and lean my head against him. I am definitely falling in love with Harry Styles.

Notes

another short one im sorry! ive been busy! I'll try and do another longer one tonight and have some more stuff happen

thanks for reading:)